Woman, Don't Go From Me

CH - 25

"Honey.. " A loud voice filled the room, Andreas was already able to guess who the owner was. 

"I'll bring you lunch later.. " Andreas gave a quick glance at the woman and then returned to struggling with his laptop. 

"Why are you?" The woman began to get upset and hit Andreas' table. 

"What?" Andreas asked back without flinching from his position. 

"You've changed a lot.. There must be something you're hiding from me." 

Andreas stops his activity and starts looking at the woman. His eyes are glassy ready to spill river saplings in the eye pelupuk. 

"Sorry.. I'm doing a lot of work, nothing." Andreas then stopped his work. 

"What's the ndre? I know you're hiding something from me. Please be honest what's going on?"

"No papa. I've had a lot of late work problems. Don't think too much."

"really right? You're not lying anymore, are you?"

"Yes I really am."

"If so we eat the provisions that I brought ya. It's me who made it." Fiana enthusiastically opened the package located on the table and then deftly presented it in a supply box.

"Let's open your mouth." Pinta Fiana while bribing a spoonful of rice and positioning it in front of Andreas' mouth. Finally, Andreas opened his mouth lazily accompanied by a satisfied smile from Fiana. 

*****

The image of squeezing the buttons of his top shirt, he did not flinch at the sight before his eyes. Whatisthis? What the hell is he doing? His feelings are mixed. Her husband was being affectionately fed by a woman, and she knew exactly who she was. 

Heart's broken. He squeezed tightly into the tote bag he was tenting and turned around to leave the room. He realized, he should not have more feelings for Andreas. But seeing all this made his chest tight. 

Still wiping her tears she ran small towards the office lobby. He wanted to quickly leave the place. But because of his carelessness he hit someone so he fell. 

"Hey! You're not papa?" Greet the man who was helping her up. 

The image recognized the voice and raised its head. Sure enough, he was the man he always wanted to avoid. 

"No papa." The image brushed off Haris' hand, refusing him to touch and trying to stand on his own. 

"Geez.." Something very painful suddenly attacked his stomach. 

"What's wrong?" With a very anxious look, Haris approached him again. 

The image shook but never stood up and bit his lower lip as if holding something back. Haris who realized not to remain silent, without approval she carried Citra in her arms.

"So don't! Lower me! I don't want to make people misunderstand." Say Image with a little thrashing. 

Haris did not pry the girl's words, he thought it was like the wind. What people think is more important than the condition now he thought. 

A man in glasses was chasing them. "Where are you going, President? There's a meeting that has to be.."

"Shut up!" Haris bluffed in a loud voice to the point of making Citra surprised. 

Is this really Haris, the gentle man she had known all along? His inner. 

*****

"You're not coming home?" Andreas glanced at Fiana who was playing her phone on the sofa of Andreas's study. 

Fiana stopped doing her activities and looked at Andreas while putting on her face. 

"Hurry up and I'm gonna do anything? Don't ever see another woman again." Fiana. 

"Yourself.." Andreas chokes at the girl in his room. 

It was true that he wanted to see another woman. A woman he should not even think of in his dreams. Though the lover who accompanied him for several years had been in sight, yet why did it feel so bland. 

"Ahh what the hell is that?" Andre. 

"So why are you coughing when I say that?" Fiana asked suspiciously.

"Cough cough has nothing to do with your silly words."

"Iiihhh.. Make badmood! I'm just gonna go. Your attitude makes the mood angry know no!" Fiana puffed her cheeks with a pursed mouth as if showing she was not okay. 

"Yes, the heart." Andreas replied casually. Indeed, from that time he wanted the woman to leave. 3 hours together in one room, like being watched by the supervisor when doing the exam. 

"Andre...!" The woman did not continue her words and moved from Andreas' room while slamming the door hard. 

"Bahhh.. And finally! " Excited Andreas relieved. 

"Excuse me director. Is this the seat of a woman?" Joana, Andreas' secretary showed the tote bag in his hand and placed it in front of Andreas.

Andreas observes the totebag, he recognizes it and immediately stops its activity. 

"Where is he now?" Ask Andreas. 

"Yes?" Ask Joana to make sure. 

"Where is the woman who delivered this totebag?"

"Ohh.. He was gone about three hours ago director."

"Three hours? Did he see Fiana in my room? "

"That's the problem I'm lacking a director."

"Bright.." Andreas sighed. "Yes you can go."

"Okay, excuse me." Say it politely to Joana. 

*****

"Sister.. I'm really good. Brother can stay here alone." The image glanced at the man who was standing next to him. 

"So don't like it you're the same as me." Said the man in a disappointed tone. Anyone who hears will know the man is hurting. 

"Sister, it's not like that.. The problem is that I am a wife, I cannot be alone with each other in the same room. " Picture still does not dare to look at the interlocutor. 

"Ohh.. Coincidentally, you know me, that bastard must have made you cry. And he doesn't even know what you are doing right now. I'll do the same calculation with him." Haris's face changed drastically. 

"Sister.. What is brother talking about? Brother wants to do what? Don't do anything that hurts others."

Haris's face grew more sour to hear Citra's words that made his ears hotter. 

"Hurt others or hurt your loved ones? Wh why? Are you so worried about your husband? So eager to protect her? Take it easy he won't die with just me beating him up."

The image widened his eyes. He really could not believe the man standing next to him and the person who had been with him for several years was the same person . This is not the one he used to be. Is this her true nature and past she was just pretending to be gentle. 

"Why shut up? You're usually so chatty."

"That's enough. Leave me alone." Say the image coldly. 

Haris who was astonished by the change in attitude of the image who had since asked. Why did this woman become so cold he thought. Especially saying my words that seem to indicate they are not so close. 

Haris took the blanket on the table and wrapped the image lying down painstakingly. Her soft side was still there even though she was trying to cover it up. But this even makes Citra more unpleasant to him. 

"Next time be careful. And stop worrying me!" Haris said while leaving Citra without a loving gaze like before. 

 

The image was silent, involuntarily tears had dripped down her smooth cheeks.