500 Million Men
Chapters 2. The Key to a Whole

Sunlight began to enter the glass window. Fahri's eyes, which had been closed, slowly opened. The man rubbed his eyes, then glanced beside him who had been empty.

Fahri got out of his bed. He heard a noise from the kitchen. The man also drew a line of smiles on his lips.

"He was cooking" murmured Fahri who then chose to clean himself up before approaching his wife.

After taking 15 minutes in the bathroom, Fahri came out with a fresher face. The man walked into his wardrobe and put on a suit to go to work.

After pecking himself in the mirror, Fahri came out of his room. He walked into the kitchen. Her net caught Sifa who was currently wearing an apron. The woman was wearing her office suit. He placed a plate of fried rice in front of Fahri.

"Why just one?" asked Fahri who looked at his wife in surprise.

"You're the one who's having breakfast, Mom. I'm in a hurry" said Sifa.

"Where to hurry?" ask Fahri again.

"Yes ... hastily went to work, he went where else," said Sifa immediately removing the apron that was still attached to his body. The woman grabbed her briefcase. However, suddenly the bag slipped out of his hand, leaving all the contents inside scattered.

"Damn!" sifa Ogat.

"Slow down, sweetie."

Sifa put all the scattering back into her bag. Then the woman went up with a little tidying up her slightly folded sleeves.

"I'm leaving first, Mom." Sifa just stepped away. Without saying goodbye by kissing the back of her husband's hand first.

Fahri sees his wife who has disappeared from behind the door. He sighed, seeing the changes little by little to his wife.

His eyes again looked at the fried rice made by Sifa earlier. Instantly Fahri's heart warmed up just because of a plate of fried rice.

Fahri started eating fried rice made by his wife. Every now and then he smiled as his sense of taste began to feel the fried rice slowly entering his mouth. Fahri again devoured the fried rice until it was not left on his plate, although Sifa cuisine tastes amazingly salty.

The man overcame the salty taste by drinking enough water. He did not want to throw away what had been made by his wife, considering Sifa woke up early and cooked something for him, already making Fahri happy.

Fahri put down his dinner plate. Washing the used dishes for a moment so as not to trouble his wife's duties later. After washing the dishes, Fahri wiped his wet hands with a cloth. Tampa accidentally kicked something.

Fahri lowered his head, he picked up the difference that had been kicked by him. "This is Sifa's ID card" murmured Fahri.

The man immediately put Sifa's ID card into his pocket. He picked up his briefcase and immediately ran out of his house.

Fahri stopped the taxi that passed in front of him. The man immediately boarded the taxi to get to where Sifa worked.

After a long journey, Fahri arrived at one of the buildings that read 'Beauty Store'. It is the largest cosmetic shop in the city. Fahri's wife worked there as a saleswoman.

Fahri tries to contact Sifa's contact, to meet her in front of her workplace. However, Sifa did not pick up her phone call.

When Fahri's eyes were turned to the other side of the street, there was a coffee shop in the place. He accidentally saw Sifa sitting together with a man while talking.

Fahri kept his phone away from his ears. He could see clearly across the street, for both were not far from the glass window.

Not just once, even often Fahri caught his wife along with the man. However, Fahri still wants to believe in his wife. He was certain that Sifa would not betray him.

For Fahri, trust is the key to the integrity of the household. Therefore, Fahri chose to continue to trust his wife so that the household remains intact.

You're where? I'm in front of your workplace. I came here to deliver your ID Card.

After sending that short message, Fahri saw Sifa glancing at her phone. The woman was staring at her cell phone screen. Fahri can guess that Sifa is replying to a short message from him.

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Justright. The notification from Fahri's phone reads. The man immediately opened a message from his wife.

All right, I'll see you soon.

After reading the series of messages, Fahri soon sees Sifa coming out of the place, leaving the man he was talking to alone.

Seeing Sifa who came out of the tavern, made Fahri immediately shift his eyes. He pretended not to know what his wife was doing.

After a while, Fahri felt someone holding his shoulder. And when he turned around, Sifa was holding her hand behind him.

"Where's my ID card?" ask Sifa.

Fahri smiled, then took Sifa's milim id card from his pocket. "You dropped it earlier. Fortunately I found it quickly," said Fahri who did not remove a line of smiles on his face.

"Thank you" said Sifa.

Fahri nodded then rubbed the top of his wife's head gently. Suddenly, Sifa brushed off her husband's hand.

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid my hairstyle will fall apart again because of you" said Sifa.

Fahri chuckled amusedly hearing the reason from his wife. "Alright, I will not wipe your hair that is neat," said Fahri.

"Are you not going to work?" ask Sifa.

Fahri stared at the circular watch on his left wrist. He immediately widened his eyes when he realized that he would be late to the office.

"A hour and a half eight," Fahri said with a surprised expression.

"Yes, then I go to work first. Don't forget to eat lunch!" fahri shouted that rushed away from the place. However, the man turned again to look at the wife who was still standing in her place. Fahri waved his hand at his wife, the man ran to the office because it was not too far from the place.

Under the scorching sun, Fahri hugged his briefcase while running to the office. If you take transportation, it may be faster. However, Fahri was required to save. The money given by his wife as much as possible he saves until the next payday arrives.

Fahri ran so fast. He considers that he is currently doing a race to quickly arrive at his destination, the office.

After running for about eighteen minutes, the man arrived at the office. Fahri rushed through the entrance, then took the elevator that led him to the place where he worked.

In that narrow space, Fahri took advantage of his time to catch his breath that was still panting.

The elevator opened, Fahri had fixed his appearance while in the elevator. The man walked into his study.

Just as he was putting a briefcase on his desk, suddenly a loud voice shocked him instantly.

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