Not my Choice Husband
44. Follow someone

"Is Miss better?" ask Rahmat while preparing cutlery for nonanya.

"I mean, Mr Grace?" nira asked confusedly, because she was not sick at all. But why does Rahmat seem to be worried about him.

"Said Mr Arka, Miss is not feeling well?" continued Mr. Rahmat.

"Oh, yes. It's quiet, sir." replied Nira with a stiff smile. Now he knows, it turns out Arka lied to Rahmat sir. And what pissed him off, Arka said that he wasn't feeling well. Did the man indirectly pray for her to be in real pain, he thought.

"Please eat, Miss." Mr. Grace invited Nira to eat.

"Yes, sir."

After Nira finished her meal, Rahmat returned to her. "Miss, this morning Mr. Arka did not have time for breakfast. He rushed to the office because of bad luck." explained Mr. Rahmat.

"Then?"

"Wouldn't Miss deliver lunch to Mister? It must be that he has not eaten anything up until now." replied Mr. Grace considering his workaholic master and always put aside to fill his stomach.

Nira was silent while thinking. "alright. Please prepare your lunch. I'll drive him." said Nira. It's good to fill the gap. She could go out even if it was just lunch for her husband.

Pak Rahmat handed a paper bag containing lunch for Arka to Nira who was fiddling with her phone. "Here, Miss."

"Ok, Sir. I'm leaving." said Nira and delivered to the front by Rahmat sir.

"Miss..!" call Mr. Grace when he sees the nonanya actually walk not towards the car garage, but rather towards the exit gate.

"The car is ready there, Miss" said Mr. Grace, pointing to the garage. "Why did Miss come here?" ask mr. Ramat.

Nira breathed rough. "Sir, it's almost lunchtime. And of course the road is a bit jammed. It's too late for me to arrive at Arka's company." replied Nira. "So, the solution is?" Nira pointed to the online motorcycle taxi driver who was on standby waiting for him.

"Ta, but, Miss." Mr. Grace was left speechless when her nona was about to ride an online motorcycle taxi. Pak Rahmat can only look at the motorbike that was boarded by the motorcycle taximan and also the nonanya until it is not seen again.

"Miss, why are you so reckless? Surely I will be scolded by Mr. Arka." said Mr. Grace then walked into the house.

It's true Nira's guess that the road is a bit jammed. Even though he is from the group of people, in fact he does not mind the amount of dust and vehicle fumes that might make his skin dull. Nira even looks excited and occasionally he stretches both hands.

"It turns out nice to ride the motorcycle too" he said, because only this time he was riding a motorcycle taxi. His eyes narrowed as a car overtaken him. The car he still memorized his license plate number, the car he used to ride several times and the car he followed a few days ago.

"Sir, Sir." Nira patted the shoulder of the taxi driver. "We follow that car, yeah!" nira orders while pointing at the car that is now not far in front of him.

"Ready, Ma'am." replied mas-mas ojeknya.

Nira held on tightly as her ojek mas added speed. No matter how long the motorbike he was riding stopped on the side of the road.

"Where's that car?" asked Nira while looking for her in all directions. After a busy search, his eyes were fixed on the car parked in front of a restaurant. He then went down and did not forget to pay the online motorcycle taxi that had struggled to pursue his target.

"Thank you, sir." said Nira then rushed to the restaurant. But just arriving in front of the restaurant, his steps came to a halt. It turned out that the restaurant was a place full of memories for her. Nira grew curious as to what the two people were doing inside. Rather than being curious and guessing at herself, Nira decided to enter.

After being inside, Nira circulated her gaze throughout the room. "Where are they?" tanyakanya. His eyes immediately looked at the two people who were sitting side by side and looked very friendly. He also saw that the man kissed the back of his hand several times. With hesitation, Nira stepped towards the table that was at the very corner.