Arjuna's Wife (Limited Outreach)
CHAPTER 35b

Wife Arjuna 35b

After an exclusive consultation from the hospital, again Juna brought Anggi to the office. He began to fuss over his own unrest. Feelings of unease also do not believe the woman who is pregnant with her child who often visited. Fear if Anggi intends to throw his flesh blood back makes his life dizzy itself.

Juna is still stumbling to find the bright spot of the dive. Trapped by the fog in the middle of the trip. Still tossing waves in his attempt to reach the bottom of his own heart to find answers. Though the key to calmness is only one and very easy, namely making peace with the past followed by building open two-way communication, in an effort to open each other's hearts and understand each other about the contents of each head.

“Hey, hey. The boss took his wife back to the office. Geez, Mr. Arjuna seems very bucin same Bu Anggi, do not want far, more friendly.”

The two receptionists in the lobby whispered to each other with their eyes fixed on Juna who was holding Anggi possessively towards the executive elevator.

“If not bucin what is the name try? Horrified, the boss lately did not come to the office every day also for the same reason as some time ago. Bela-Belain worked from home because Bu Anggi was not healthy and after going to his wife's office was brought dong. Duh, make envious.”

“Lucky to be Bu Anggi. Do I have to change my name to be like the name of Bu Anggi so that my jones fate is as lucky as he is? Change to Mila Jelita.”

The receptionist named Mila muttered in frustration while observing her own name tag, the other did not want to look away until the boss and his mismatched wife disappeared behind the elevator door that took the two of them up to the sixteenth floor.

“Mas, why do I have to come back to the office anyway?” Anggi. Juna didn't give her any free breathing space. Keep sticking to it like a leech.

“Just come along, don't argue. If you're tired, let me carry.” Juna answered authoritarian as usual. Doctor Raisa's message seems to have just been half digested by her brain. Not realizing what he is doing now even makes Anggi depressed because he is careless.

“But later I got tired of staying in the office. Besides, if Mas wants to work just as usual, why do I have to join everything?”

“Ish, anything at all!” cerocos Anggi while removing Juna's hand from his chin. She glared sharply at her husband who was now even smiling to himself.

“Your joint eyes are not suitable for glaring at me, Mama Baby.”

Anggi was astonished, why did her husband become this strange she thought. Is that the strength of the fetus in his womb to the extent that it can make Juna lose his fangs? Anggi was still astonished along with the sound of the clanking elevator sign they had reached the intended floor.

The palanquin was waiting as soon as the door of the iron-plated box was opened. Greet politely the arrival of the president and his wife.

“Sorry Sir, I can't handle myself so ask you to come. There are some emergency matters that must be discussed directly with you so that we do not mistakenly take the next step, especially the problem of waste treatment of our new factory. The division heads are already waiting in the meeting room, your sharp intuition in taking decisions is absolutely necessary.” Pandu explained while following Juna who was walking in front of him.

“I understand. Pandu, have your assistant sit in your chair during our meeting. Just in case my wife needs anything.” Juna pointed at the desk of his loyal secretary, located opposite to his great space which was quickly embraced by Pandu.

“Rest, I need to go to the meeting room immediately so that my work is done quickly. So, we can go home soon,” Juna rubbed the top of Anggi's head as soon as he entered his room, the same elusan as just before leaving for the hospital this morning. Then rushed away leaving Anggi alone in the luxurious room.

Anggi was stunned with squeaking eyes until her husband's back disappeared from view, muttering softly as he stroked his own stomach. "Why did you make your Papa so man-of-the-art, son?"

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