Husband Who (But) Considered
Eps 13's

Jenny got out of the house in a taxi she had booked online. He went to one of ATK's sales shops. Jenny would buy some stationery and books for the purpose of sketching out a picture of a dress. And this is the first time Jenny's been out of the house.

Actually Om and Aunt Jenny also live in this city, but Jenny is reluctant to tell him. Especially with her wedding. Let her parents tell her.

For about an hour and a half Jenny went around the store that sells ATK, Jenny also stopped by the mini market that happened to be close to the store. Jenny bought some of her necessities and also bought a snack to accompany her drawing later. After that, Jenny came home in a taxi.

Arriving home, Jenny immediately went into her room. He arranged his groceries and the stationery he bought earlier. Jenny saw the wall clock already showing at 12 p.m. But until now he did not find the existence of Iqbal at home.

“Where the hell from earlier out not back and forth.” Jenny muttered annoyedly.

“Eh, why also think of the polar creature.” Jenny cursed her stupidity.

Jenny sat back in the living room. He was tired of playing his gadget, now confused to do it again. If you want to sketch it feels like Jenny likes to do it at night.

Jenny was curious about a drawer that was near the sofa she was sitting on. He opened the drawer and there was an old photo album. Jenny took it. There are many family photos of Iqbal. Starting from the youth of his two in-laws to the childhood of Iqbal with Arsha the younger brother.

Unknowingly Jenny pulls the corner of her lips up while looking at a childhood photo of Iqbal. In the photo, Iqbal is crying while riding a horse. Jenny's mind compares the past and present Iqbal. Her childhood was so funny and adorable. But why is it cold and stiff now.

Satisfied with the family photo Iqbal, Jenny again put the photo album into the drawer. And now his stomach feels rumbling to ask to be filled. He opened the food delivery app. And not waiting long, the food came.

After eating, Jenny suddenly felt her stomach cramp. He remembered that this date was his period coming. He also knows his habits. Jenny looks for drugs in her bag that use to reduce the pain that afflicted her.

“Duhh!! I may not have enough medicine.” Jenny muttered as she did not find the cure in the bag.

Going out is not even able to. If so, he could only sleep all day. Since there was no medicine to take, Jenny felt her body temperature slightly heated up due to pain in her stomach. Plus the cold sweat that has been coming out since.

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Meanwhile on the first day Iqbal worked, he could do his job well. All of his friends were also welcome.

Iqbal who used to work very observant and meticulous, his current job was not too difficult for him. It's just that in addition to using the brain, he also has to use the muscles. Because once in a while he also lifted some boxes of goods that had just entered.

At lunchtime, Iqbal gathers with his friends for lunch. And this was also the first time Iqbal had lunch mingling with the crowd.

After lunch, Iqbal and his friends resumed their work. And according to his schedule, at 4 pm he was only allowed to go home.

“You're Iqbal, Jojo's replacement huh?” ask a middle-aged man.

“Iya Pak.” Answer Iqbal politely.

“I Halim, head of warehouse. I've been monitoring your work pretty well. It doesn't feel wrong Jojo is looking for a replacement. Hopefully you can maintain your good performance.” said Mr. Halim while patting Iqbal on the shoulder and then leave.

“Thank you Sir.” Reply Iqbal nodded respectfully.

Iqbal again continued to check the items that had just been taken down from the container. He is very observant in researching the condition of goods are still good or some are damaged, while carrying a small notebook and a pen.

Iqbal yng was still busy just glancing at the man. Iqbal saw the man's aura that looked cynical and disliked with him. And that man was the one Jojo had been telling me about this morning and asked himself to be careful.

“Sobbish. Child has also been pretentious to look for the same face of the head of the warehouse.” Said the man again because Iqbal was still unmoved.

Because for Iqbal there was nothing important about the man's conversation, he just left it. And suddenly made the man known as Adrian look angry with Iqbal.

Late in the afternoon and time has already shown at 4 o'clock. Iqbal and his friends are ready to go home. The work is not finished yet, but it can be resumed tomorrow.

Iqbal headed to the parking lot to pick up the bike. Although the Iqbal motorbike is not a new motorbike, its existence there is enough to make some employees amazed. Some even think that Iqbal is not a random person. And there are also those who don't seem to like it.

Iqbal put on his helmet and started the engine, then left the company.

On the way home, Iqbal had stopped by a stall to buy food. She chose to buy food for her dinner later instead of cooking. Because honestly, his body is very tired after a long day of work.

After that he returned to drive his motorbike home.on his arrival at home, a common thing that Iqbal often encountered. His house always looks lonely. If only the marriage was like a marriage that is lived like most people, surely at home from work like there is a wife who welcomes his return.

Iqbal let out a slow breath. He could have imagined himself like that. Then he immediately threw away all his ridiculous thoughts.

Cclek

Iqbal went inside the house and saw that Jenny's bedroom door was not closed completely. Taapi he also did not care about what the girl was doing inside the room.

Iqbal's earlobes catch the groaning sound of someone who is holding back pain. He paused his steps as he was about to enter his room. Iqbal wasn't sure if it was Jenny's voice. But who else if not Jenny. The distance to the neighbors is not too close. So it was impossible if the sound came from the neighboring house.

Iqbal ventured to peek at Jenny's room whose door was not tightly closed. It was clear that Jenny was sleeping.

“Jen!” call Iqbal through the door, but not from the owner of the room.

Iqbal was getting worried. He ventured into Jenny's room. And sure enough the moaning was Jenny's voice curled up in her bed.

“Jenny, are you sick?” Iqbal asked and while looking at Jenny's face. Then his hand reached out to touch Jenny's hand.

“Gosh! Your body fever.” Iqbal was surprised.

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*TBC