
The day had changed, without realizing it was the last day they were on the island and returned again to continue the work that had long been left behind.
During these days, Joe is the one who handles all the work Arga left behind, making Joe have to extra divide his time between the work of the boss and his own work.
Joe who is still in front of his foldable iPad and struggling with the files that so much piled up because this is the work that was delayed and left, starting from their work visit to the Italian State, lost Tasha, he said, take the boss's wife and lastly look for the whereabouts of the Sonya so that all Arga's work and also his work that must be backed up both jobs.
Plus Erina the secretary of her boss who has been fired, so she also has to open a job vacancy and interview her own for the letter from Arga.
Although how the work that Arga gave him was too heavy and drained his energy, but Joe never complained and faithfully he still carried out the orders of the superior.
"Okay sir" the short call he received from Arga through his cellular object.
Arga, who was on his way home, now told him to pick up Mr and Mrs Arga at the airport.
Very understanding with the boss, Joe without waiting for a long time to close his work and folding objects to the bassement where his car is parked in the office. This was indeed the schedule of Arga's return, but because of the density of his work, so he forgot that Arga was now in the airport.
Not too long ago the journey taken by Joe to the airport, now Arga and Tasha have now been in the car driven by Joe's assistant from her husband. Tasha's eyes circulated towards the streets they passed by, this was the new atmosphere she saw.
"Mas, why haven't I been in this town for a few weeks now, all the dratis have turned out like this?" tasha said as she traced her gaze from the window of the car.
Arga was just silent, those who were sitting alone in the passenger seat behind Joe, now he brought his wife's head leaning against his shoulder and his hand stroking his wife's hair.
Tasha was increasingly convinced, this was not the road they used to pass, even the ordinary buildings she saw were very much different.
"Mas, where's Joe taking us?" tasha whispered to Arga who was beside him and his hand that remained in his grasp.
"Mas also doesn't know where this kid took us. Just follow it, mas also fed up with him maybe he feels here he is now the boss" Arga replied while pitched softly in Tasha's ear.
"Hemmm should be like that. He's more suited to be the boss than the mas" ledek Tasha who wants to tease the husband.
"She won't be able to match my dear, because your husband is unbeatable from anyone"
"Mas wrong, a boss would not be as successful now without his assistant's help"
"Yes that's right. But you who do not know dear, a subordinate will not be able to stand without a talented leader and successfully educate his subordinates until what they are today"
Tasha sniffed her shoulders, she already felt very tired in her journey today. While in the iron fleet that brought her home, Tasha who could not sleep plus had to wait for the arrival of Joe who drained her energy and now her drowsiness had attacked her.
The head that had been resting was on Arga's boat, without waiting for a long time her eyes immediately closed in her husband's embrace.
*
The body that had stretched her body from sleep, now Tasha's eyes set their eyes on Arga who had also fallen asleep beside her who was still hugging her body.
In a king-size bed that was in the room and the room was wider, diverting his neutrality to every corner of the room that was unfamiliar to him.
"Welcome home dear" kiss Arga who suddenly also woke up from his sleep because of the movement of Tasha.
Tasha gasped with Arga's words. He was dreaming because he was too tired.
Tasha felt every bit of her body and Arga's body did not forget she also landed a pinch on herself.
"Oohhh" cried Tasha.
"You're sick, baby. Innocent bodies like this are pinched" grumbled Arga who saw the behavior of Tasha like a boy is still the same as it used to be a call that he pinned on Tasha when their first marriage.
"Repry the mas. Our home? The apartment where we live may be. You re-thought it?"
"This is Joe's house, he says he feels sorry for you having to stay in an apartment, baby. And now he chose you as his boss over me. Tomorrow dear who is his salary yes, mas want to replace female assistants only" said Arga lying to Tasha.
Tasha raised her lips looking at Arga. "Try you to change the female assistant, let me break her neck if that happens." Cynic Tasha
Somehow when Arga just pronounce other women that are not necessarily the case, has removed his mood to continue their conversation.
"You jealous baby?"
"Gak" Tasha's short answer to her jealousy.
"Yeah, an assistant gave a mansion to his boss' wife. Is she interested in me, huh?" Tasha doesn't want to talk about other women anymore and goes back to Joe.
"The woman of the night is more challenged for him than a good woman like you dear" Arga pulls Tasha's nose, which still circulates her gaze in the room.
"Hemm she never dated, huh mas?"
"Mas does not know and mas also does not want to take care of the personal affairs of someone who has nothing to do with mas. Let it be his business" said Arga who had taken something at the nightstand beside where he was lying.
"What is this mas? Don't tell me this is our divorce papers? I haven't conceived your child yet, so I haven't had a shield to drain all your wealth" A map that Arga has extended to her.
Tasha, who had been curious about a map that Arga had given her, no longer paid any heed to Arga who might have replied to her chatter.
A letter written in his words was understood by Tasha. Maniknya. "What surprise is this?" his murmur looked back at Arga who had risen from his bed.
Tasha did not expect an elite housekeeper that they now had for their current residence.
"You likey?"
"Which woman does not like the gift of her husband who treats her woman so special dear. Moreover, my name is written in the letter as the owner. Ahhh this is a gift of love" Tasha cheeks Arga kiss in front of it.