20 Years Adrift
Chapter 75. Aira's Plan

Affan moved from his seat to see who was coming. He did not want to carelessly let outsiders into his room while Bimo was not around.

Aira was booking a taxi online for Hana. As she was focusing on looking at her phone, Hana stole the opportunity to stare at Affan.

Despite not seeing it directly, Aira knew Hana's movements. She was even more convinced that Hana really had special feelings for her husband.

'This woman is really reckless. Already knowing I was here, still he noticed Mas Affan. The actor today seems to have dared to glance at the husband of people openly.' Aira shook her head slowly.

"The online taxi I ordered is coming soon. You can wait for him in the lobby. Orders in Aira's name." Aira did not want Hana to be in the room for too long.

Hana looked disappointed that she couldn't be there any longer. He has to leave now.

"It's coming soon. Uh, but thank you very much, Madam." Hana corrected Sapphira's sleeping position in her carrier.

"Together." Aira tried to smile sincerely even though she actually felt annoyed.

'Astaghfirullah! Keep the servant away from the disease of the heart, O Allah.' Aira stroked her chest while looking at Hana's departure.

Affan was still standing at the door when Hana was about to get out. Affan refused as Hana extended her hand to shake hands. He chose to give her a way out of her room.

"I'm sorry, sir, too" said the man who had been chatting with Affan at the door.

The files he had finished working on had been handed over to Affan. Now he wants to go back to his room for a few more before he gets home from work.

"Yes, thank you, Revelation. Assalamualaikum" replied Affan.

"Wa'alaikum salutations."

Affan prepares to close his door after the departure of Revelation but in the distance he sees two women guarding the fruit depot walking towards him. They slowed down when they saw Affan and walked hesitantly. Not wanting to wait for him for too long, Affan chose to close the door and sit beside Aira.

Affan's tense face made Aira wonder. He thought it was because of the file he had in his hand.

"Is there a false report, Mom? Looks like I'm not happy," guess Aira.

Affan only realized his attitude after Aira reprimanded him. He thought Aira was not paying attention to him because he was playing on a cell phone.

"No, Honey. The fruit soup salesman we visited was on his way here. I was so lazy to see them. If only Bimo had, I wouldn't have had to meet them in person." Imagining their sexy clothes, Affan was already feeling uncomfortable.

"Let me speak to them in your place, Mas. Don't worry." Aira calmed her husband.

The sound of the door being knocked from the outside was heard again. Aira asks Affan to stay seated. It was he who came to open the door for the depot seller.

Two vendors of fruit soup had been standing at the door when Aira opened it. They look awkward when dealing with Aira who turns out to be the wife of the owner of this company. There were no luxury items or branded clothes attached to his body so they thought he was just an ordinary visitor.

"Good afternoon, Madam. Can we meet Mr. Affan?" ask one of them.

Affan glanced at them at a glance then shifted his sitting position in the opposite place to them.

The mood became quiet. Affan and Aira intentionally did not say anything. They waited for the fruit soup seller to start the conversation.

"Sir Affan and Madam, we both apologized for our disrespectful attitude this afternoon. We should have realized that Mr. Affan was saying the right thing about how we dressed. We apologize profusely and admit our mistakes" said one of them.

Aira looked at the two alternately. Their clothes are still the same but they wear jackets to coat the outside. However, their curves remain visible because the jackets they wear are also too tight.

"Don't misrepresent the words of Mas Affan. He does not insult or demean you. He corrects your appearance because he wants all women to maintain their dignity. Often a sexy appearance will invite men to be disrespectful while in this company is dominated by men," said Aira explained from his point of view.

The depot seller was down. They are unthinkable about it and assume her sexy appearance will attract customers.

"We'll try to look good after this, ma'am. Please give us a chance to learn to look more polite." The woman hoped Affan would not revoke their business license.

"Hopefully after this you can appreciate yourself. Do not show the beauty of your body to people who do not deserve it. Rest assured the wind is not going anywhere. The fruit soup and salad we bought had good taste and quality, keep it. I'm sure your depot's gonna be a lot more crowded in the future without you guys having to deal with sexy clothes." Aira praised the products they sold and encouraged them.

"Thank you very much for your support, ma'am. We are very sorry for the mistakes we have made. After this we will try to keep improving. We won't mind if you give a reprimand again."

Aira nodded with a smile.

"Stay spirit. Oh, yes, how much fruit soup and salad we ordered earlier? We haven't paid the bill." Aira remembers if Affan asked them to take the bill into his room.

"No need, Madam. Think of this as an apology from us." The fruit soup seller didn't want Aira to pay for it.

"Thank you very much. I've received free fruit soup and salad from you guys. And this ...." Aira took out several hundred thousand bills. "There's a little money for you to buy new uniforms to sell. Hope your depot gets crowded."

They feel sad but are unable to refuse Aira's gift.

"You can leave now because we also want to be ready to go home" Aira said.

"Good, Mistress. Thanks very much. May God repay you all. As .. assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salutations." Aira and Affan answered almost simultaneously.

Finally, problem after problem can be solved well that day. However, there is still a tomorrow that cannot be predicted. Bimo takes time off to accompany his wife which means Affan will be alone in his room.

Aira was thinking how to come to the office tomorrow. She did not want Hannah to approach her husband.

'I have to go with Mas Affan to the office tomorrow. Oh, yeah, I'd reason if I was so lonely at home. Of course he won't reject me.' Aira smiled faintly.

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