First Wife's Mission
Episode 1-To Where is My Husband?

Niana's waist started to ache because she was sitting too long in one of the chairs in the dining room. Anxiety began to hit and make him not feel at home if only to stay silent for a long time. He decided to get up, then grabbed the phone lying on the left side of the dining table to make sure again whether Endri—suami—have given the news. However, when the screen started to light up by the touch of her thumb, it was just the empty hope Niana had. Endri still did not answer her message.

While the day is getting late at night. Soon time showed at ten. Who is not restless when the beloved husband who awaited since then just has not arrived? Niana had already cooked some dishes herself after returning home from her office. Where exactly is Endri? The messages and phone calls that Niana made to contact her husband did not get any response at all.

Niana's long breath was heard along with her step stop near the glass window of the house that had not been closed perfectly. Her eyes that began to feel spicy because of sleepy trying to break through the darkness, looking for if there were signs of the arrival of the husband. However, only silence was felt. The gate of the house is still tightly closed. There was no sound of the car engine that Niana was familiar with. Apparently, Endri still wants to make Niana's heart more upset.

"Where are you, Mas?" Murmuring shuddered out from Niana's lips which slowly turned pale. Either because of tiredness, cold, or anxiety that makes him seem like a sick person. Oh, or maybe it's the loneliness that's starting to torment her right now?

"Mistress?" Nur, the twenty-one-year-old maid girl came out of her room which was on the first floor. "Mrs isn't asleep?"

Niana was shocked. He then turned his body, when he realized the presence of Nur. A masygul's smile flashed on her sweet and slightly sensual lips. After that, he gave a nod to reinforce the answer to the question from his domestic assistant.

"No, Nur. Endri is not home yet. You're bothered by my existence, Nur?" ask Niana.

Nur shook his right hand while laughing. "Yes no, Madam. Who owns this house is Mrs Niana and Mr Endri, it is precisely me who may always disturb Mrs and Mrs." Laughter continued to end the speech he addressed to answer a silly question from Niana.

"The one who owns this house is Mas Endri, Nur, not me, Already! You better sleep, don't mind me, Nur. I'm gonna wait till Mas Endri gets home!"

"I'll drink, Madam." Nur laughed again. "Mrs should also go to bed quickly. Mr. Endri is a businessman, he must be very busy, Madam. So, Madam need not worry!"

"I'll sleep later too when I'm sleepy, Nur! You're as chatty as my mother!" Niana shook her head after saying so. Even so, he did not intend to get angry because Nur was almost like Rita— his mother, who was so ugly and sometimes annoying. Maybe because he was a little upset and anxious, so Niana did not want to talk much.

Meanwhile, Nur was still a crybaby. He was not offended at all for what Niana said. Niana can do that sometimes. Sometimes firm and fierce, but not infrequently Niana can behave more like relatives who are so guarding Nur regardless of status. Niana is a good employer, oh no, but a really good woman. Nur greatly admired his mistress. Not only able to double as a housewife and often help Nur's work in the kitchen, Niana never complained when the conditions required her to keep working.

So, how would Nur not admire the figure of his mistress? Because not only deserve to be an example, Niana was so generous and often gave bonus money to Nur. Which of course makes Nur will be more affectionate to the employer who is nine years older than him.

About a minute after Nur went back into the room, Niana heard the roar of a familiar car engine. Endri has come! Niana, who had originally chosen to look at the gate from behind the window, rushed out. Upon arrival on the terrace, Niana stared at the security on duty looking busy opening the door, while Endri drove his car to enter the area in the two-story house. The car garage became the stop for Endri, who then immediately got down and walked towards the main door where Niana was standing not far from there.

"Mas, is there overtime tonight?" niana asked as she grabbed the bag and blazer from Endri's hand. "Why didn't you tell me? I'm worried about you, Mom."

Endri smiled. A strange smile and a tendency to masygul. The stitches on his face looked numb. There was a sign of unease that seemed to have been hard for him to hide. Why is it that Niana is still awake and waiting for him who actually does not want to go home at night? Especially when there is something that makes him reluctant to meet his wife. However, since then the words of his little heart give encouragement to keep him back.

Returning to convey something that had recently troubled his heart. A truth that Niana should have heard, or even accepted. Although in the end there will be a complicated risk of injury. However, Endri was no longer able to stand up let alone run from the reality that occurred because of his own mistakes.

"Mas, how are you going to shut up?" Niana spoke again this time along with curiosity. About why Endri did not give news, as well as why Endri's face looked agitated. Niana felt something was wrong. Could Endri's company be getting into trouble? Or are there other serious problems that can make Endri until filled with anxiety?

"Ma-niana ...." Endri swallows saliva. Shaking, he grabbed both fingers belonging to his wife. "A-ayo's in. W-there's something I want to talk to you about."

Niana looked confused for a moment. However, he immediately nodded his head. Curiosity makes him want to quickly go inside and listen to the story of Endri. Who knows she can help any difficulties that may be gripping her husband's life.

They went hand in hand, with Niana in front. The door was closed tightly, when both of them had managed to throw themselves into the main room of the two-story mansion. Niana and Endri then sat side by side on one of the soft sofas neatly arranged as part of the living room. The place was faster to reach than the room on the second floor and certainly took longer because it had to climb the stairs.

While Niana was waiting quietly, Endri was frowning, ascertaining whether Nur had really slept. He did not want his conversation with Niana to be heard by anyone first.

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