Berondong Keborangan My Wife
Chapter 2

At five o'clock in the afternoon, office hours are over. Soon Samsul cleared all his work files. He can't wait to get home soon.

"Sir," suddenly Mr. Darman patted his shoulder from behind.

Samsul. "What's up, sir?"

"Atasan called you!" said Pa Darman.

Samsul grunted violently. The bald man must have given him a job.

Quickly Samsul kept his files in the drawer and then walked hurriedly to his superior room. Mr. Vishnu.

Looks like Pa Vishnu is sitting waiting for him.

"Come Pa. Here in!" greeted him.

Then Samsul sat facing Pa Vishnu.

"What's the matter Pa?"

"Look. Because today the work is so piled up, and I have an important event that I can't leave. So I'm asking you today overtime. But don't worry, I'll give you a bonus next month, how? You want to, right?"

Samsul swallowed his saliva. How could he refuse Pa Vishnu's request. The bald-headed man always gave him a hefty bonus, if Samsul was able to do all the work he was given.

But what about powerful medicine?

Though that night, he wanted to prove the efficacy of the drug to his wife Mila, but damn it. Pa Vishnu suddenly asked him for help to finish all his work.

But a big bonus in plain sight.

With a heavy heart, Samsul finally accepted the request of Pa Vishnu. That night Samsul will be overtime until his work is done.

It was a bonus he could give to Mila. Beloved wife.

"alright. Thank you, huh?"

"Yes Pa."

Not long after Pa Vishnu left the room. While Samsul took the pile of files on the table.

Samsul will do all his work. Although his heart was broken. But let. The bonus is this big.

Before doing his job. Samsul takes a cell phone to contact his wife Mila.

"Honey .." said Samsul to his wife.

"Yes Pa. What was? How's this clock still in the office?" mila's answer was there.

"Yes, Ma. Sorry, Papa seems to be home tonight."

"Now, anyway? He said Papa would be home soon, if his job was done."

"You know how else Ma. Papa's boss asked Papa for overtime. Yes, I'm heart-hearted."

"Yes Pa. What time do you think I'll be home?"

"Papa at least comes home at one night Ma. Mama bobo first, huh? Don't wait for Papa."

Then Samsul disconnected his phone. It was good to have contacted Mila. That way he does not worry about his wife who is always left overtime almost every night.

How else. For the sake of making his wife happy. He had to work hard so that Mila's needs could be sufficient. Mila has many requests. From expensive bags and clothes, his wife often bought them. Although Samsul never saw the new items that Mila bought. But Samsul believed. Mila did it all to make her happy. Mila wants to look beautiful and supple in front of her.

**

That night, it felt like Mila wanted to scream as loud as possible. Her husband's coming home late. That way he can have fun with Deni.

He quickly contacted Deni.

"Den."

"Yes, Mom. What's up?"

"You ready, huh? Tonight we walk. You wait in the usual place, so no one will see us."

"Already Den. Don't think about my husband. He's got overtime tonight."

After saying that. Mila hung up. He rushed to the bathroom to clean himself up. Dress neatly. That night he will spend his time with Deni. The streets while the culinary.

Uh. She was so happy that night. He would do anything with Deni.

When you are finished dressing well. Mila went straight out of the house. It looks like Deni is ready with his motor matic. She was also dressed well. That afternoon Deni's face was very handsome and dashing. I can't wait for Mila to immediately want to fondle the young man.

"Den. You first. Mother followed later. You wait in the usual place, yeah .." Mila whispered to Deni.

Deni nodded slowly. He also left home. Followed by Mila from behind. Mila walked forward enough. About ten minutes to get to the front of the frame where they met in silence.

On the way, Mila cross paths with Pa Bowo in front of her house.

"Eh. Ms. Samsul. Very neat, where are you going?" how polite.

"Oh this is Pa. I want there to be a need, excuse me Pa," said Mila while rushing her way.

Pa Bowo looked at Mila with an astonished face. Of late. He often saw Mila dressed a little sexy. Though at his age, Mila should wear a hijab to look elegant and polite at the sight.

But the woman instead wears a knee-length skirt with a tight t-shirt top, giving Pa Bowo goosebumps to see her appearance.

Right in front of the Archway . Deni was ready to wait for him. Mila quickly climbed onto the Deni motorbike and hugged Deni's waist tightly.

"Where are we, ma'am?"

"We went to the cinema Den. Tonight there's a horror movie."

"Good Mom."

Deni quickly turned on his motor. They both left laughing happily. Throughout journey. Mila unceasingly kissed Deni's shoulder. He had no shame in the slightest when the person on the street noticed the manner of the two of them.

But Mila doesn't care. No one recognized him. It's getting dark anyway. And they were far from his house. And Mila is free to do anything with Deni while piggybacking.

Mila's young soul seemed to rise again. She felt like a girl back. In the bonceng by the idol made Mila forget her status.

But the one who is being drunk on love and forgets the land. Never thought of anyone else. What matters is that they broke up that night.

Arrive at a large mall. They join hands like lovers who are knitting romance stories.

Even though the people around him began to notice the behavior of the two of them. A handsome young man in the arms of a woman who was no longer young.

Mila's age in July will be thirty-eight years. Deni is twenty years old.

But for Mila. It feels seventeen years old if you are traveling with Deni. The woman had indeed broken her shame veins, because it was embezzled by her blind love for Deni.

***

Otherside. Samsul was busy working. His eyes looked sleepy. Occasionally he wiped away the sweat that was dripping on his forehead.

That night, he had to quickly finish his task. Cape and tired he ignored. For Mila. He'll do anything. Even though he had to lose his life, for Samsul it was okay. Mila's happy origin.

Samsul sighed harshly while glancing at his watch. It's only ten in the evening. Two hours to complete the task. There are two more files.

Samsul then stood up from his seat. To tighten his muscles that began to tense.

"When again what, yes .." Samsul grunts while grabbing a mobile phone lying on the table.

"Helo darling .... "

There's no answer across there.

Samsul again pressed the screen of his phone contacting Mila once again.

"Helo, darling ... "

Still no answer. Mila's phone is off.

"Maybe my wife is asleep" he thought.

He sat back down to finish his job. To go home quickly.