Ex's Regret
Dio's Anxiety

I watched my husband's movements in the office through the cctv I installed hidden in his room, and no one knew but me.

I saw the screen of my phone, which was connected to the cctv in the office, I deliberately did it to monitor my husband and Mila, because I was not comfortable with Mila there, other than as a secretary, Mila also harbored feelings for my husband a long time ago, that story I knew from some female employees in my father's company, so I had reason to prove my husband's loyalty as well, she said, not closing then if they can be in a relationship, I just want to know how much loyalty my husband has to me, nothing more.

My husband's face looks tired on the screen there, my eyes seem to withstand the overwhelming sleepiness can, calculated already four times Mila made black coffee for my husband, my husband, from now on he had gone back and forth in and out of my husband's room, every time Mila took Map on the table and brought it out, and went in with the map again and put it on the table, that's what he did until the end of the night.

I actually like the way the woman works, she can be relied on on on various occasions, because sometimes when Mas Pram can not attend the meeting, Mila will come forward to replace her.

But I don't like him being close to my husband, I don't want him to pay more attention, I'd rather my husband be made coffee by OB alone than by Mila.

I was jealous not to see my husband in the attention of other women, it feels like, Mas Pram is mine alone.

Also seen on the screen Mas Pram looks tired, sometimes he smokes to unwind and cool the brain, although he is famous alim but if you have smoked it does not feel like quitting, it does not want to stop, I saw a pack of cigarettes he smoked, and of course accompanied by a cup of black coffee without sugar.

Every time I forbade him not to smoke, I would defend him and say something else to me, 'Let your husband smoke, but just smoke, because it's his pleasure, nothing else, nothing else, you should be grateful enough that he just likes to smoke, not like other things, such as liquor, women and other things, so don't forbid him' that's my Dad's message.

I contemplated the advice of Dad, I can't be selfish, and should be able to hold myself together like Mas Pram, and his brain is also diluted of course many trials.

Don't make Mas Pram uncomfortable with me, because many companies want him, said Dad.

Moreover, the father once said that one of his business partners named Mr. Herman also likes Mas Pram, and intends to marry Mas Pram to Aisyah, his son Pak Herman.

That intention Mr. Herman expressed when I and Mas Pram were not married, even though I knew Aisyah well, the woman was beautiful and hijab sure she would be compatible when paired with Mas Pram.

I saw from my phone screen, my husband looked exhausted, I noticed that he had not eaten.

As the night wore on, I saw a burly figure walking towards the kitchenette in the corner of the office, cooking noodles and making coffee, my heart feels like it's in the crumb looking at that scene, don't ask the look that looks cute and his clothes are not neat anymore, it has proven that he already does not care about himself.

After he finished eating, he returned to his room, and went back to work on a few files, and before long he finished and he took the suit that was placed on the back of the chair, and went back to the sofa and laid his body there and covered his body with the suit, with a tilted position by closing both legs finally my eyes were closed as well.

My tears suddenly flowed from my cheeks. "I'm sorry Mas" I said softly, I kept crying for my husband who was working hard to slam the bones while I was here holding back my anger from jealousy, I kept him quiet without replying to all his messages, the ingredients he ordered me for lunch, even though I cuekin him when asking about the lunch menu for me, evil kah me, I was, once again I'm sorry, I sincerely regret.

With the spirit of four and five I woke up before the dawn prayer, I prepared all the necessities for me to take to the office, change clothes Mas Pram and other equipment, not forgetting I brought breakfast, yes, although I do not cook it, but at least I pay attention to food Pram Mas, besides that I also bring vitamins for him that I usually give every morning, I always give every morning, he will be pleased with this power.

Before I left for the office, I ordered a dining table at a grocery store, which I wanted to put on the second floor, because I don't want my Papa and my mother-in-law to always eat leftovers from Miss Marni and her family, it's a shame, nothing, eating at the place of people just want to, how behind the guest is he what I am, gales if serving the act of Miss Marni.

With a big smile and a happy heart I went to work, without breakfast, because I wanted to accompany Mas Pram breakfast for this morning, if I needed to treat him.

I am relieved that Papa and mother-in-law and Fatimah have come and while living here, on the advice of Papa I finally moved first temporarily to an Apartment that belongs to me, until the conditions at home can be controlled and the troublemaker immediately lift foot from here willingly, without me to expel.

Finished packing and I set off with a small suitcase containing some of my clothes and Mas Pram, Papa suggested that we go straight to the apartment with Mas Pram.

I went down the elevator because I didn't want to meet the old woman, when I met her I thought I wanted to grab her hair, sin let it be but I think it's worth a reward for someone who likes to snatch someone else's property.