Only (Wife) Deposits
HIS 23rd

...Love comes from getting used to it...

Brak!

Rafka kicked down the desk in his private workspace loud enough to make a loud noise filling the black room. The anger that began to subside now re-peaked.

"Searching for just one person you're not a dick!" rafka's circus with a red face and tightened jaw.

"We've been trying to find Miss Salsa all over this city including her rented house first, but didn't find her, sir. It looks like Miss Salsa fled out of town," retorted Arjo who remained calm despite having to face Rafka's anger.

"Ck. Tomorrow you go to Bogor, find Salsa in the city because both parents live there" Rafka ordered.

"Good, Sir."

Rafka immediately turned off his phone. The man leaned his body on the shoulder of the chair, squeezing his hair into a tangle. Right now his thoughts and feelings are really not calm if Salsa is not found. Either because he was afraid of losing the child that the woman was carrying, or because he was very worried about the young woman.

While behind Rafka's slightly open door, Azkiya pegged at her place to hear her husband's chat with someone and it was mentioning the name of the woman he currently hates so much.

Azkiya took a deep breath and pushed slowly on the teak door. Rafka was a little surprised when the door opened, Azkiya entered his room with a cup of coffee.

"Much work to do, Mommy?" asked Azkiya while putting a cup of coffee that she deliberately made for her husband on the table.

Rafka nodded while confirming his sitting position.

"Ooh yeah, Mas. Tomorrow mother and father will come here."

"Hmmm..." Rafka only replied with a short deheman. As if not interested in the discussion of the wife at this time.

"You sick, Mom?" Azkiya returned his words. The woman touched Rafka's forehead. It was clear that the man's pale face was.

"No, I just want to be alone."

Azkiya smiled wryly at Rafka's reply. He gulped his saliva roughly along with the tightness that was engulfing in his chest cavity at this moment.

"Better to stop first to do office work." Azkiya shut down her husband's laptop." Do not force this if Mas is sick," said Azkiya trying to keep looking calm in front of her husband while in his mind is currently so sick.

As if obediently Rafka got up from her chair. Azkiya clasped her husband's hand, leading to the room next to Rafka's private workspace.

"I feel like my head hurts a lot" Rafka complained as she laid her body on the bed.

And this is the man's weakness, from a small Rafka always feel a headache when thinking about something protracted. His feelings will be marked by anxiety if the problems that are the burden of his mind are not resolved at this time. He wants Salsa back.

Azkiya gently massaged Rafka's head. While the man wrapped his hands around his wife's waist and closed his eyes, feeling the touch Azkiya gave.

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"Why are you, Rafka? From earlier Mother saw not excited like that. Is there a problem in the company?" asked Elsa who an hour ago just arrived at the house of the child and his daughter-in-law.

And now, Rafka is on the balcony of the room while sipping a cigarette that flanks his middle and index fingers. His eyes looked straight ahead, staring at the lush tree behind his room.

"I'm fine, Bun. The company is fine," Rafka replied without staring at Elsa.

The middle-aged woman suddenly snatched the cigarette in Rafka's hand and threw it straight into the trash.

"How many times have you told me not to keep smoking! It's not healthy for your lungs!" sarkas Elsa shook her head, inexhaustible with her son.

"If you have a problem just tell Mother, do not stay like this and sip a useless cigarette. You think Mother doesn't know that you're in trouble! Mommy knows very well when you are in trouble!"

Rafka lowered her head for a moment and let out a long sigh.

"Yes, I have a little problem. But it'll be resolved soon."

Elsa squinted her eyes at Rafka, as if in doubt with her son's words.

Silent.

"Mother here also wants to talk about something important."

"The problem is about you and Azkiya" replied Elsa who is now facing each other with her son. The middle-aged woman turned her eyes towards the pine tree."Mommy will not make a problem about Azkiya who can not give grandchildren. Because free. She was barren and Syifa's doctor didn't guarantee Azkiya could conceive and her uterus was in trouble."

Elsa looked back at her son with an indecipherable look."If you want to adopt a child, please. Mother does not forbid. But the boy couldn't inherit the property from the Adelard family."

Rafka was stunned to hear that.

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Two weeks passed and two weeks later Rafka continued to search for Salsa. Arjo has been looking for Salsa in Bogor rather at the home of Salsa's parents, but the results are nil. Of course, Arjo did not openly ask about Salsa to his parents.

While in a different city a woman set her foot down a crowded street by motorists. The dust and smoke of the vehicle were suffocating Salsa's chest at this time. The woman was selling her own cake. Good results for the birth costs later.

Maybe you think this woman will escape to a village or village in Bandung. But currently Salsa lives in the urban center of Bandung.

"Have the cake finished, Sal?" asked Adan when he found Salsa sitting on the porch of the house.

The woman shook her head." Only half sold out."

The man wearing the hygiene uniform sat beside Salsa with his warm smile.

"It's only natural that you've only been selling for a week. Later will also get regular customers," said Adan chuckles slowly tucking jokes on the young woman.

Salsa just smiled faintly.

"Now go into the house, take a shower. I've bought you a pack of rice" said Adan who got up from his seat.

Salsa looked up at the 25-year-old man.

"Yes..."

"What?" He looked at Salsa.

"We'd better split the house. I'm gonna find a rented house not far from here. I don't feel good living in a house with Mas Adan. It's nothing, I'm afraid people around here think a no-no."

Adan's forehead frowned hearing that."Nnnnope. We'll stay together. We don't do what they think either. I'm still afraid to let you stay alone in the rented. Moreover, you're a newcomer to this town."

Salsa lowered her head with both hands squeezing firmly at the end of her clothes.

"I got information when a company not far from here is looking for Office Girls. If you're interested in working there, I'll help you. The security guard at the company was my friend. At least you're not too exhausted from peddling your rare cake."

"Mas Adan!" salsa shouted with bulging eyes, offended by the last remark the man made. While Adan just laughed looking at the fierce face of the young woman.

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"Arno..."

"Yes, Sir." Arjo approached Rafka who was sitting relaxed in his seat of greatness.

"You checked the CCTV in my apartment. At least this can be a way for us to find Salsa" Rafka said.

Arjo was silent for a moment."What does CCTV have to do with Miss Salsa." The man who stood as assistant CEO seemed to not understand.

Rafka glanced sharply at Arjo."Just run what I tell you!" his words with a ketus.

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