WIFE PAID GRUMPY GUY

Part 3 Iceberg

The day I had after losing my baby was so empty and empty. I'm drowning myself in this job. Everyday always in front of the PC is struggling with command code that can be understood by the computer. Test the results of the program and rarely speak to fellow colleagues except for certain matters, I only talk long with the developer who medesaign the program.

My room was quiet, because I was listening to music through a headset. The door was knocked slowly, I let in, I thought my subordinate program staff, turned out to be Bagas, big boss

"Zara, meet me in my room after your work is done."

I nodded and hurried to finish the job, then immediately met the super cold and cuckoldy big boss. He didn't even recognize me as his sister on campus.

"When I meet a client yes, you can explain our company in terms of its IT advantages."

"Yes sir."

It felt tiring to follow the wide stride of the man beside me.

Sometimes he tells me what to do. His short words did not seem much even stingy talk.

When I did the presentation in front of all his business associates, he looked satisfied. His eyes gleamed with admiration. When the meeting was over he asked me to wait for him because there was something he had to talk about with one of his business associates.

I was sitting in a waiting room, there were a lot of people sitting there, probably applying for a job. I just sat down to not get tired of standing up

"Zara, why are you here?"

I raised my face towards the voice. I was shocked and the complex stood up.

"The talent? why are you here?" many cold.

"Here my office, I'm a database engineer at this company." he said.

The one standing before me was Genta. I no longer called him Mas because we were the same age, I used to call Mas because he was my husband.

"You don't work here, Ra, I'm afraid people will find out that I'm your ex-husband and have a disabled child." He gripped my upper arm until I grimaced.

Genta pulled me to the corner of the room.

"Don't ruin my reputation here! go and find a job somewhere else." the net radiated from behind his glasses looks shiny. I pushed him away. The pain crashing my heart, making her gurgle increasingly lose its rhythm. Genta was about to approach me again but a voice flashed across my hearing, Genta unbending his intention to approach.

"Zara, let's go back. You're great Ra, thanks to you our tender won a landslide!" compliment the tall, strapping figure with a tight suit that sticks perfectly to his athletic body. He smiled for the first time at me. I saw Genta confused to see Bagas talking to me.

Without even thinking clearly this cold and indifferent man pulled my hand, and walked along the corridor. He still clasped my fingers until near the car then he let go.

"I'm just helping you from the guy, don't think about anything else" he said coldly. He gave me the car keys.

"You brought it, I'm tired." Without asking if I could drive the car or not he immediately handed me the car keys.

I used to teach my best friend Rio while in college, we both ojek online, but Rio changed to taxi online because he ventured to credit the car. But this Bagas boss super cool car I don't know if it's the same as Rio's how to use it.

It's a super expensive car in my opinion even though I don't know the price, but just see who's wearing it I already know. The shape is also very good. It's a Mercedes benz s-class car, I don't know what series, usually I can only see in overseas movies. I shuddered just by holding the steering wheel. If it comes to an accident, my whole life will not be able to replace the damage. Crazy, my hands are shaking.

"Just turn it on, this uses a semi-Auto nomous system, you just sit sweetly but occasionally about 15 or 20 seconds you hold the steering wheel so the system knows if there is a driver, understand ya, I'm sleepy."

I'm kind of put in the racecourse but I don't know anything. Let me do as per the information and right I only need to hold the steering wheel once 15 seconds, this car can even brake itself when the car in front braking. Tension decreases. Every now and then I glanced at the figure who was actually asleep beside me. It was only about 20 minutes that he fell asleep, then we switched places back.

He said nothing, as usual his sturdy jaw lifted a little without a wordless smile. I also did not have the courage to start the conversation. He glanced at me.

"At home or in the office."

For a moment I didn't realize what he said. But again he asked.

"Where are you going?"

I nodded and nervously replied.

"In the office, my bike's in the parking lot of Mr.'s office."

The silence enveloped both of us. Silent and quiet until his car into the office parking area. I quickly pulled over and rushed down from his fancy car. She passed. Without further ado left me a little restless by the loneliness around me.

Slowly I put the ignition key into the keyhole on my black scoopy motor, the helmet has been perched sweetly on the head, but it has been many times in the stater it remains unlit. Trying to live by installing standard two and embrace but still do not want to live. Sweat started flooding my forehead. Even when dozens of times stepped on the kick starter still my beloved scoopy motor flinching. My clockwork lyrics on the wrist have shown at 22:30 WIB.

I re-parked my beloved Scoopy and locked it. Put the helmet back on and rush out of the office parking lot. With a hasty step I went down the office yard quite spacious, trying to catch time, to take public transportation. Or later after arriving at the stop I can order a gojek. But to his surprise, when the horn of the car behind me rang loudly, I turned, it turned out to be Bagas' car. He opened the windshield and stopped the car next to me.

"Good."

For a moment I was reluctant but the car door opened and blocked my steps. He looked at me sharply.

"Hurry up!" his words with intonation do not want to be denied.

I finally had to sit on the side of the iceberg again. Just sitting down he thrusts out a box of tissue. Wordlessly. I welcomed the tissue from his hands and wiped the sweat on my flooded forehead. He asked for my address and put it in the system.

Because it was midnight, the road felt so smooth and only took about 45 minutes to arrive in front of my house. I thank him, he just nodded without putting the slightest smile on his lips.

When the Iceberg's car had just passed, I was stunned. Someone I really hate sitting on his motorcycle saddle. Dappers. His eyes looked dark and swooped sharply right into my eyes.

I was about to walk into the house but he got off the bike and stood in my way.

"Have a new girlfriend, tease your boss! it's great!" his his hiss while clapping around me slowly.

"Don't think the water is you Zara, but does your handsome boss know you're a widow and the mother of a disabled boy? does she want to know you ever gave birth to that imperfect child? don't-don't you confess to the girl so she ..."

"Surge!" pissed. There is still the anger of the past in this niche of the heart. I was about to walk past him, but his brash hands were about to touch my cheeks. I dodge.

"Sister!"

Aryo my youngest brother came out from inside the house.

Seriate