Horizon
Episode 103's

"You're not a very good person why the hell? It's called darifahain. They know you if asked please feel sorry for nolak. So digininin continues." I exploded myself. At that time I was really emotional. It has been defended to go home to the cook office, hot oil splashes, knife slices, and a myriad of other kitchen problems, and suddenly the results are not tasted at all.

"Astagfirullah who don't say that. What's wrong, it's not a bad deed"

"How do I want to? Did I make this much want to be flanked? Huh uh?"

"I'm just jerking off"

"How many times have you said that? But in fact, just returned the morning blind, even never returned home all day. For what the hell? Let's step up?"

Kendra was silent for a moment. My last sentence is certainly not wrong. Although the man never told a story, but from his actions and behavior all this time it was clear he wanted to immediately occupy a higher position than now.

"If so, why?" challenging Kendra made me round my eyes.

"So, your career is more important than your wife and kids? I'm pregnant again, and you want more office? Work is work, but it is worth it. Why the hell chasing the office if your own family you have a gini?"

The man rolled his eyeballs, "Who is nelantarin anyway? When do I want to work more? The proof is that I want to go to Papua because you are pregnant."

"Yes, just go there. Let me give chicken all this my bad cooking" I jerked in annoyance.

"Taste it good. I go first yes" he choked because his mouth was full of food. My cheeks were kissed by the lip of his scarf before the man finally came out of the house with a plate full of his right hand.

And sure enough, Kendra just came home the next day.

Such an event does not only happen once or twice. But because of his strong desire to immediately rise to office, often I feel neglected, I feel numbered. If it wasn't for the man's patience to act sweetly in order to get an apology from me every time we had a little feud, maybe our quarrel would have widened. And usually, every time we fight, even if it's my fault, Kendra will apologize first.

But now, it's been a week and there's no news at all from Kendra. He doesn't usually let us argue for more than three days. What's the matter? Is he really at the limit of his patience with me?

My daydream was jolted as the roar of a car engine entered the courtyard. Not the sound of Satriya's car, not the sound of Kendra's men's car that used to pick me up. From behind the window curtains I peeked out.

A gray Daihatsu Terios moved slowly entering the courtyard. From behind the windshield, a two-star red badge hanger is seen.

Not wrong anymore.

Papa's..