NOT PERPETRATORS
My husband's cell phone is missing

"I met Dimas in the alley. He said ...."

This face is unable to look at Bastian. Cold sweat flooded my body. What will happen to my fate.

"He said you wouldn't let him in? Really it?"

I was shocked to hear his words. My eyes widened to look at Bastian's face.

"Darling, Dimas was my best friend. He was looking for me. He wants to talk to me about which car decision I'm going to make. He cares so much about us. Why don't you understand? Do you hate him so much?"

I looked at him confused. "Mas, I-I"

"Darling .. I'm not mad at you. Excuse me, Mas, who's suddenly furious, huh?" said Bastian while hugging me.

I don't know what's going on, my body temperature is starting to normal. But the dizziness in the head is getting worse. I almost fainted. I think I've been panicking too much.

"The Dimas is my best friend. Can you be a little friendly with him? He has helped us a lot. Appreciate him a little. I don't know why you don't like it. Next time he comes, have Dimas wait on the porch" he said, stroking my head.

"I'm sorry, Mom," I said on his shoulder. Trying to relieve the nervousness that had earlier whack.

I let out a sigh of relief. God still protects me. Although not until when. It's time I had to be tough on that hawk doctor.

"Mass?" I looked up into his eyes. "What did the doctor say about me?"

She smiles. "She said, just now, she knocked on the door. Then you come and open the door. But when you saw Dimas at the door, you just shut the door rude."

I don't know why I suddenly laughed. The doctor can also brag.

"What's so funny?" ask Bastian while kissing my forehead.

"No. The doctor .. should he provoke you?"

"For what?"

"Yes, so you can educate me."

Mas Bastian chuckled at my words. "Not only that. Dimas also said that you didn't like him. You even hate him so much."

I returned laughing. "That's right!"

"More times, you should be a little friendly to her, huh?" said mas Bastian plain. Unsuspecting.

Somehow the perverted doctor lied to Bastian. But to be honest, I admit that perverted doctors are clever. Though annoying. Uh, why am I thinking about it? Oohai, Imania .. what poison has possessed you!

I just smiled looking at Bastian's face. He really believed me. And trust the perverted eagle doctor. Poor husband. I'm sorry I can't take good care of myself, mas?

***

The night is getting late. Arka slept at her grandmother's house. So tonight we sleep alone. The cold entered the body. I moved, taking the blanket from the closet. Because the other blanket I put on Bastian's mas. We usually only wear one blanket. However, the rain that continues to rain on the earth, making the body shiver even more. I went back to sleep too. I covered my body, warm.

"Darling, haven't slept?" bastian asked in between his sleepiness, realizing that I had not fallen asleep.

"Yes, this is going to sleep, Mom."

Mas Bastian suddenly grabbed my body, into his arms. "A cold night."

I returned the favor, hugging Bastian's mas tightly.

Mas Bastian grabbed my face. Then slowly kiss these lips. Slowly he pulled my veil, released it. Mas Bastian is still dipping my lips softly. As he was about to lower his kiss, I suddenly remembered a red trace on the neck.

"Mas!" I'm trying to stop Bastian.

"I miss it, dear." Bastian tried to continue.

"Mas, my head hurts!"

Bastian doesn't care what I say. So I had to stop him, by burrowing his face into his chest. "Mas, I'm dizzy, my head hurts!"

Bastian finally stopped. He raised my face. "All right, sleep." Then kiss my forehead.

I'm sorry Mas? I had to lie. It's for our good. I can't imagine, what if Bastian's mas found red marks on my neck. The doctor always makes trouble. So many times I disappointed Bastian. Making a night that will end beautifully, must be missed without passion.

Mas Bastian continued his sleep. For a moment I looked at his handsome face. When compared to Dimas, Bastian mas is softer, has a sweet smile. Mas Bastian is also not rude, does not like to be pushy.

Different from Dimas. He is rude, pushy, and stubborn. Although it is undeniable, Dimas has a handsome face, cool, and charismatic. But still, he is a perverted doctor!

I'm aghast. Why am I comparing! Oh ... no! I'm getting crazy about it. "Good sleep, my husband." I kissed those lips softly.

***

As always. The next morning I prepared breakfast. Bastian always took time for breakfast. We also ate together, because Arka had not been delivered home.

"Darling?"

"Yes, Mum."

"Your head still hurts?"

I stopped the rice in my mouth. "Ah, it's been a little bit quiet."

"Thank God."

Mas Bastian took a glass of water, then gulped it down. "Dimas will be here to pick me up. I'll ask him to check on you."

"Ohuk!" I choked. My breath is kempis.

"Aren't you okay?" Mas Bastian got up from the dining chair, then thrust a glass of water at me. "Drink!"

I drank that water. Slowly breath out. "Uhuk! Uhuk!" Like something stuck in the esophagus. Or in my chest cavity. I kept coughing.

The sound of cars parked in the yard. It must be the eagle doctor.

"Ohuk!"

"Honey, Dimas seems to be coming. Let him check on you, okay?"

"Don't! No need! I'm fine!"

Mas Bastian stepped outside, seeing the eagle doctor.

"Mas!" I stopped his steps. But Bastian ignored my call.

I went to the room. Locking tightly the room door. I don't know what's in my head. Fear of coming face to face and meeting him. That's all I thought.

Crews! The sound of my door handle touched people.

"Uhuk! Who?" I asked who was sitting in bed.

"It's me, honey?" The voice of Bastian.

"What's up, Mom?"

"Why locked? You're okay, right?"

"I'm okay, Mom? Uhuk!" I tried to hold back the tightness that was bothering my breath.

"How, Bas? Your wife won't be checked?" Someone's familiar voice.

My heart suddenly beats. I don't want to feel face to face with him. My husband is completely innocent, considering Dimas a best friend. So stupid.

"Darling? Open door!" bastian's orders.

"I'm okay, Mom? Be calm. Uhuk!" Oh my God .. My chest hurts a little.

"Already, Bas. Maybe he's okay."

"But last night, my wife suddenly had a headache, Di."

I heard their conversation behind the door.

"Your wife has a headache?" The sound of that perverted eagle doctor. "Did he rain yesterday?"

"Darling, did you get rained on yesterday?" ask Bastian.

For a moment I thought. I have to answer yes or no. "Ah, I .. no, Mas," I replied.

"But last night he had a headache."

There was the eagle doctor's little laugh. "Maybe your wife is just exhausted, ha-ha!"

My face flushed red, holding back anger, between annoyance and anger. Somehow the eagle doctor's reaction. There must be a sense of victory in his heart. We managed to disrupt our beautiful night.

"That's it. He might be okay." The doctor's voice again.

"I'm leaving, honey?"

"Uhuk! Yes, Mas. Careful."

"Your wife is funny, huh?"

"so. She's shy, Di."

Their voices slowly disappeared. The sound of the black car was also heard passing from the courtyard of the house.

I heard the ringing of Bastian's mobile phone. I soon realized something. Must be Bastian's mobile phone left behind. Oh, geez! I'll be out of the room immediately. Find the source of the sound.

The sound came from the dining table. And .. right. Bastian's mobile phone is on the dining table.

I will get that phone soon. "Well, shut off!" muttered.

Ringing stopped. I looked at the phone screen. A name is on the phone screen. 'Abel' the caller's name. Early in the morning, there was already a call coming in from someone whose name must be a woman. There was a strange feeling sneaking through my mind. Is that Bastian's office mate?

I feel curious. Because never once checked the cell phone owned by Bastian. I always believed him. After all, all this time, there were no strange and suspicious things with Bastian's behavior. I don't want to be prejudiced against him either. I've always been convinced that Bastian's a loyal guy. So, why would I suspect. After all, we've promised to trust each other.

I pared my curious intentions. I intend to visit his office, to give the phone. Because it must be important. Without a second thought, I grabbed the bag and rushed to lock the door, to deliver the phone.

When the foot was about to leave the terrace, suddenly the phone rang again. This heart is a dilemma between lifting a call from the number named 'Abel', or not. I'm afraid it's disrespectful. After all, without the permission of Bastian mas, isn't that not good? A few minutes later the call stopped. However, a few moments of silence rang again.

I let out a breath. I better just pick it up. I attached my index finger to press the 'answer' button'.

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