Love You More Husband
Later

Milea stepped definitely into the Bimantara building that afternoon, against the scorching sun. The light blue pasmina he wore waved in the wind as it passed through the spacious factory yard. Milly headed towards the reception desk where an early thirties woman greeted her with a friendly smile. True said her husband, Bimantara was filled with sincere people. Look at the appearance of the employees there are very simple, including the woman in front of him.

"I want to meet Mr. Rafael" he said kindly, the receptionist glanced at the neatly arranged dining box in Milea's hand at a glance.

"Sorry, Rafanya has a guest. Can you wait a minute?" Milly frowned. A guest? at break time? After all, her husband's office was kept busy at the break as it is now. Bimantara's office workers were still sitting at his desk. Similarly, the factory workers who are behind the office building. There is no significant movement except for a few people who go to mushola in turns. The rest is just the sound of the machine being heard until it stands. Milly scanned the surroundings before agreeing to the receptionist's suggestion to sit in wait.

Do not imagine a luxury building, a tall building, or other trinkets. Bimantara in the eyes of Milea is only a two-story building, and even the front of it that serves as his office. Although standing on a fairly large land only in the form of factory buildings in general that are even ordinary. The office is just like an ordinary building even though it is surrounded by glass. There is no elevator there so that people who have interests with the leader must be willing to go up and down the stairs.

Almost half an hour waiting, there was the sound of footsteps coming from the stairs. A middle-aged couple appeared to descend from there with an unreadable look followed by her husband who also showed the same thing. Only one word Milly heard from them. Shane.yes they mentioned the woman's name. Milea's heart burned again.

"Sorry sir, I want to see you." Milly had not yet realized from her daydream, the receptionist had told her husband about her whereabouts. Milly planned to sit there until Rafael went back to his room. His somewhat hidden seat was indeed unattainable from Rafael's sight.

"Darling..are you here?" Rafael approached him with astonishment, not expecting his wife to come to his office. But what was that? The darling? have the calls changed? is it because someone else is there? or out of fear of being discovered and Milly going back mad?

"Nur, meet my wife, Milea. If he comes right away tell him to go up ya." The receptionist Nur greeted nodded respectfully.

"What do you bring? Let's go up." Rafael pulled his wife's fingers, but Milly remained firm.

"Are you sick?" Milly brushed off the delicate hand of Rafa that was about to touch her forehead. Disappointment returned.

"Who are they? Why did you mention the name of that woman?" ask Milly lirih. Rafael tightened his hand link.

"Good first.we talked above." Reply Rafa did not lose lirih. Milly had no choice. The office staff stared at them from behind their respective cubicles. Milly decided to smile broadly at them and clenched her hands together in the chest in tribute. Something that is reciprocated with something beyond his expectations. One by one the staff stood up and did the same thing as he had done. Really, Milea's heart was cold because of it. His smile never faded even though they had disappeared on the last steps until they reached the top floor.

"I brought you lunch." Milly put her lunch box on the table. Rafael kept tightening his grip as if afraid that Milea would walk away from him.

"They're Shane's parents." Milea's body froze. Unknowingly he squeezed out the strong fingers of Rafael who was linked to him. Rafael is still playing behind him. His heart that was sick became injured even though it did not bleed. Just yesterday he opened his heart, only last night they were better, and only this morning he again dared to hope. But now...God wants to take his happiness back.

"I know. Eat it, I must hurry home. Papa needs me." Milea forced herself to smile. He knows.amat know if it has absolutely no place in the heart of the handsome man though can not forget the words Rafael last night.

"Then we go home." Milea pulled Rafa's hand which would take her out until their gazes met. At that time Rafael knew that Milea was injured. His clear eyes implied a deep wound.

"Mas Rafa works only. We'll talk later." Although Milly tried to act ordinary, but Rafael knew his wife was disappointed.

"Why do you do it now? Milly.they came to thank you. Shane's got proper treatment." Rafael locks Milea's movements, hugging her powerful ping to get to her body.

"Shane wasn't in a mental hospital like I explained yesterday. He was in Singapore for chemotherapy. The cancer he suffered was stage four. Its development is very fast due to stress, alcohol and lifestyle. The truth is Shane is just like you said. When doctors diagnosed her with uterine cancer, she ran away from her husband's home because of depression. I took her to the apartment because there was Jose. He asked me to keep everything red until he left. He repeatedly asked for my help so that Jose could be cared for and accepted by Richard and our family so that he could leave in peace." Raphael paused his sentence, justifying the fold of his loving wife's hijab.

"I'm sorry I kept everything a secret from you, Milly. You're too close to Momy. Jose has to get into our family and the only way for that is for me to go. Rich must be my successor because only the children of the family successor are entitled to live in the main house. Dady won't be able to accept Jose if we're still around. Our children will be the successors of the Hutama family because they were born from a legitimate marriage. And Jose.he will only get the mercy of our family because it was born out of wedlock. But I'm happy enough with the path I chose. At least Jose will not lack anything because inevitably dady must accept it.

"Mas.me...."

"I don't have anything Milly has, but I'll try to make you happy." Milea was no longer able to speak. As forcefully as she hugged Rafael tightly, shedding a cry on the chest of her husband's field.

"Milly, no matter what happens to us, trust me like I trust you. Later you'll know if by believing, then you love too."