Patience of the Son-in-law
Chapter 49 - An Envelope Without a Name

Faizan as if hit by an invisible boulder on his heart, he immediately jumped in shock to hear the wife leave the house. Faizan immediately stood up darting away towards his room.

Brakk...

The bedroom door was pushed and opened violently by Faizan.

"Aisha.. baby," call Faizan.

His heart rumbled to hear his soul mate leave the house. He tried to deny it by proving to see directly in his room. Wish the wife was just hiding or was giving him a prank for the surprise of his arrival.

"Aisha.. please, come back, baby. What's wrong with you?" faizan said softly as she slumped on the floor of her room.

He checked all over the room and house but his wife could not find him. Even his wife's suitcase and some clothes were not in their closet.

Faizan tried to take a deep breath and then he exhaled. Restoring her own hair with frustration that spread at her pulse point because Aisha's phone still can not be contacted by her.

Mama Ida smiled grinningly at the slump of her stepson through the gap of Faizan's room door that was not tightly closed.

"I finally got rid of that son-in-law without Faizan suspecting me. May Aisha never have to come back to this house again. Looks like Faizan and Aisha's divorce needs to be taken care of immediately. In order for Della to soon become my daughter-in-law to replace Aisha" Mama Ida's inner self with her myriad of rotten plans.

In the thick of Jakarta night, a man was bowed listlessly after circling the capital to many places but he did not find his wife. In fact he sent Agung and some of his men to look for Aisha.

Agung who should be given a break for two days finally has not closed his eyes to sleep should be surprised by the news of his young mistress leaving the house and the Master was confused to look for her.

As a result, as a loyal person and has long served the Atmajaya family, he could not stand by to let the Lord who was being stricken by disaster.

"Where are you going, baby? Are you angry with me for rarely calling? Aisha I miss you. Especially at this time it feels like my stomach is eager to eat pepes of catfish made by you with a lot of star fruit on it. Eating both from the mouthful of your hands must be better," Faizan's sad tweet in the middle of the crowd of Jakarta.

At the time Faizan was frustrated looking for Aisha and seemed to crave pepes catfish made by his wife, precisely Aisha in Bali was eating voraciously in her rented house with the menu her husband wanted in Jakarta.

As if two hearts one love separated by a distance but actually seemed to be connected to each other because of the sincere love of the two.

"Have you eaten there? This is your favorite food I'm eating. Pepes catfish with lots of starfruit wuluh with warm rice, I've finished two dishes. Our son seemed to want to eat this so I cooked quite a bit earlier. But eating alone without you is empty, Mas. May you be well and healthy. I love you my love," Aisha's sad little grandchild when she saw the rest of the catfish pepes that still had a few packs on the small dining table of her house.

Today Aisha happened to be on a work holiday and since this morning she was busy shopping at the market to cook pepes catfish, her husband's favorite food. Either this he can call cravings or not. It was as if her baby wanted to eat the pepes today.

Faizan had gone to his apartment even to the old boarding house where Aisha used to live before marrying Handika. He has all been there, but the results are nil. Aisha wasn't there.

Faizan had also contacted RT sir where Aisha lived in Sleman, the home of her late parents, also the same said that his wife was not there. Due to his physical fatigue, he ended up staying at his apartment.

Three days passed, though,

Aisha's search still hasn't found any meaningful clues. Faizan tried to be professional by staying in the office. He had been on leave for a few days to find his wife. As long as Aishanya has not been found, she decides to stay in her apartment.

Bik Imah who had just returned from his hometown, was very surprised to hear that his mistress' wife was leaving the house. He saw the Master so lethargic and uninspired. Bik Imah understands very well because he knows that his master's love is so deep in his wife.

He could only pray to God that his young Madam would soon be reunited with her Master. So that the small family of his master was back in harmony as ever.

This morning Faizan walked firmly into the central Atmajaya Corp building, although his heart was still restless and missed his wife but he still entered work on time. Many pairs of eyes grinned at him, especially the employees at Atmajaya Corp who so adored their CEO.

There are even those who are confused and willing to be made a second or third wife though. Women often gossip either in the cafeteria or at the desk at leisure. Some are fascinated with Faizan but there is a small part that is fascinated with Agung, the assistant CEO, who is cold like an eight-door refrigerator.

But all of these things did not make Faizan's heart waver because his love for Aisha was once only.

Chequek...

The door creaking of the CEO's room opened wide and Faizan walked in and walked towards his chair. While Agung is already in his room to do some important things because soon there will be a monthly meeting.

As Faizan was about to sit down, he saw several piles of envelopes on his desk. In a position that still stands, he sorted one by one to see the sender or the title of the letter on each envelope. What he felt was not so important he put away first to read later.

When sorting the stack of envelopes, his hand suddenly stopped moving when there was a medium-sized brown envelope that caught his attention.

This is because the envelope is without the sender's name but only the recipient's name is indicated. He took the envelope and grabbed it first. The envelope is still sealed well.

"What's this envelope? From whom? Why isn't there a sender's name?" inward Faizan wondered as he flipped the envelope.

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