LET ME BE HAPPY
chapter 32

POV Devin

"Are you okay, honey?" I asked Liona.

"It's okay, Dev," Liona replied, smiling sweetly at me.

She grimaces occasionally while rubbing her cheeks. I can't stop thinking, why Adinda can act like a bar like that. Maybe she was jealous to see Liona in this room, but didn't she also know that Liona was my lover. We even had a relationship before the wedding.

"Are you really okay?" ask again.

"Yes, I'm fine, honey. So, you don't have to worry," Liona replied.

"Oh yes, I say yes, dear. I have to get back to the office. I happened to meet outside, so I stopped by here for a while" he said, saying goodbye to me.

"Yes, be careful on the road" I replied.

Liona got up from her seat and stepped towards the door. I looked at her departure until Liona's figure disappeared from view. I immediately moved to my big chair, because there was still a lot of work to be done before lunch.

However, I had not yet stepped up, I turned back towards the sofa table. Instantly my net was fixed on the supply box on the table. I just realized there's a box of supplies here.

As I stepped, I sat myself back. I opened the box slowly, as soon as the special smell of food sounded to smell my sense of smell and it made me feel even more hungry. Without asking any questions, I knew this must have been made by Adinda.

Ah, considering Adinda, I felt guilty because I was being rude to her. Never once did I snap at him, but I was too carried away by emotions. How not emotion, if someone I love to fall down and look in pain.

However, for now I have to stop the demo of the worms in my stomach. Let my sister's business think about it later. It seems like it would be better if I kept being cold to him so that he would realize his mistake.

I scooped up the food that seemed to arouse my taste. Adinda's cooking has indeed made me opiate. I could never refuse every dish that Adinda served even when I was angry.

Bribe after mouthful of food moved to my stomach. Now, the food in this supply box is also a toilet without rest. I feel full. I think this stomach feels full. How not to be full, if all the provisions that Adinda brought for me just stay the place. Then I cleaned the table and took this box to the sink and washed it.

I exhaled a tired breath. I sit on my big chair. Wijaya Group company besides engaged in textiles also plays a role in the field of cosmetics. There are well-known cosmetic companies that are interested in cooperating with the Wijaya Group company.

Lately I've been hunting for time, designing logos and product descriptions to hand over to the company. I smiled with satisfaction at my work. Hopefully there is no obstacle so that the big tender I won. Because there are several other companies that also apply for similar cooperation. Immediately I save the file that I have not had time to save because I was in a hurry to go to papa's room.

I returned struggling with a pile of documents that were still visible on the desk of my work. I don't know how long I've been busy with the files I need to check and sign. Without feeling the clock has pointed to the number four. I've been tidying up my desk again.

Now, I'm on my way home. While passing by a flower shop, I stopped this car for a moment. Maybe if I buy the flowers and give them to Adinda, she'll accept my apology. Ah, why else is Adinda the one I think about. Shouldn't he be the one apologizing, not me.

"Assalamualaikum," I said a greeting as I entered the apartment.

"Where is he?" ask yourself because I didn't hear the greeting.

I stepped into the room. I turned the door handle and I didn't see my wife. I put the briefcase where it should be. Then I took off all the clothes I was wearing and stepped into the bathroom.

After taking a shower, I immediately fulfilled my duty as a Muslim. Usually if it is not too busy, I pray at the mosque office.

I was still sitting cross-legged in my place while waiting for the adzan maghrib. Not how long was the sound of adzan maghrib reverberating. I'm back to doing my duty.

Scroll clock on the nightstand, already six o'clock past, but there is still no sign of Adinda's presence. Soon I headed for the kitchen, but still I didn't see anyone.

I opened the saji hood and I saw the same menu I had for lunch. Instantly the worms in my stomach thrashed. Immediately I took the plate and filled it with rice and side dishes that were served on the table.

It feels like there is less, usually breakfast or dinner like this, Adinda has always accompanied me since she became my wife. I glanced at the chair where Adinda used to sit down to eat together. It feels bland when things used to be done together, now must be lived alone.

I shook my head trying to cast the shadow of Adinda out of my mind. Wasn't it after a year of our marriage that I had to get used to having no sister by my side. It's only been three months, but why do I feel so dependent on it? Could it be that I've started to have a similar taste of him? Immediately I thought of making me more in a dilemma. I firmly believe that this sense of comfort is only limited to the taste between friends.

Back I bribed the food into my mouth. The food that always seemed to arouse my taste has now moved into my stomach. If only Liona could cook such a delicious meal, I would definitely be happy. However, I must suppress my desire to have a wife who is good at filling the husband's stomach.

Liona can only cook instant food that is clearly unhealthy if consumed too often. Once he learned to make an omelet, but unfortunately the results are very disappointing, salty and also bitter because of the charred. Huft, if only Liona could cook like Adinda. Ah, why is Adinda again, Adinda again wandering in my mind.

I'll clean up the dining table soon. Bringing dirty equipment to the sink and then washing it. Then I went to the sofa. I turned on the television to watch.

"Where's Adinda?" I looked towards the door that was still closing perfectly. He usually goes without saying goodbye to me.

Shortly after, the door slowly opened. I saw Adinda closing the door. He walked past me without a word. Immediately I went to follow the steps of Adinda who entered the room after turning off the television.

"Din" call me.

She looked at me and continued her steps into the bathroom. I exhaled a long breath. Why does it feel like I can't accept that you're being cold to me? Wasn't it me who had intended to decide to be cold to her. Why the opposite now? So, where did he go until he came home at this hour?

"Aackhh." I rubbed my face rough. All the questions kept flashing in my mind, making me even more frustrated.