Night Destiny
She's My Wife

Azka had just set foot in the office. Of course, there are many pairs of eyes that pay attention to the handsome man. After the vital news about the failure of Azka and Salwa's marriage. The news of his marriage to Salsa also just disappeared. Until they thought Azka was still single and not married. Azka is back in the limelight. Charismatic aura attached to the self of Azka makes the women so adoring.

Especially since coming, a smile is always engraved on the boss's lips. It certainly makes women more fascinated. With a definite step, Azka entered her room.

"Good day, sir. Glad to see you're back in the office" said Alvin

Azka looked at him sharply, "You insinuating me for coming in the afternoon? It's still nine o'clock!."

Alvin smiled slightly, "Heheh, not so Boss. Just the tumben you came late."

Azka smiled, making Alvin frown. What's with this boss?

"Are you okay, Boss?."

Azka looked back at her assistant, "Of course it's fine. It's back to work!."

Alvin returned to his seat. He returned to his duties.

"What about our hotel in G. Is there a problem?."

"Everything's good, boss. I'll be reviewing the project next week. You want to go check it out?."

Given the wife still can not be invited to play, Azka was reluctant to participate in reviewing the project. "You're the one who left. I'll review it after 80% construction is complete."

"Good Boss."

Azka continued her work. The mood is good. So he was so excited today.

While at home, Salsa was cooking lunch to take her to her husband's office. According to Mother Gita's orders, Salsa will deliver lunch for Azka to the office.

"It's ripe?" asked Gita to her daughter-in-law. He looked excited because only this time someone accompanied him to cook. Gita wants to have a daughter.

"Mother try first, right?," The middle-aged woman took a spoon and tasted her daughter-in-law's cooking.

"Em, that's delicious. It feels good too. Azka must have loved it! You're so good at cooking!."

"Mother could have been. I only often accompany Our Lady to cook. Mother was too complimentary."

"Mother is honest. Cuisine's great. People say, wife's cooking will make the husband more in love. Mommy is sure, Azka will love you more and more. It's beautiful, it's smart to cook!."

"Mother overreacting," Salsa smiled. "Don't forget about Mother too. I deliberately cooked a lot so that Mother can also take it home."

"Without your asking, Mother also wants to take it home. Dad and Saga must love your cooking. When - when, stay at home. Mommy wants to cook with you again. Duh, Mother always wanted a daughter. Uh, now it's been loved."

Salsa smiled again, she put her lunch menu into the lunchbox. Don't forget about her in-laws, too.

"Are you ready?."

"Nun!."

"Yes already. You get ready. Let Mommy and Bi Sari do this!."

Gita came home after everything was done. Salsa rushed to the bathroom to clean up. She wears a knee-length pink dress that fits perfectly with her white skin. Do not forget the natural thin makeup that makes it look more beautiful.

Salsa was driving her in-laws to her husband's office. The journey is only 45 minutes. Now the car that drove her had arrived at the multi-storey building where her husband was making a living.

Salsa stepped towards the receptionist, her face instantly becoming the center of attention. Salsa is indeed beautiful, besides that she is also very graceful.

"Good day, I want to meet Mr. Azka."

"Is there an appointment?."

"Not yet."

"Then you can't meet our superiors!."

Salsa was silent for a moment. He pulls out his phone and calls Azka but doesn't. Appointed.

"Sir, can you please tell me where Mr Azka's room is?."

The receptionist looked at Salsa dislikefully. "Sir, you know the meaning of my words. If there are no appointments, you can't meet. Don't ngeyel!."

"But-mbak-!."

"Satpam!!," the receptionist called the security guard who went straight to the reception desk.

"What is this?" asked Azka when she heard the commotion. Salsa turned and looked at her husband.

"Mas."

Azka approached his wife, staring at the receptionist and the security guard who was already there.

"You're coming?" Salsa smiled and nodded, "I brought you lunch. Mother said, you often forget to eat when you work!."

Azka smiled gently at his wife. Then looked at the receptionist and the handsome security guard down. "What's the matter until you call the security guard?."

The receptionist seemed to be still down, his body slightly shaking.

"Why shut up, answer!!."

"Mas, stop. There's nothing. Just misunderstand me!" said Salsa.

"I'm asking you. Why are you calling the security guard?."

"That's because this lady insisted on wanting to meet you when she had no appointment!."

Akza's jaw hardened, "So you want to kick him out?!."

The receptionist nodded in fear, "You know who he is?!! She's my wife. How dare you throw him out. You are fired!!."