Other Dream Women
Chapters 19. Uneasily

Cahya's eyelids open when the incision is heard the roar of the car engine that stops in front of the garage. He circulated his gaze to every corner and was a little surprised because he was currently in the living room. The woman's forehead frowned, trying to recall what had previously happened.

"It turns out I fell asleep here to wait for Mas Awan to come home," said Cahya.

She remembered how she was troubled when her husband had not yet reached home at eleven o'clock in the evening. Since eleven o'clock that night Cahya paced in front of the window while staring fixed atmosphere outside the house where the night was only covered with dark and dense.

Cahya is getting anxious because again the phone Cloud can not be contacted. Already dozens of times he made a call just to make sure that there was no misfortune that befell the Cloud. But still he was confined by a sense of uneasiness until in the end he was exhausted and fell asleep on the living room sofa.

Cahya immediately got up and rushed to open the door when the knocking sound was heard asking to be opened immediately.

"Mas Clouds, are you okay, aren't you?"

Without further ado, Cahya tightly embraced the body of this man standing before her. The anxiety he had felt, finally evaporated instantly, turning into a tremendous relief when he saw the Clouds coming home fine.

The clouds released themselves from Cahya's embrace. He smiled faintly in front of his wife. "Yes Ay, I'm fine, as you can see."

"Where have you been? Why can't your phone be contacted? I'm really worried about you, Mom."

"I'm sorry Ay, I came home late for meeting an invitation from one of my business partners. He's having a party and he just finished twelve o'clock last night."

"party? What time does the party start? Can't you go home first? You usually come home late in the afternoon, right?"

There was little doubt in Cahya's heart when she heard the Cloud's explanation. Because it really doesn't make sense if the party is held from late afternoon until late at night like this. To the extent that the clouds did not go home first just to change clothes.

The clouds stuttered slightly as a barrage of questions shot out from Cahya's lips. His heart was pounding, worried if he mispronounced. As much as possible he neutralizes his nervousness.

"Get home from the office, I went to Ay's mall."

"To mall? Tumben-tumbenan Mas you to the mall? Though previously you were so anti right to enter the mall?"

It was indeed unusual for the attitude of the Clouds this time around in Cahya's eyes. Because previously the husband was very lazy if invited to the mall. Once upon a time Awan preferred to wait in the parking lot rather than accompany Cahya around the mall. That's what makes a couple rarely spend time in the mall.

The clouds smiled awkwardly. He almost forgot that he was very reluctant to enter the mall. The man tried to stay calm and relaxed.

"I went to the mall to buy you and these kids, Ay!" awan said while showing the two paperbags he brought. The clouds smiled widely, hoping that Cahya also felt happy to get this gift.

Cahya linked her gaze towards that paperbag. Again his forehead crept. "What is this Mas?"

"This is the latest model of a brand owned by one of my old friends. I was asked to go there to buy the product. While the paperbag is another children's shirt."

Cahya received the paperbag given by Awan. At a glance, he looked at the game that was in there and looked carefully at the brand listed there.

The latest model? This is an old model. It's been three years ago that this kind of game model was booming. And Mas Awan said if this is the latest model? Is Mas Awan tricking me?

Cahya actually dissolved in her own mind about the gamis bought by her husband. Indeed, this brand is so famous and the type of product is also highclass. This model has been around for three years. Cahya remembered very well, he used to want to have a game like this but that desire only became wishful thinking because at that time, he did not have enough money to buy it.

"Ay, I'm dumb. How's it? You like it, don't you?" said Awan while patting Cahya's shoulder. Instantly, Cahya awoke from her daydream.

Cahya smiled knot. Although this game case makes him wonder, but he tries to show a happy face. He really did not want to hurt the heart of the husband who had bought him these clothes.

"Yes, I like it. Thank you very much, ma'am."

"Sama-sama Ay. Oh yeah, I went to bed, Ay. I'm really sleepy. My eyes feel like they're five watts."

"You didn't shower yet? You haven't had a shower all day, have you? Time to go straight to sleep? Take a shower, let me get some hot water."

Cahya's question only made the Clouds laugh inwardly. He laughed because without Cahya knowing, he had bathed many times in the boarding house owned by Mega. Even more pleased, he took a bath accompanied by his lover.

Cahya could only sigh deeply and she exhaled slowly. "Alright Mas. But tomorrow when it's dawn prayer you take a bath."

"Okay Ay!"

The clouds were running behind Cahya's body. The man ceaselessly smiled. He smiled with satisfaction because Cahya did not suspect him at all.

Hahaha .. . Basic wife doesn't know fashion. The game model is an old model. I also bought it because washing the warehouse at a price that is many times cheaper. Yeah .... This is how nice it is to have a wife who only knows about the kitchen. Not much demanding even though my gift is just a discount hunting suit.

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"Today it was my dad who drove us to school!"

"Dear, I'm sorry for not being able to deliver you. I have an appointment to meet with the relationship, dear."

"Bhhhhh ... Every day I meet a relationship, huh Well? I rarely take us to school."

"Daddy would love to take you to school, honey, but how else? I have an important meeting this morning and it shouldn't be too late."

Cahya who was in the kitchen immediately stopped her activities when she heard a small debate coming from the family room. He swung his legs to get close to the source of the debate and saw that his two daughters had put on a sour face.

"What the hell is it? I hear you making a fuss?"

"It's Loh Bun, you can't take us to school. Though Dad had rarely ever us," Alina fought with pursed lips.

"Yes Mother, said Father there is an appointment to meet with his business relations," said Malika.

"Is that how you are?" ask Cahya.

"Betul Ay's. I have an appointment with a relationship and this is very important. So I can't take the kids."

"What is the importance of your business compared to the happiness of children? Can't your relationship tolerate it until you're late for it?"

"It's a matter of professionalism in Ay's work. My good name and company name will be at stake if I am not on time. Do you understand Ay?"

Cahya shook her head. "I really don't understand Mas. Children are willing to wake up earlier than usual to be delivered by you. Can you break and disappoint them just because you don't want to be late? Where is your heart, Mom?"

The clouds rubbed his face rough. Since last night the shadow of Mega is always present in the dream that makes him miss half to death. Therefore this morning he wanted to meet with Mega immediately to treat his longing. Though every day they always meet but longing is like imprisoning his body.

"Already Ay, I don't want to make a fuss. Obviously I have to leave now. I don't want to be late!"

Without saying much more, Awan began to wander away from his wife and children. He rushed to the garage to get his car out. Not long after, the car moved out of the yard.

"Dad doesn't love Malika and sister Alina anymore huh Bun? How come every day we always go in the morning and can't take us to school?" great-grandson Malika with teary eyes.

Cahya's heart paled listening to this innocent question from her daughter's little lips. He slightly bent his body to be in line with the height of the child. He hugged the bodies of his two daughters.

"No son, I love you guys. Maybe I'm really busy so I can't take you to school. Brother and sister should be able to understand ya."

There was no response from Alina or Malika. It seemed like the two little girls were dissolving in their respective disappointments.

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