Berlianku My wife
133. Turns out

Farid Apartment

Wear black sneakers, knee-high gym pants and maroon red hoodies. Farid jogs in the park near the apartment.

Admitted or unrecognized, conscious or unconscious Farid felt the wound. The wound that ripped his heart. Farid wanted to forget the pain.

Since meeting Alya, Farid like to find an oasis while living his arid life of love. The behavior Alya displayed while with the children in the parlour was so gentle, patient and loving. Alya was also always polite and respectful to Farid. Although the true nature of Alya while at home with Ardi is far from it all.

Farid felt that Alya was the ideal woman he had been looking for. Her face was sweet, her dimples were so cute and her smile was so sincere. Farid had imagined every return to work having a wife as good as Alya could let go of all his fatigue.

But now the woman is owned by Ardi. Somehow the story. Farid just found it very difficult to express his feelings or invite Alya on a date. Tau-tau Ardi friends confide in taking the start first.

Farid wanted to be angry, but did not know how. Farid and Ardi are long-time friends, his affection exceeds that of a brother. Alya had also blatantly rejected it. Farid also knew, Bu Rita who brought Alya and first knew him. Maybe from the beginning. Miss Rita has everything ready.

Farid ran tirelessly venting his pity and pain. She wanted to cry but couldn't. Farid chose to let out emotions through his sweat. I felt the fresh air that morning. Yes that way he vented the tightness in his heart.

"Huh. huh. huh. " Farid slowed his running rhythm to a halt under the tree.

"Huuft, I must move on" Inner Farid inwardly.

After his heart rhythm returned to normal. His sweat was reduced Farid continued his walking. Then stop at the street vendor. Farid ordered yellow rice and mineral water.

While waiting for the mother of the rice seller, Farid opened his phone. "Scientific Seminar?" murmured Farid read whatsap messages from his theme. "Come here, huh? Did I take it, huh? All the streets looking for new air outside Jakarta?"

Then Farid shut up and thought again. "Continue S3 to become a doctor or get married?"

If you choose to continue S3 it means Farid must resign from the foundation. Returned to hand over his duties to Ardi. Being a lecturer and college itself is quite troublesome.

The target of his previous life, Farid this year must be married, continued S3. Farid is heartbroken again. Then Farid kept silent, and remembered the little girl of his time.

Farid when SD used to be very crybaby and bullied his friends. Because it was from birth, Farid was soft-hearted and sensitive. There was one chatty girl who always defended him. He was also the one who motivated Farid not to cry anymore.

"Huuuft" Farid smiled as he played his lips against his teeth.

"What kind of "destiny is this? He must have laughed at me, why do my weakness and my bad luck always show him?" murmured Farid while smiling to himself while imagining the little girl from his mass.

A plate of yellow rice and its side dishes came. Farid immediately enjoyed it and went back to pocketing his phone.

****

Diamond House

As a good mother and loving her child. Before work Intan bathed his son and fed him. Today's the first day of Intan's return to the boutique. Although Ardi already has a wife and prospective children, it does not dampen his steps to move forward.

If it does not get back Ardi's heart, at least Intan must get money and power. Intan is not as rich as it used to be. His papa company is widely supported by Gunawijaya. When Ardi broke off the relationship, then also the decline of Intan Jaya began.

Intan was determined to stand on his own feet. Intan must live properly. Free from the shadow of his father's bankruptcy. Intan does not want to fall poor and get worse. Intan must regain Gunawijaya's trust.

"Honey mommy went to work first yes" said Intan to his son who had been carried by his nanny.

Then Intan immediately drove his car to the foundation. Intentioned to tell him that he was ready to return to work, work, get the support of facilities from Gunawijaya.

As before, Intan walked around beautifully. Intan went into the office of the manager. But this morning the manager seemed busy with his own reports and duties.

Intan swallowed his saliva for a moment.

"Why didn't anyone greet me?" batin Intan glanced at the manager each busy with his computer.

Before that, Intan was highly respected. Intan was immediately greeted and given a seat when he arrived. Ask what it takes and see who.

But this morning was different, it was all because the manager knew, Intan is no longer a prospective owner of the foundation but its equal with them, employees.

Prospective right owner Ardi announced yesterday. The next prospective owner of the foundation turned out to be a small woman with a genuine smile that recently sat and chatted normally with other managers. Yes, that's Alya.

"Ehm" Intan cleared his throat in front of Ms. Salma's desk.

Ms. Salma turned her head and stopped her fingers from the top of the keyboard.

"Eh Non Intan? What's the matter Non?" ms. Salma asked flatly and remained seated at her desk.

"I started today working again Ma'am?" intan replied a little annoyed. Miss Salma wasn't as friendly as yesterday. When Intan brought souvenirs at the cafe show Bu Salma lake is very friendly. Now it's mediocre.

"Oh, that. But, Non Intan did not take care of the boutique? Do you want to come along?" ask Ms. Salma honestly.

Intan did not want to deal with children. Intan focuses on making money and making work, then selling it. Not to teach the children of the orphanage like Ms. Salma and Sinta did.

"Yes" replied Intan aware of his stupidity.

Intan intends to go to the office of the foundation to show his existence back in the orphanage, not teach the children. Intan's expectations, Intan is still respected and will be a respected Madam again. But none of that happens anymore.

"Non Intan wants to take a sewing class?" tanya Bu Salma guessed the conclusion of Intan's answer.

"Ah no Ma'am. I just wanted to say hello to Miss Salma"

"Oh. Can I help you with Non?"

"No. Yes I have been to Boutique aja Bu Salma" pamit Intan then leave.

"Yes Non careful" replied Ms. Salma bingunh seeing Intan's expression. Then Ms. Salma continued her work again. Prepare materials to teach the children of the home later in the afternoon.

"****!" Intan slams the steering wheel towards the Boutique. He was really upset about being treated like an employee.

After passing the trip for a while Intan reached the boutique. Some old employees who still know Intan, greet Intan kindly.

"Non Intan? How are you doing? Welcome back, Non?" greet the boutique waiter.

"In the morning, from today I work again" replied Intan with his graceful style.

"Yes Non" replied the waiter hesitated.

"My room is the same, right?" tanya Intan was about to enter the room where she worked first. Where Intan used to channel her talent to present beautiful and luxurious dresses. Of course with the facilities and materials provided by Ardi.

The waiter rubbed his neck in doubt. Intan's room used to be used by a new designer at the orphanage. Of course it was junior Intan.

So if Intan works again, Intan will share it with that new designer. Share places, share waiters, and also share materials and tools. But the waiter knows, Intan wants to dominate, he does not want to be rivaled, the waiter is prepared to get an overflow of emotions Intan.

"Still the same Non, but" replied the waiter hesitated.

"Within is Mba Dara too?"

"Become? Who's she?"

"He's the designer who replaced Non Intan for two years" replied the waiter lowered his head.

"Oh" replied Intan clenching her hands hiding her sense of regret.

Then Intan glanced at the storefront and some manequein. The dresses that are emblazoned are indeed new design dresses that are not the result of her work. The results of Karya Intan are still on display, but only with ordinary hanger.

"Please enter Non, let me introduce you to Mba Dara" replied the waiter.

"Okay" replied Intan and then entered his old office.

Inside the room was a veiled woman and one of her assistants. She looked like she was putting beautiful pearls on the kebaya. Yes Dara is completing the order of socialite friend Bu Rita.

"Mba Dara" call the waiter. Dara stopped her activities and smiled kindly to Intan and the waiter.

"Yes Mba? Can I help you?" sapa Dara is friendly. Because Dara was also the foster child of Bu Rita, although being a Dara designer is very polite and friendly.

"This is Non Intan, he was a designer here. Now he's going back to work" the waiter said.

"Oh, really? Pleasantly. Introduce me Dara" replied Dara smilingly extending a hand to Intan.

Unlike Dara who smiled widely. Intan swallowed his salivation, tightening his jaw to hold in fury. Intan feels insulted, it could be his position that has been recognized by many people, even overseas graduates replaced and equated with street children who graduated from college just yet.

Dara also pulled her hand back feeling clumsy. The servant who knew Intan had already guessed the incident just lowered his head. Out of annoyance Intan turned around and left the boutique.

While Dara and the two boutique waiters looked at each other. They were confused Intan just kept quiet then left again.

"You're patient, Dar. I've continued your work" said the waiter advising Dara. Dara also nodded.

"Is she Mba Intan?" ask Dara.

"Yes"

"Beauty huh? I actually want to learn a lot from him. But how is he rich angry?"

"That's nothing to think about. Den Ardi said he needed a job here. Maybe tomorrow back. He feels rivaled to see you here?"

"Hmmm. There's no way I want him" replied Dara kindly.

Although Dara is still in college, Dara is studying hard. Dara is also painstaking and eager to work. Dara's motivation is only sincere work, not praise or position.

Bu Rita will facilitate all Dara's ideas and dreams if Dara is enthusiastic and willing to prove the results. Bu Rita also markets Dara's work.

If the result is divided in two. Returned to the orphanage for other operations and partly for the cost of Dara to pay for college. Of course it was already an amazing thing for Dara.

"Huh. Noooo!!!" yelled Intan in the car while ruffling her hair.

"Gue has to meet Ardi's wife right now" Intan's mind growled.

Intan drove his car to Anya's boarding house. Intan holds a photo of his men. The photo where Ardi hugs the veiled woman tightly in front of Anya's boarding house. Intan felt confident that morning would meet the woman who was considered to be the destroyer of his plan.

"If he's his wife why would he live here?" batin Intan after arriving at kosan Anya. Several times Intan spied on Lord Aryo's Palace, never appearing to be a veiled woman with an Alya-like posture. Kosan Anya is the only place that Intan's clue.

But Anya's kosan isn't fancy. Mrs Ardi Gunawijaya should not live in such a small boarding house.

Then Intan called Sinta. Sinta who is curious who Alya immediately glides to Intan. They rushed to Megayu's apartment.

"If you had met Ardi's wife, what would you do Tan?" ask Sinta when they have one car.

"I'll kill. I want Ardi to feel sad, like what I'm feeling"

"Seriously? Are you afraid of going to jail?"

"Well, my life has been pretty ruined. I just want Ardi to take revenge from me"

"If she is right, Alya. I'll help you" Sinta continued.

Then they both parked the car in Megayu's parking lot. They walked to the security guard to interrogate.

"Excuse me sir" said Intan to Mr. Yon.

"Yes, how can I help you?"

Intan took out a photo of Ardi.

"I want to find someone. Does this guy live here?" tanya Intan gave me a photo. Mr. Yon took and watched carefully. Then smile.

"Oh Den Ardi's. Very familiar with Non"

"He still lives here? If you know what floor? Who's left?"

"Oh Den Ardi is only here for a moment. He lives with his wife. But now it has moved" replied Mr. Yon flatly.

"Dheg" Sinta swallowed his saliva. "So, Alya is Ardi's wife?" sinta's men clearly saw Alya get into Ardi's car and they both got in together.

"When you know where to move? Do you know his wife?" ask Intan.

"Well, I don't know. But if with Den Ardi's wife I know, very familiar. Non Lian is very kind and friendly, loves to give food. She's pretty too. He's an intern at the hospital" replied Mr. Yon smoothly feeling proud close to Lian.

"Gue knows Tan. I'm sure she's Alya" whispered Sinta to Intan.

"Oh yes. His name is Alya Berlian Sari" continued Mr. Yon proud to be able to mention the name Lian correctly after several times saw Alya nametage.

Sinta and Intan are really made to gawk. Why they're having trouble hiring spies. It turned out that the person they had been looking for all this time had already met.

"Doctor apprentice sir?" tanya Sinta.

"Yes Non, said Non Lian so" replied Pak Yon innocently.

"OK thank you sir" Sinta replied as she clenched her hands.

The two of them returned to the car and left the apartment.