My Husband Doesn't belong to Me
Chapter 45

A brief introduction occurred, and some of the employees who had met and known me were shocked to learn of this fact. After that, we continued our work. It didn't feel like it was starting the afternoon and the work was done. I decided to prepare to go home. Haus. . . Haus. . . Haus. . . "Get in," I said.

Kolkata. . .

"Good afternoon Mom, sorry. It's good for Mom to go home using the back door, because at this time Mr. Tio is waiting for Mom in the Lobby," said Dian gave information that made me surprised and I can only sigh.

"Well what else is he here for? You tell the security guards to throw him out, or tell him I didn't come in today. I really don't want to see him first" lamented I was sad.

"So from that, I suggest you go home through the back door, the office driver is also waiting at the back door" said Dian.

"okay! Thank you very much Dian! Then I go home. You go home too! It's late afternoon, oh. . . Aye! Don't let anyone tell Mr. Tio who I really am" I said, rushing home.

"Sama-sama, I'm calm. All employees have been asked not to inform anyone about Mom, insyaAllah everything is safe" said Dian who followed me from behind.

"Good then, oh yes! Tomorrow my schedule is not tight?" I said I was in the elevator with Dian.

"For tomorrow at 10:00 monthly meeting with the division head and after lunch the schedule to review the location of the Mutiara Apartment construction," said Dian who was explaining my schedule tomorrow.

"Tomorrow after reviewing the location, please clear the schedule! I may not be back at the office!" I said while heading to the car.

"Okay, ma'am, is there more?" ask Dian.

"Nothing, I'm first yeah. Assalamualaikum," I said goodbye.

"Be careful on the road Bu, wa'alaikum greetings," said Dian.

All the way home, I stared at the crowded street in a vehicle and I accidentally saw someone I knew was joking with street children at a red light.

"Disclaim him there? Didn't he move abroad?" I murmured in wonder.

"Young! Why am I also a kepo! That's his business" I murmured while shaking my head.

"Yes Ma'am?" ask driver.

"Eh. . . No sir," I said.

"I thought you called me" said the driver.

"Oh yes sir! Near here there are those who sell Acehnese noodles, no sir? But the five-footed, not in the restaurant," said I who suddenly wanted Aceh noodles.

"Aceh noodles? Not wrong, ma'am?" ask the driver.

"Yes Aceh noodles, why?" ask me back.

"Sorry Ma'am, isn't it that I didn't like Aceh noodles before? He said it felt strange on Mom's tongue," said the driver who had been working as my personal driver since the beginning of the company's establishment.

"Yes yes sir! I was also confused, suddenly wanted to eat Aceh Noodles. It's delicious, especially the fruitful ones. Ikh! I'm drooling, sir!" said I imagine how good Aceh noodles are, to swallow his own saliva think about it.

"Yes patient, ma'am, it's jammed, '" said the driver.

"Find the near, sir, but it's nice and clean" I reminded.

Before long we arrived at the place to sell the nearest Aceh noodles. I ordered a lot of food and didn't forget to order for my driver.

"Good fun" said the waiter, serving my order.

"Thank you Ma'am" said I who can't wait to eat Aceh noodles and martabaknya.

I ate so voraciously that I didn't realize someone was watching and approaching me.

"What's up?" I asked in wonder, and then raised my head to see who was next to me.

Deg. . .

"Hi . ." said the man, then sat down and before long he scrunched his forehead.

"Since when do you like Aceh noodles?" ask him wonder.

"Since today!" said I was ketus.

"It's so weird! Like a man cravings! Eating, food that is not liked," he said origin, but enough to make me speechless and remember when my monthly guest schedule.

Deg. . .

"Should my mid-month come month, it's the end of the month but it hasn't come yet?" I said in my heart, as soon as I became anxious.

"Hey. . ." call her, while shaking my shoulder.

"Cn. . . Sorry I was daydreaming, what were you talking about?" ask me again, who did not listen to the man's words.

"Forget over!" said annoyed.

"But angry, the old man should not be angry," I said cynically.

"What's? The old? Who are you saying old, huh!" said angry.

"Yes, Adam, who else is trying!" I said cynically, to the man in front of me who was none other than Bang Adam, my cousin from the Papa family.

"Based on the widow, your mouth is! Need duct tape!" bang Adam was upset.

"Young! Because of Kak Niko, I am called a widow candidate! Tap the hammer, change your name. WIDOW!" bang Adam said as good as he could and pelted me with the crackers in front of me.

"Nyebelin really! That brother is 11 12 with Sister Niko! It was so good to bully me!" said I was upset, while still eating Aceh noodles.

"Haha. . . After all, you are only a descendant of women in our family, so it is worth being bullied" said Bang Adam cengegesan.

"Udah knows I am the most beautiful in the descendants of Hutama, it should be guarded, dear, given whatever I want. It's still being bullied! Basic Brother has no morals," said I ketus.

"That's great lebay! Eh this crazy is really all over?" bang Adam was surprised.

"Yes! Why?" said I was ketus.

"How many days have you not eaten? Just crazy about this! Two servings of Aceh noodles and one martabak, run out on your own! Is that a stomach or rubber?" said Bang Adam who was still surprised, but I was indifferent and prepared to go home.

"Emang why? Trouble for you? I want to go home, assalamualaikum," I said goodbye as I walked to the exit.

"Don't forget to get paid!" I shouted while making Bang Adam surprised.

"Mba, my food was paid for by that man! He was sitting at the table I was sitting at." I said, pointing to Bang Adam.

"Good, Mom. Thank you," said the waiter kindly, then went to face Bang Adam.

"Sama-sama," I said as I relaxed and satisfied with a smile. I've already taken revenge on Bang Adam.

"Haha... Exciting me I'm jahili him!" I muttered while laughing.

"Come, Sir! We go home" I told the driver and we continued our journey to Mama's house.