Betrayed My Husband
Kayla Khazanah

(Aqila POV)

It's been a week since Mas Adam came to my house and made a mess. My mother is completely healed and still lives with me. I also know who Leon really is. Leon is the number one man in his country. Unmitigated, he is respected and feared by gangsters and mafia from all parts of the world.

It turned out that great as a Leon who is now in love with Mami. It's worth it Mas Adam's guts instantly shrieked when Mami threatened him. Mana dares him with a man as great and as strong as Leon.

But, I'm still figuring out how Mami got to know Leon. Leon is obviously younger than Mami and looks still single. Where Mami knew Leon. Because, to be honest, I was very afraid if Mami got carried away and fell into the black world that Leon had been struggling with.

Although he did not directly intervene, still everything happened on his orders. Indirectly, Leon is the boss.

This morning Mommy came with me to the boutique. We deliberately set off a little afternoon, because since a few days ago I have given Risna a spare key to open and close the boutique.

There is no harm in trusting someone else. Just because one person betrayed me, doesn't mean I'm taking the same for everyone who might be completely sincere with me.

We stopped at a restaurant for breakfast. I love the porridge at this restaurant because it really uses ingredients that are pure without artificial sweeteners and preservatives. Porridge at this restaurant that a week ago I ordered and delivered by a female courier who looks very young.

"Mi, a message that Mami likes. I'm going there first, yeah." I said to Mami while pointing at the receptionist's shirt.

"OK, Honey. Don't be long, yes." replied Mami with a fluffy smile.

I nodded and returned Mami's smile. Then walked towards the friendly female servant greeting me at the reception desk.

"Good morning, Mom. Can I help you?" asked the woman in the purple-white uniform respectfully.

"Yes, Mba. I want nanya, is there a courier here who is still a young girl? About 15 to 17 years old!" I'm the one who's curious about the girl can't help but ask.

"Hmmm... What's the name, Mom? Because there are two couriers whose characteristics are like I mentioned just now."

"I don't know his name. But, a week ago he delivered orders to my boutique" I told the female employee.

"May I know the name of the boutique and its address, ma'am? I will check the transaction first, then we will know who the courier is responsible for delivering the order there."

"His name is Aqila Boutique on Jalan Melati number 52" I explained to him.

"Awhile, Mom. I'll check first."

"Good, Mba."

I sat in the high chair that was there. My eyes swept across the corner of the room. See if that girl is at the Resto right now. I mean looking for the girl, of course not because I want to collect the rest of the change he said he wanted to deliver again a week ago. But I want to know him further. Why do I feel like a stranger to that girl. And I saw that a lot of burdens were borne by him.

If not, how could a girl his age be a food delivery courier. I just want to get to know him closer. My heart feels closer to him. Although he could not clearly see his face at that moment.

"This, Ma. All the details of the information. Please check and let us know if there are any complaints or anything like that" he said kindly.

"good. Thank you, Mba." I replied with a smile.

I immediately returned to the table where Mami was waiting for me. It looks like Mami is surfing on her social media. Mami's super-sophisticated phone, which I believe cost no less than 150 million rupiah, seemed very tempting to my faith. Not that I can't afford it, but I just don't really like to follow the trend by changing phones. Especially if the phone has a fantastic price.

"Hi, Honey. Is it done with business?" mami asked when she saw me sitting back in the chair I was in.

"Already, Mi. The order came from earlier, didn't it?" I asked back when I saw the delicious menus were presented neatly on the table.

The aroma of porridge and some pudding is very appetizing. Making the stomach that was not too hungry, became very rumbling like not filled all day.

"Just now. Yuk, we'll eat the porridge first. The mump is still warm. Later abis eat we continue to chat or where you want to ajakin Mami is the point."

"Yes, Mi. The porridge is so good it is recommended." I said as I took my bowl of porridge and began to spoon it into my mouth.

We had breakfast in silence. Intentionally, so that breakfast feels more delicious and indeed eat when talking it is not recommended. After finishing, devouring a bowl of porridge, we began to taste one cup of refreshing fruit pudding.

"Qil, what are you reading?" mami asked when she saw me reading a piece of paper given by the resto employee.

"Oh, this is Mi. It's just my order note last week. I want to know who the courier who took the porridge to the boutique is. Because, I feel that the young girl looks scared when talking to me," I replied bluntly.

"There are you, Qil" Mami said with a laugh.

That sounds ridiculous. I don't know why I was so curious about the girl. Although I was busy this week taking care of this and that, but my mind could not be separated from the food delivery girl.

Who exactly is he? Have I ever met him? Why I wanted so much to meet and be close to him. Like the figure of a sister I have longed for all this time. Considering I was an only child, of course I had hoped to have a sister or brother. That is also why I loved Astri sincerely and wholeheartedly all this time.

But apparently, all my kindness was misused by him. The pain is what it feels like. However, the rice had already become porridge. What can I do, it's all happened and I can't fix it anymore.

I read the details of the food delivery girl's self-data. Something slightly tickled the recess of my heart. Kayla Khazanah, the girl's name. Why is his last name the same as mine?

Is it just a coincidence or what? Maybe I really do have a sister. I looked at Mami's face that wasn't much different from mine. Mami still looks beautiful and youthful.

I suddenly had a question in my brain. "Mi, do I have a sister?"

Puuuff... Uhuk... Uhuk...

Mom immediately spouted a warm drink that was being shaved and coughed. My mom was wrong.