
Ever since the confession of tsya's honesty that night, Zen still wanted to be alone calm his mind, digesting everything that happened to his wife. He prefers to stay up late in his study room with his wife in the room, looking for the best doctor to ask about his wife's disease, uterine polyps.
" sir where zen.." ask tsya because today she did not see her husband.
" mister goes, miss, because there's breakfast with his client."
` even zen did not say anything to me ` the turbulent inner tsya, he will know this will happen, his husband will change he will know.
Tsya drove her car to her big company with a mixed heart. In the middle of the road she saw her husband was in the car of a very beautiful woman. He just stared at her from his car, he couldn't face it.
Ready or not he must be ready if zen divorces him, he will not want to have his wife can not give his successor.
In the company of tsya just silence, not much to say anything, he was too hurt, only five months of happiness is now gone.
" one week you don't say anything to me hubby, then this will make it easier for us to get divorced." tsya dialogue itself by covering her face with her own steps.
Tsya is drowning with her job, she busies herself in her job chasing her target back, becoming a workaholic woman, who is crazy pursuing her other target targets.
Exel just stared at tsya with a stern look, tsya came back again with the target on her ladder, he did not dare to ask because the cold face of tsya seemed more creepy than before.
" yes you're fine." ask exel with heart.
" i'm good, why?"
" no, I don't think you're being good."
" i'm good, thank you for asking.." Tsya's smile was so wry, a friend could tell that she was not good, but her husband was stupid with her.
" yeah."
" i'm fine, exel, really. We can continue again." said tsya by returning to her work.
*****
While in the newly arrived zen company, walking straight with a woman next to him, he was a beautiful female client, who was, he was in the car with the woman because the tire of his car was leaking after they had breakfast.
" malik you made his contract." asked the assistant zen when he was in his room.
" it's sir, it's madam, please read it first." Malik thrust all the maps containing the agreement of cooperation contract.
The woman read her with a faint smile on her lips. "I'll mark the stairs here." said her and Malik gave a bullet for the woman's sign of the ladder.
" it's a pleasure to work with you." said the woman. "and don't forget to have breakfast tomorrow morning sir." he continued and was nodded by zen.
After the woman's departure zen just leaned his back with thoughts to his wife whom he missed this week, he missed everything he had on his wife. But he was afraid to approach his wife, I don't know what this man thought.
" young master, don't ignore miss tsya for too long." Malik said he knew what his boss was thinking.
" i'm afraid of approaching her malik, I'm afraid she just thinks I want a baby from her." replied zen by pressing her temple.
" you're right malik, but let miss andin was back to his country, because since we want to work with them we're really busy, even he always mintak accompanied by breakfast."
" i hope there is no continuing misunderstanding between the lady and the master" said Malik and he immediately left the room.
The clock did not feel it was night, tsya who had come home from earlier only pura to fall asleep when her husband entered her room. Zen watched as tsya fell asleep walking closer caressing the face he missed.
" i'm sorry dear.." He said something that he couldn't continue. He kissed his wife's entire face and then stepped out of the room into his workspace.
Zen spent the night in his study with his wife, he was disappointed of course but he stayed up late to consult an outside doctor to deal with his wife's disease in his womb.
Tsya who was pura pura asleep, finally fell asleep because she felt tired of thinking harder.
The morning ray had entered into the curtains of his room, he woke up he glanced at the clock, he was reluctant to get off his mattress, today's weekends he was lazy to do anything.
Notification of his cellphone from earlier no ceasing to sound, many new numbers that contact him, even the father, exel also did not escape contact him.
There was a foreign number that contacted her, she raised her with doubt.
" hello, who?" Tsya's voice just woke up.
" is this true nyoya anatsya adam.." the man asked firmly.
" yeah, who am I talking to?"
" i'm a nyoya online journalist, can I take a minute."
" what is it, sir?"
" what is your relationship with Mr. Zen is in trouble. Or is there a third party in your household?" The reporter's questioning left Tsya clueless.
" i'm sorry, why do you ask so much?"
" have you not seen today's news online, lady, a paparazzi has spotted your husband with a woman having breakfast every morning some other week, this week, even today they are brightly fondled in public places.." before the reporter finished his speech tsya had decided on the call and immediately saw betita online today.
And it is true that the faces of her husband and a woman she saw yesterday were plastered in some online news with various captions. Tsya closed her eyes that held back her tears so as not to fall from her reddened eyes.
" you chose her zen, and this is the end of our marriage relationship." said tsya by getting off her bed walking to pick up a large suitcase that had been in her closet.
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The problem is mild kok gaes, clumsy misunderstandings and lack of communication, every household is the main key is the communication that must be slick behind ya gaes. Because of the lack of communication sometimes we can easily misunderstand.
If you want to sleep at night better take the time to chat with our partner so that we know what daily activities are done outside the home.
If the husband is sometimes angry if the wife asks where, even though it is a sign of small attention that needs to be maintained until now. The small attention that will fulfill our love is getting bigger and afraid of losing each other.
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