My Imam, Surgaku
(24). Azalea's jealousy.

The sound of typing a keyboard that is mutually unpretentious sounds like the sound of a song instrument. Some employees are seen focusing on a computer monitor that displays a line of word-for-word. There are also some of them who focus on the iPad in their hands. Spilling all creativity and imagination into the form of clothing design.

"Azalea, you called Mr. Husain into his room,"

Zahra's voice took over Azalea's focus on her dress design. Looking to the side where Zahra had just been sitting leaning back in her work chair.

"Well?" azalea was confused.

"Don't know yet. Last time I did file, Mr. Husain told me to tell you to come to his room. There are important things that Mr. Husain wants to talk about,"

"OK deh. Thank you, yes,"

"Okay same - same,"

Azalea hurried to leave her real work almost done. Stepping out of the room to meet her superior who is also her husband.

Before really entering into the room Husain, Azalea first cross paths with Riyana whose work desk is right in front of the room Husain.

"Excuse me, Ms Riyana" Azalea said politely.

"Wait!"

"Why, Ma'am?" azalea was confused.

"If anyone wants to talk to Mr. Husain, it can be through me. It's afraid Mr. Husain is busy,"

"Sorry Mommy, it doesn't seem necessary. Because Mr. Husain himself told me to come straight to his room. So can I let me in?" azalea tried to maintain her modesty.

"But-"

"If Mbak does not believe, Mbak can immediately ask Mr. Husain,"

Riyana did not answer Azalea's words. The door to Husain's room was opened from the inside. Featuring the figure of Husain standing in front of the door with a flat face.

"Sorry sir, if you are disturbed. I have spoken to Ms. Azalea to leave a message to me, for fear of disturbing you. But Mbak Azalea still insisted on wanting to enter the room Father," explained Riyana softly.

Husain glanced at Riyana who was smiling sweetly at him. Too lazy to serve his secretary who lately has begun to blatantly show his joy.

"Let's go in" Husain asked Azalea and ignored Riyana's presence among them.

Azalea nodded slowly. Before that, the woman turned her head for a while towards Riyana who was silent stiff in place.

"Now the mother believes, right? Believe dong for sure, it was Mr. Husain himself who immediately told me to enter in front of Mbak. Then, excuse me to enter the room Mr. Husain first, Ma'am." said Azalea a little insinuated.

The door of Husain's room was closed slightly hard by Azalea. Her face was suddenly sour considering how irritating her husband's secretary was.

"Can I help you, sir?" asked Azalea.

Husayn did not answer Azalea's question. The man just kept silent while staring intimidatingly at Azalea who was standing casually before him.

"Come here."

"Yes?"

"I say, come here, love."

Although a little confused, Azalea still obeyed Husain's words by walking closer to the man. When the distance between the two was near, Husayn immediately drew Azalea's hand and sat her on her lap.

"I'm dizzy again. You have to sit on my lap. Let your brain not mumble,"

"Stay I must work" Azalea protested.

"Gini deh, as long as Abang ngerjain task Abang, you also know your duty. But his position remains gini. Let brother get his morale up, okay, love?" husain said while poking Azalea's chin.

"But, Aza didn't bring an iPad,"

"Nih use iPad Abang" said Husain while giving his iPad to Azalea.

"OK on,"

Inevitably, Azalea sat on Husayn's lap. For quite a while both of them were in this kind of intimate position. Even not infrequently Azalea asked if Husain felt soreness in the thigh area because it took too long to hold him, but firmly Husain replied that he did not feel sore at all.

"That brother is not numb, dear," said Husain.

Azalea nodded.

"How much longer should you sit on your lap?" ask Azalea.

"Don't know, another half an hour is possible" Husain replied lightly. From now on, the man remained focused on doing his work even while answering the question that Azalea asked.

In the middle of the pair's obrolah, suddenly the door of Husain's room opened. Azalea immediately stood up from her seat. Even Azalea spontaneously showed the results of her design to Husain.

"How, Sir? According to the Father, the design is fit?"

Husain raised his eyebrows. Staring amusedly at his wife who was acting in front of his secretary who had just entered without permission.

"good. Your design is always good and fits my taste" Husain replied seriously. The man shifted the screen of Azalea's iPad as if he was assessing the work of one of his employees.

"Sorry, sir, I want to deliver coffee for you" Riyana said after putting a cup of coffee on Husain's table.

The two of their views shifted towards Riyana who was still loyal to stand in front of Husain.

"Can you not come in if you knock on the door first? This is your office, not your private home!" sindir Husayn.

"Sorry, sir," she said slowly.

"Other times if you want to enter my room, you have to knock on the door first. Once again you are being disrespectful like this, I will not hesitate to fire you," Husain said without mercy.

"Well, sir," Riyana was stiff in place. Not daring to look at Husain's face that looked so angry.

"Now you're out!" Husain's orders.

Riyana nodded, the girl walked out with her face down. While Azalea who saw him felt a little satisfied. Honestly, Azalea felt heartache over Riyana's treatment just a moment ago.

"Aza does not like secretaries, brother" said Azalea to the point.

Husain frowned. Staring puzzledly at Azalea who also stared at him.

During the marriage, this was the first time Husayn heard Azalea say such a thing.

"Why not like it?" ask Husain.

"He likes you" Azalea said firmly.

"Where do you know, baby?" ask Husain. The man still let Azalea take out all the female speculations towards her secretary.

"Abang, Aza is a girl. So Aza knows how the body language of women who like men the same. And all those features are in Riyana,"

"OKAY. But if you don't, you fall for slander, baby,"

Azalea's eyes squinted towards Husain.

"Don't believe it, Aza?" accusations angry.

Husain sighed softly. His wife is jealous now. And it could have triggered a quarrel between them if Husain had just mispronounced a little.

"Don't believe in you. But we need physical evidence dear, so that the fall is not slanderous." explained Husain who began to walk towards Azalea standing.

Azalea's face was flushed. It was obvious that the woman was angry and jealous.

"Dear,"

Husain Azalea's gentle call ignored. The woman was still busy regulating the jealousy that had taken hold of her body.

"Well, you like to be jealous. That's a sign you love your brother and are afraid of losing your brother. But the jealousy shouldn't be excessive, dear. Fear will even become slander." advice Husain while bringing Azalea into his arms.

"The promise will not be tempted by Riyana right?" azalea said as she looked up at Husain's shady netra.

"Promise dear. My brother has promised in front of Allah, the angels, your father and all the witnesses that my brother will be faithful to you until Jannah Allah, so I will not be able to deny him" Husain said.

Loyalty is hard and not as easy as falling in love. People can fall in love anytime and anywhere. But not everyone can maintain the love they currently have.

- to be continued -