
“Boss, sorry before. I think you really love the girl you told to make this nguntit. But why do you cereiin?” frans asked from his phone connection while scratching his head which was not itchy at all.
Frans' ugliness always speaks everything not using his brain. Why is he questioning his boss's business.
“Boss... she is, right, beautiful but, really, you siai—”
“Can't you just diem? Or do I just send, yes, the salary?” the word Ikram is so cold and so deadly.
“Eh, not boss. I was just wrong, though. Haha. Do not dipot—” has not had time Frans finished his words but his boss sensi was already hastening to end a phone call with him.
Ikram rubbed his hair back and felt dizzy over all this.
I wouldn't like it, An, if you married someone else. Whatever happens, I will try hard to cancel your marriage, An.
I am evil, but I only want you to be mine again, murmured Ikram in heart.
***
Dewi, who accidentally passed in front of the closed Ikram workspace and had heard a voice from inside decided to eavesdrop briefly on what her husband said inside.
Why does her husband look so serious from his tone?
The goddess was rather shocked when Ikram opened the door to her study.
"Ma-mas, earlier you called ready—”, the words of the Goddess stopped for a moment and as wild as she caught a photo on a large frame that was on the wall in the Ikram workspace.
But Ikram hurriedly closed the door quickly.
Goddess frowned. What was that photo, huh? Like a wedding photo, but why is there no blue at all in the photo?
You see, when Ikram married himself, Dewi wore a light blue kebaya at the wedding.
"Why are you here?" ask me in a cold tone as usual.
The goddess bit her lips for a moment before answering her husband's question.
"No, kok. I just happened to happen because you want to take you down to eat malem together."
"Oh."
That's the only answer Ikram has in such a short way. Then do not forget Ikram closed the room so that no one can enter the room.
What makes Dewi curious is why Ikram is so afraid if someone goes into his work space which he sometimes functions as his bedroom?
Never even once did Ikram forget to lock his office meeting. It was as if there was a secret that Ikram hid in there, and it made the Goddess even more curious.
Ikram rolled up the arm of his shirt and passed leaving Dewi who was still sculpting outside the Ikram workspace.
Dewi who was originally about to follow Ikram to go down paused for a moment when he remembered Ikram just closed the door of his study. Ikram did not have time to lock his work space as usual.
Curiosity that has always been in the heart of the Goddess. His outstretched hand held the doorknob, moving it slowly down.
The goddess swallowed her saliva, her eyes were round in disbelief when it turned out to be true if the spell of forgetfulness locked her study.
Slowly Dewi pushed slowly the door of the Ikram workspace and then she meliha—
***