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"Mr Marcel was not in her room, Madam," reported the housekeeper who told Sita to wake her husband up for breakfast.

"Hmm, thank you." Sita replied while staring at the various dishes presented at the table, it seems like she was too happy because Ivan came home, and hoped to enjoy breakfast with her husband, but it turns out that the various dishes he prepared again had to eat alone, and the rest will probably be the sustenance of the household assistants in his house to spend on a variety of good food.

The household in his path for one year is not like other people's households in general, indeed their marriage is not based on love, but because of the matchmaking of their parents, but because of the matchmaking of their parents, even before marrying Marcel blatantly said that he could not love her, and as for her willing to marry him, it was solely due to the coercion of her parents, Sita thought that as time went by Marcel could accept it, but it turns out that a year passed there was no meaningful change, Marcel still acted cold to him, even colder than before.

I don't know, what's being kept in this strange household, but both Marcel and Sita seem to have their own reasons for staying in that loveless bond.

**

"He didn't come home?" Marcel asked once in the morning had come to Darma's house only to check whether Alya went home to the boarding house or not, all night even he could not sleep thinking about it.

"Who do you mean boss?" Tanya Darma still with her pillow face, last night she just got to her house at 11 pm due to deliver Marcel to the firm that ended up she had to go home alone, she said, so early in the morning like this Marcel has come again to disturb his sleep.

Getting such a question back from his assistant, Marcel lengsung gave a fierce look at him.

"There are twenty-three boarding rooms there, where I know which hostess the boss is referring to." Kilah Darma's.

"Alya!" Sewot Marcel was upset.

"Oh, Alya, Iha instead of the boss waiting for him all night at the firm, why so ask me, I was kicked out of the boss, last night." Said Darma was still upset with his boss last night.

"Don't ask too many questions, just knock on the door of her room, make sure she's inside or not!" Marcel's orders forced.

"But boss, it's still half six, yeah!"

"Hurry up, you can find out what the cake is, take a report or whatever, just go there right now!" Snapped Marcel who made Darma inevitably forced to carry out his orders.

A few minutes later,

"It seems not to go home boss, on the tap-tap even on the door gedor nothing fades, even under the door of his room I found this." Darma offered an invitation.

Marcel received the invitation, inscribed Ivan and Hana's name on the face of the pink invitation.

"OK, here I take," said Marcel melengos then leave.

"Bos, where? That's an invitation people should not take away!" Shouted Darma.

"Ngasiin invitations to immediate recipients." He said as he passed.

"Gosh, I have a boss so it is very, come early in the morning just to do silly things, hemmhhh good thing my salary is great, if not, have resigned from when!" Groused Darma, although only able to hold his regret in the heart.

Marcel's feelings were mixed, as he drove his car to the firm, but at once the feeling disappeared when he saw Alya's car was still parked in the same place as last night in front of his office.

"Ah, I thought you were going with your husband!" He muttered with a feeling of relief.

I want Marcel to get into that building, even though he's holding the firm's spare key, but he's not doing it, he's just repeating what he did last night, monitoring it from inside the car, only, if last night he did across the street, now he did right in front of the office exactly, he also parked his car next to Alya's car.

Tok,,, tok,, tok,,,!

The sound of a knock on the car window glass from outside woke Marcel who had unknowingly fallen asleep behind the wheel.

Alya's figure was clearly plastered beside her, standing right to her right, with a probing look into the car.

"Why do you sleep here?" Alya asked as Marcel opened the window of his car.

"Ah that, just a little more done sir, do you want to wait a minute, let me finish?" Ask Alya.

The shoots in the love of ulam arrived, this is what marcel was waiting for, "Okay, but don't be long, because I was in a hurry!" Marcel said sok-sale is expensive, but in his heart he hopes to linger together with the man's wife.

"What did you bring?" Connect Marcel while pointing towards the plastic bag in Alya's hand.

"It's rice sit, buy it up front, you want it?" Tawar Alya's.

"Buy me a pack, let's have breakfast together." Said pretentious and pretentious to compete do not need.

"Did you come here last night also relate to this report?" Alya asked innocently, between her breakfasts.

"Yes," replied Marcel briefly, lucky Alya had such thoughts, so he did not have to bother looking for a reason for his arrival to this place.

"I'm sorry sir, again I even bother you, but you're okay, right? Not hurt, is it?"

Marcel shook his head, rather there was not the slightest part of his body that was injured except his heart which until now still feels sore when remembering the incident last night.

"You must really love your husband, huh?" Said Marcel, stopping his meal, the rice sat that had tasted delicious because it was eaten with Alya suddenly could not be swallowed by him, due to his chest that immediately felt crowded and full, because, so his appetite disappeared instantly.

"Eh, meaning?" Bengong Alya, don't understand.

"Evidently during a panic state you only remember it to be called and asked for help."

"Ah, that, I just called randomly because of his panic, and unfortunately it was connected to Ivan's number, if I didn't panic like last night, surely I would choose someone else to call for help, Mr. Darma, for example. Or whoever matters isn't him." Urai Alya's.

"Darma? Why am I not in your options?" Marcel Protest.

"I don't know your phone number, every time you call me, you must use Mr. Darma's number, if you don't use your company number." Alya explained, making Marcel who was now drinking immediately choke.

Even though all night Marcel had been overthinking and could not sleep because he thought Alya chose to contact Ivan, the answer was beyond his prediction.

"Sir, are you okay?" Alya got up from her seat and patted slowly on the back and also the nape of Marcel because he felt sorry for his former boss choking until his face flushed red.

"I'm fine," Marcel moved away from Alya, his whole body goosebumps as Alya's hands touched his back and nape, if this is the story, he didn't die from choking, but could die from hanging.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" realizing that her actions might cross the line and be presumptuous, Alya apologized immediately, really that she did because she just wanted to help Marcel, just to help Marcel, no other meaning.

'Oh come on Alya, your actions were so presumptuous, touching people's husbands at will.' Alya cursed what he had just done to Marcel.

"I stopped by your hostel, I thought you went back there, and I found this on your doorstep." Marcel offered the invitation he had received from Darma.

Alya smiled wryly as she read the invitation with her husband's name and also the affair printed on the face of the invitation, she did not expect that the marriage she was in would be this painful, she said, the marriage he had always hoped for only once in a lifetime and gave him happiness until death separated him and Ivan instead made him feel tormented like hell.

"You okay? Don't you want to just look at it or read it?" Ask Marcel.

"No. Anyway I won't come to attend their wedding and let them insult and ridicule me, so I'll look very pitiful in front of everyone." Alya.

"If I may suggest, you better come, prove that it doesn't hurt you and cry, prove to everyone that their marriage won't make you look pathetic, you're beautiful, smart, independent, be strong, until they can no longer afford to hurt you, I believe you're great, and you're capable!" Said Marcel with his gaze as if he was transferring full strength to Alya so that he rose and did not resign to the situation.

Hearing all the words of encouragement from Marcel, making his confidence rise again, right Marcel said he should not hide from the situation because he was afraid of the judgment of others against him, said Marcel, while those who sin alone confidently appear in public by holding an open marriage.

"Right you said sir, I will come to their wedding, I will not return the wounds and cries they once gave me, but I will make sure, I will, I will never let them feel happy or smile again." Alya growled with her two perfectly clenched hands.