CHASING A DREAM HUSBAND
Where is Natasha?

Natasha drove her car towards the Yoga campus, it took her about twenty minutes to get there. Natasha tries to call Yoga's number back, but it turns out that her number is off.

Natasha is almost at the Yoga campus. As she was about to pass by a cafe near the Yoga campus, she recalled her second meeting with Yoga. At the cafe they both had a chance to get involved in arguing, until a slap floated into the cheek of the handsome man.

Who would have thought that the man she used to work with to separate Andra and Adelia, in order to smooth out her plan to get engaged to Andra, had now turned into her husband. Natasha smiled remembering the incident.

But suddenly Natasha's smile faded, as she passed by the Cafe, her eyes saw a motorbike she was very sorry for, due to the striking color of her helmet, parked in the courtyard of the cafe that is not too large. Natasha squinted her eyes, she tried to sharpen her gaze to pay attention to the number of the motor plate. He snorted in annoyance because the plate number was exactly the same number that Yoga had.

" Basik Tukang Ojol is lewd, awaited from earlier even here. Why is he here?!" Natasha immediately parked her car on the street in front of the cafe, then she walked over to the cafe.

Natasha looked at every corner of the cafe, her beautiful eyes looking for the figure of the man she was looking for. And his eyes suddenly locked onto the figure of the man sitting on the right seat, about ten meters away from where he was standing.

The figure of the man was sitting opposite a woman. With her own eyes Natasha saw the man clasping the woman's hand and also touched and even wiped the tears on the beautiful woman's cheeks.

Instantly as Natasha's Breath choked, her heart thumped. Hot air flowed all over her body until it felt in her eyes. His hands clenched together, even more so when he learned who the woman who currently looked intimate with Yoga was.

Wanting it to feel like he hit a pair of different humans of that type, wanted it to feel like he cursed and cursed them both. He was ready to step up and perform bar-bar actions as a form of annoyance towards the two people, but he paused. Natasha turned around, slightly running back to her car with a sick heart.

" Aarrgghh ...!! Fuck Yoga ...!! Damn village woman ...!! Was it not enough that you took Andra away from me?! Now you want to snatch the man who is already my husband?! Women don't know themselves!" natasha beat the driver of her car.

Natasha's chest feels crowded, as if Dejavu, today she again caught Adelia making out with a man who is now her husband. After she caught Adelia with Andra in Andra's office a few weeks ago, which eventually led her to complain to Andra's parents, and became the cause of Andra's anger until she almost lost her chastity

No tears had melted on Natasha's cheeks. " Why are you doing this to me, Yoga? After what has happened to us lately? why are you the same with me? Are you conspiring to avenge me?" Inner Natasha while wiping her tears. He remembered the fondling that Yoga had done to him. And it hurt her heart so much.

Finally Natasha drove her car away from the cafe with a broken feeling.

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Almost two hours and a half Yoga finished talking to Adelia. Yoga remembered his promise to have lunch with Natasha.

" Shit ...! Hape lowbat again." Yoga is his ketoodorant. She had imagined that her female lion would definitely go berserk from failing to keep her promise without any news.

Yoga wanted to come to Natasha's boutique, but she remembered that at two o'clock she would teach bimbel in an area that required a travel time of more than thirty minutes. If she had to go to Natasha's boutique first, it was certain that she would be over an hour late. Yoga decided to meet his wife after he taught. He planned a dinner outside to tame his wife's emotions.

A few hours passed..

The motorbike driven by Yoga entered the Alexa Butique page, his eyes did not find Natasha's car there. Yoga glanced at the watch in his hand, which showed the time of four o'clock past thirty minutes.

" Evening, Mr. Joko, Ms. Natasha is on the spot. Sir? The car I see does not exist" asked Yoga at the security guard.

" Mother Boss was out this afternoon, Mas. hasn't come back here yet" replied Mr. Joko.

" Get out of the day?"

" Yes, Mas. From around lunchtime."

" Go alone or ...??"

" Himself, Mum."

Yoga thought for a moment. " I'll wait here, sir. Afraid that Natasha's mom will come back here."

" I'll just wait out here, sir, Mr. Temenin, all I want my phone charger, lowbat problem."

" Oh, yeah, go ahead, Mom."

Finally Yoga decided to wait, just in case Natasha returned to the boutique.

Until the Maghrib prayer, Natasha did not return, even several times Yoga tried to contact, Natasha number is not active. Finally Yoga chose to return to Natasha's apartment, hoping that his wife had already arrived there.

" Assalamu'alaikum, Bi, Natasha is home?" tanya Yoga to Bi Surti, when she arrived at Natasha's apartment.

" Waalaikumsalam, just want to ask Auntie, Which Non? How come you're not going home together?" Bi Surti.

" Is Natasha not home yet?" Yoga glanced at the wall clock that was almost eight o'clock in the evening.

" Not yet, Mas."

" Where is he?" Yoga is anxious. " She told Auntie she's going home late today?"

" No, Mas." Bi Surti shakes. " It was to Mas Yoga itself, Si Non said, no?" Bi Surti asked back.

" No, Bi. He didn't say anything." Yoga takes a heavy breath. " Is he angry with me huh, Bi? Because I canceled lunch without telling you?" Yoga guessing.

" It could be that, Mom. Si Non must be angry if it happens like that." Bi Surti.

" But where is he now? I called her number inactive. Does he come home late without any news?

" The Non if you come home late always send a message to Auntie, Mas. Except that night alone, time finally came home with Mas Yoga."

" Is there a friend of hers who used to go out with her, Bi?" Yoga hopes there are clues, so he can find his wife where she is now.

" There used to be, Mom. But for almost half a year now Si Non has rarely gone out since Mba Lidya and Mbak Sisca moved with her husband abroad. They're both friends of the Non." Bi Surti explained.

Yoga fell silent, there was no trace he could trace to look for Natasha, while the seconds of the hour continued to pass.

" Yes, already, Bi. I want to shower and pray first. After that I tried to find Natasha." Yoga rests on one hope, may Natasha be in her rented house.

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Author POV; Well, you know... Natasha where are you?

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