Not the Perfect Wife
314. S2 - A letter
Azan dawn reverberated, awakening the Muslims to immediately perform his duties. Khairi squirmed her body and felt the bed on the right side. However, it turned out to be empty. He remembered that last night he was still hugging the woman.
The man recalled their conversation last night, making him wake up instantly. Khairi got out of bed trying to find the whereabouts of the wife. The bathroom, it was empty. He switched to opening the closet, only a few were reduced.
Is Afrin probably gone? Did he just bring a little shirt? There are still many clothes that his wife did not bring when he left. Questions were lodged in his head.
Khairi immediately got out of the room and ran down the stairs to find out where the wife was. The man went to the kitchen, maybe Afrin was still there to cook. However, there were only Asih Bik there.
"Sir, how can I help you?" ask Bik Asih.
"Bik, where's my wife?" ask Khairi without answering Bik Asih's question.
"Non Afrin is gone, sir. Non Afrin said it was a farewell!"
"Yes, it was last night, Bik. I didn't wake up. Has it been a long time? Who's he going to be?"
"Sopir Mr. Emran who picked him up earlier, about an hour ago," replied Bik Asih as he looked at the lethargic face of his master.
Khairi bowed lethargic. Will he obey his wife's desire not to come to his father-in-law's house. However, the man could not help it. Now Khairi wants to meet!
Bik Sari looked at her master. Before leaving, Afrin said goodbye to him, his employer gave a note of what should be done to serve Khairi's needs.
"Sir, would you like to catch up with Non Afrin?" ask Bik Asih.
The man paused for a moment, thinking about the idea given by his ART. However, he finally had to shake his head. Khairi does not want his sentence to increase. Judging from Afrin's serious face, it was certain that the woman was not joking.
"I go to the room first, Bik," said Khairi. "Babies don't have to cook, I just eat at the office."
Without seeing his interlocutor, the man went towards his room which was on the second floor. Bik Asih just stared at his departure in silence. He also did not understand why his master was separated, even if only temporarily.
Afrin told Bik Asih that she and her husband had to split up for a while. They must calm themselves. Honestly the middle-aged woman did not understand at all. However, Bik Asih could not say anything.
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"Are you tired of working here, huh! If you are bored, you can send me your resignation letter!' shouted a company boss. Who else if not Khairi.
One week has passed. Not all is well for Khairi. Every night he could not sleep if he did not hug his unwashed clothes. The man deliberately forbade Bik Asih to wash it. The middle-aged woman understood and obeyed him.
"No, Mister. I will try to revise it" said a manager with trembling hands.
"Revisions, revisions, and revisions. Do you give any other reason than that?"
Everyone in the meeting room seemed to be shaking. Though their work is very good and satisfying, but for Khairi there are still less. It was not his job, but his heart.
The man's body was indeed in the company, but his heart and mind went to think of his wife's whereabouts. Every time after work, Khairi stopped in front of his father-in-law's house, hoping to see his wife.
"Can be dissolved, we continue the meeting after you've finished the revision,"Sela Ivan. The man had heard what had happened to his boss and his best friend knew.
Ivan coded everyone, who followed the meeting to leave the room immediately. Khairi cusses Ivan. But the secretary did not care. There was much more that the man could do besides scold the innocent.
"Hey! Why did you disperse the meeting today?"ask Khairi with a shout.
"Sorry, sir, but all their work has been done with pretty good results. You'd better think for a moment to think of the heart, you."
Khairi admitted that he had been very outrageous, but only in them the man could vent his emotions. He misses his wife, he misses her. It's only been a week, how does Khairi go through the next six months?
Silence filled the room that was previously filled with flames of anger. He just wanted to be able to bring out what was stuck in his throat.
"Van, how is he doing now? I miss him so much. Does he not miss me?" ask Khairi with teary eyes. He immediately turned his gaze the other way so that Ivan would not see.
"I don't know what happened to you and Non Afrin, but I can see your love is equally great. Non Afrin doing all this must have had a purpose. He is still young, but his thinking is much more mature" said Ivan.
"Yes, you're right. I made a mistake that hurt him so much. He must have been very hurt at the time. I can't even reach him at all."
"You can use the time to reflect."
The door knocked on someone from outside. Ivan ordered the man to come in. It was an office boy.
"Sorry, Sir. There's a letter for you" said an office boy, handing him a letter.
"Letter? In this age there are still letters?" ask Khairi by accepting it. The letter is small, it is certain it is not a company document or cooperation.
"I'm sorry, sir."
When the office boy wanted to get out, Khairi prevented him from making the man afraid. Especially accused of not-nothing.
"Why does this letter not have the name of the sender? Are you trying to prank me? Or are you terrorizing me?"
"No, Sir. I received it from a man in front. Really sir I'm not lying. He only gave me a lot of money so I would send this letter," the person replied with a trembling body.
"Sir, you should open it first," said Ivan who then switched to staring at the office boy. "And you have to stay here to account for it."
The office boy nodded despite his trembling body. He should have just refused if he knew this, but the money was needed for his family.
Khairi opened the letter immediately. There's a piece of paper and an ultrasound result. The man was surprised to see it. What the hell does this mean? He also read the paper. Just a few lines, Khairi shouted, the man was very pleased with the contents.
Ivan was puzzled to see Khairi yelling happily, but he was happy that at least his boss could smile and laugh. I hope it can last a long time, not now. But who is the sender? What Afrin? Does that woman know that her husband is angry every day?
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