My best friend, my Husband Teaser
Regretting
If he had to choose, Wildan would definitely choose to return home immediately, and contact his wife. But Melisa asks Wildan to pick herself up at Melisa's place of work.
"I'll go home, change! I'll tell you later, if you want to go home! I'll pick you up." Write Wildan in a chat message for Melisa.
Melisa has not answered him, because she does not hold a cell phone. Still in his locker, if it's working.
Wildan just got home. He immediately parked his car. After that, go straight inside. So stressed, he did not nap*su eat. Even tonight, he hasn't eaten.
"Assalamualaik." Wildan said hello and went straight to his mother. After that, he kissed her hand, and sat down next to her while watching television.
Wildan looked lethargic, he seemed to be leaning his body and head on the back of the sofa. His face looks uninspired.
"Ma, I can't be like this. I feel guilty about Jihan. I love Jihan, and I don't want to lose her" Wildan said.
Wildan didn't realize that when he spoke. There was Bi Sumi who heard the conversation she had with her mother. Making Bi Sumi feel curious about what really happened, with her employer.
"Poor Mother Jihan. Mr. Wildan also looks like he loves Jihan's mother. But, apparently. There's a problem going on. It doesn't look like Mr. Wildan is stressed. Hopefully, all right. Their households are always harmonious" Bi Sumi said in her heart.
He could not linger there for long, to hear his master's conversation with his mother. Because she had to go into the room, Mama Risma knew that there was Bi Sumi. When he looked. Until finally, Mama Risma hardened her words telling Bi Sumi to leave. That made Wildan shocked. She was panicked, afraid that Bi Sumi would complain to Jihan.
"Since when did you teach me to get away from responsibility? As a real man, you have to accept it. You must marry him immediately! Worried, she's pregnant with your child" said the mother.
There is no other way but to accept what happened. Inevitably, Wildan had to marry Melisa, as a form of responsibility. Though it's just a serial wedding, and it covers up her relationship from Jihan.
Now that Wildan was in his room, he went straight into the bathroom to take a shower. Cleaned his sticky body. After that, he then performed the magrib prayer service.
After the prayer, Wildan decided to lay his body on the bed. This problem made him feel uneasy.
Wildan took his cell phone, intending to contact Jihan the wife. Because today he has not contacted his wife at all. Seeing her husband calling her. Jihan looks happy, because the husband finally contacted her. She thought her husband had forgotten her.
"Assalamualaik." Jihan said hello when she first received a phone call from her husband.
"Vaalaikumsalam. What are you again? Sorry, I just got in touch with you now. In the office there is a lot of work. I just got home too. Just got home, so I was able to contact you. When are you home?" Ask Wildan to his wife.
"God willing, tomorrow afternoon I'm home, Mas. Will you pick me up tomorrow? If you can't get it. Let me go home alone. It's all right" said Jihan.
"See tomorrow! I'll be sure tomorrow! You haven't slept?" sahut Wildan's.
"So I slept the most Isya. Yes, tomorrow I'll wait for the news!" Jihan.
Wildan was still laying his body on the bed, he intended to close his eyes. Slowly he fell asleep too. She wants to pick up Melisa at work.
"Oh my God, I beg you! Don't let this matter be known to Jihan. I regret. I'm afraid, if Jihan finds out, and finally ask to separate from me. I don't want to lose him. I promised to be a good husband to him, who wouldn't be tempted by a momentary nap*su" Wildan said. Shortly thereafter, he too fell asleep.