From Wa To London
The Part Twelve (Secrets)

~Sometimes secret will be better always hidden~ Author

"I know him father, know him well" Rizky insisted.

"My boy..Your mother ran to Indonesia, right? How'd your brother get back to London?" Michael looked at his son concerned he understood his son was missing his sister terribly.

23 Years ago his wife left him. I don't know for what reason. He only knew his wife Nayla returned to her country Indonesia to bring their daughter.

He has sent all his men to find his wife. But 5 years of futile search made him only able to surrender.

Maybe God wants their separation. Think Michael.

From the beginning he felt that his wife Nayla did not feel at home living with her family. He always asks why? But his wife always answered with a sledgehammer.

"But yeah....Rizky insisted.

Michael was astonished by the persistence of this son. Rizky is a stubborn kid. Like mother.

"Okay.later I'll see that woman" Michael relented.

Rizky smiled triumphantly. He believes the woman is his sister. Liza Tuffahati's. How do they have the exact name?

...***...

Liza re-entered Pethhouse, after getting tired of going around the apartment, she was bored. He opened his laptop and opened the Windows WA app intending a video call with Leya.

A few minutes later Leya did not pick up Liza's call. Liza looked at her watch. 8 O'clock in London time. Oh my.means 1pm Indonesian time. How not? Her thought.

At 8 p.m? Enrique hasn't come home yet? What am I supposed to do? Did I just sleep?

Liza stared at the neatly arranged dining table with a full meal on it. After the honeymoon life together was not as beautiful as the Indonesian soap opera (*😂) if you married a big businessman who he brained every second only about the dollar, you are just his affair. Ckck

Liza curled up in Enrique's own king-size bed.

His intention to work on Novel was not realized, the mood was bad. Yeah, maybe tomorrow's gonna be better. Her thought.

Armed with that thought Liza was sleeping uncomfortably.

The next day Liza woke up, at 06:00 and smiled at her smell of cooking from the kitchen. Surely Enrique was sitting at the dinner table. Think Liza.

He rushed to the bathroom and cleaned himself up.

A few minutes later he ran into the kitchen with a smile on his face.

"Enrique!!! From the middle of the living room

He was still smiling when he saw Mary preparing food. There's only Mary. Without Enrique.

"Where's Enrique Mary?" Liza asked confusedly.

"Sorry mrs.mr.Leonardo has been left for work in early morning" Mary replied concernedly.

Yes of course he is concerned. His master was always busy. He is very rarely at home. How can a husband prefer to work hard while the wife is just told to keep quiet. Mary did not think.

"Ahh.its Ok" Liza tried to force her smile.

Liza turned around to want to go to the room in a doldrums. Lost his spirit that was stirring. Back he had to go through the day without Enrique. Liza knew she could not be selfish and forced her will on Enrique. Is it wrong to feel neglected? Not even a single message was there for him. Why after marriage the romance just goes away.

"Mrs..you won't eat?" Mary exclaims.

"I dont want Mary.maybe later" Liza replied softly fearing offending Mary.

***

Liza decided to get out of their apartment. He drove around London in a taxi. For two hours he was walking around aimlessly. Until he decided to get out of the taxi and enter a cafe called Kennington Lane Cafe.

Liza ordered Espresso and Snacks that she didn't touch at all.

He just kept daydreaming, there was a pain in the corner of his heart that he could not explain. He was unconscious when a man sat in front of him.

"Hey.stop daydreaming, the drink will not run out without you drinking it" The man managed to make Liza realize from her daydream, focusing on her.

"Hey.sorry" Liza smiled wryly.

"May I sit here?" The man asked.

Liza looked at the man with round eyes

" You've even sat down, why do you ask?" Liza shook her head while smiling.

"Yes..who knows you want to kick me out?" The man smiled.

"Its ok.you can sit anywhere" Liza shrugged her shoulders.

"Well...do you don't want to know my name?" The man asked still with his big smile.

Liza looked at the man.

"You want to introduce yourself?"

The man drew his face closer while extending his hand.

Liza welcomed Rizky's hand warmly.

"Liza" her name smells Indonesian thought Liza, it deserves she is fluent in Indonesian.

They talked at length. Rizky told how tired he was working, so sometimes he stole time for a walk like now. Liza only listened with interest until she was unaware that she had finished her third Espresso. The espresso he only looked at a few hours ago.

"Ah..sorry ky, but I have to go home now" Liza looked at her watch at lunchtime she thought. How long has he been gone? Talking to Rizky made him forget about time. He also moved from his seat.

"Ah...so, will I deliver?" Rizky offered politely as she stood up from her seat.

"No need, I can take a taxi" he refused.

"Be careful" Rizky stared at Liza's distant bronze.

I even forgot to ask for her phone number. Think Rizky. He was too happy to be able to sit across and talk lightly with the woman he believed was his sister.

...***...

Liza opened the door of her husband's penthouse coming in with a shackle. Yes after the conversation with Rizky the mood is back down. Returning to reality made her feel sad.

Just as she wanted to take off her walking shoes, she was shocked by the voice of her husband from the living room.

"Shitt!!!!" I told you looking for her everywhere!!! She's been missing for 6 more hours!"

Liza walked rigidly in the guest room. Passing Enrique who was surprised by his arrival.

"That's not need again! She is here" Enrique ended his cell phone call.

"Liza!!!" Enrique called out to Liza with quite a high intonation.

Yes, even Enrique no longer called her princess. Where was the romance that used to be? Just be right. Think Liza

Liza turned to look at her husband who looked very disheveled.

"What?" Liza said lazily.

"What??? Are you kidding me?" Enrique looked at his wife with a look of disbelief.

"What's wrong with you? Where the hell have you been? You don't know how worried I am? Why don't you think before you act? Can't you just send one short message when you want to leave?" Enrique looked up at his wife who was so indifferent to his worries.

Liza took a heavy breath.

"Have you?" Liza asked.

"What?" Enrique was increasingly astonished by his wife's indifference.

"I'm tired" Liza passed from before Enrique.

But it's not Enrique's name if he lets Liza just walk away.

Enrique held both of Liza's shoulders. Forcing Liza to face him.

"My answer is Princess? What's wrong with you?" Enrique insisted.

Liza looked at Enrique blankly.

"Just ask yourself Enrique? You know what the answer is" said Liza while brusquely brushing her hand.

Enrique was stunned staring at Liza's departure from before him. What say? Me? Thought Enrique.

For a few days he was very busy with his work. He had to win the tender of a well-known company in London, he had to convince their clients to cooperate with his company.

He forgot to send a message to his wife. He went home when his wife had slept quietly, and left while his wife was still asleep.

Enrique realized that he had ignored his wife.

But he didn't expect his wife to have the watermelon on him. What's wrong? Her thought.

He steps into Liza's tail room, but Liza locks him first.

"Princess!" Shouted Enrique from outside while banging on the door.

Oh. which is true.

There is no truth from within. Liza did not even bother to answer her husband's screams.

"Princess, please open the door.we need to talk" Enrique insisted. But Liza remained silent.

Enrique glanced at his watch, already at 14:00 noon London time.

He has to go back for a meeting. Shitt's! Enrique turned around leaving Liza.

Liza came out after 5 hours in the room and was in a shower. Her husband is not even a man like FTV Indonesia who is willing to wait for his woman for hours even until the rain. Think Liza.

Liza sat together in front of the TV who was showing the melodrama of a couple who were fighting. Oh right, even the television seems to mock him.

He continued to watch TV without any intention of watching it. A few hours later he fell asleep.

***