My Cold Husband Is Gentleman's

My Cold Husband Is Gentleman's
9. SURPRISE


"Hallo" said Keylin as he opened his door.


Silence, no answer.


All he found was the greeting of the wind passing through him and the dim voice that greeted his arrival.


He stepped his feet into his house and circulated his gaze toward all corners of his living room that looked very quiet.


Blank.


There's no one there. Only her husband's laptop was lying on the table.


Keylin wondered why his house was so quiet. There should be her husband at home considering that today is her husband's holiday.


Given tipekal Akbar who likes to cheat with his laptop, of course the man will not go out of the house even on his day off. So how is it possible if her husband went out of the house even on his holiday though.


"Hn so where exactly is Mas Akbar?" muttered Keylin while pulling his suitcases and put them in the room.


Keylin stared at the mattress inside his room, looking a little messy like someone had just occupied it.


He opened his phone, then saw if there was a message coming from his phone or not. But apparently none of the messages entered his phone.


She frowned as she wondered why no message had come from her husband?


Because usually her husband will tell her if the man will go anywhere.


Although Akbar looks like a very cute guy. But her husband always told her if she wanted to go somewhere.


"Something seems strange."


Feeling that something was awkward, Keylin tried to remember if there was something wrong with his homecoming schedule.


Suddenly he remembered that he should have come home late tonight. But his return was advanced because the project was completed early. It is fitting that she did not find the nose of her husband earlier.


"Eh but wait-" Keylin scrunched his forehead.


"Is today not Saturday? And shouldn't Mas Akbar be on holiday on Saturday? Where is Mas Akbar?" ask Keylin himself.


Keylin did not bother with the question that popped into her pretty head. Maybe her husband was having an impromptu meeting so he wasn't home.


He rushed to the kitchen to make dinner. Given that it has now been shown at half-time at 7pm and it has entered the dinner hour, he also took the initiative to make a surprise for his brother's husband over his return.


Keylin spread his gaze throughout the kitchen. She did not find any trash or dishwashing that had accumulated due to her husband.


Beyond his expectations. It turned out that her husband was quite diligent as a grown man.


He thinks Akbar is a man who can only work and continue to make money, without knowing how to take care of the house. And it turns out that the unexpected turns out that her husband is a man who has been dream-quenched for women.


"It turns out cold people like Mas Akbar, are very surprising!" he smiled cheerfully as he started cooking.


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Akbar runs his shopping trolley from stand to stand. He was looking for ingredients to go home later, he could cook for his wife.


After being finished in his shopping, now he went to the cashier to pay for his total expenses.


Inadvertently his gaze met the woman but Akbar immediately severed his eye contact with the woman because he felt uncomfortable being noticed like that.


Akbar walked out of the supermarket after paying for his groceries. He glanced at the circular clock in his hand which now showed at half-eight o'clock


"Still long" inwardly.


Akbar recalled when Keylin said that his wife would arrive in Jakarta at half-time. He decided to make dinner for his wife.


Perhaps as a welcome to the birth of his sweet wife.


"Sir"


Akbar gasped at the sound. He turned his body towards the source of the voice that greeted him.


"This is Mr Saputra right?“


Akbar raised one eyebrow while watching the woman before him at this moment.


"Isn't this the woman next to me?" ask in the heart.


"Yes, who are you sorry?" akbar said politely.


"I'm Viennese sir, head of HRD at our company" he said, extending his hand.


"Ohh then what's the need for Miss Vienna?" akbar replied formally while replying to Vienna's hand office.


"Ohh no Sir I just made sure that it was Mr or someone else" Vienna said with a charming smile.


Indeed, if you look at Vienna is a very graceful and very sweet female figure. In addition to her graceful demeanor, her face was also very sweet. It is ideal for a woman. Making anyone who glanced at him would definitely instantly fall for him at first sight, except for the man who was like Akbar.


"Ohh then I go home first Ma'am. Excuse me" Akbar said politely.


"Em sir, you have no time? Can we have dinner together? There is something I want to ask you about" said Vienna with eyes filled with hope.


"sorry. Tonight I can't come with you, maybe tomorrow morning at lunch I can. Sorry, because tonight I'm waiting for My Wife to come home" Akbar refused subtly and unconsciously a small smile rose on Akbar's lips when he remembered that his little wife would be home soon.


He could not wait for Keylin's return with a bunch of styles and ways to fill his day with various colors.


"Ohh, that's okay, sir. Thank you for interrupting the time" said Vienna awkwardly.


He felt bad after hearing the news that Akbar had a wife.


Although he had heard the news that his boss was married, but he still did not believe the news. Given that his boss never brought women into his office for him it was enough to prove that his boss was still a cool singles who sold.


And his awkwardness increased when he saw the smile that rose on his boss's face, when the man was mentioning his wife's name.


What a shocking fact, right? He could see his boss smiling. A very sincere and tender smile that he had never seen. If you look at it, everyone must have known that his boss loved his wife very much. Very clear from the gaze and sincere smile of his boss.


Ahh seems like he must retreat, because it feels like he has lost far from his boss' wife. Staying away was the right choice he had to make right now.


Yes, it seems like the right choice. He said in his heart and began to leave the supermarket.


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