Retaliation of Persecuted Wife
Chapter 11 Keladi Tops

Chapter 11

Keladi Tops

The fresh breeze that hit my face under the shade tree lightened a bit of my heart's pain. But a familiar voice distracted me that afternoon.

"Beautiful?"

"Well, Dani?"

I never thought I'd meet Dani with this kind of bad situation.

"You're doing here In?"

"Oh, I'm just taking a little break. I had a chance to get dust."

"Oh, it's worth your mate to look red. Baek to?" Dani asked who seemed a little worried about me.

"Alhamdulillah is no more. Are you alone here?"

"Oh, I happened to pass by. Where I'm kerje tak jaoh from here."

"Oh so. So you work close to here?"

"Iye In's. I'm out because I'm on break."

That's how awkward I feel now until we both finally shut up. Maybe Dani felt the same way.

Sometimes the eyes meet but quickly we both take our eyes off.

"Ehem, I'm glad you're bise jumpe here beautiful. But because soon my break is over, it seems that I have to apologize for not being able to lame with you."

"Oh, you wanna go in Kerje again?"

"True, sorry I had to go to the office."

"I don't want to balek home either."

"mmm... Ape bise I asked for your phone number Beautiful. Like lame's not active."

Seeming doubtful and slightly lowered his head, Dani expressed his wish. He can't pretend to cover his shy face.

"It's..."

I gave my salary to Dani. He accepted with embarrassment. I was intrigued by her attitude. Whereas we played together since childhood, only after I decided to go to college and work in the city and finally got married, our friendship began to drift away. Not because we were hostile, but because my distance, time and status had changed so much that we rarely communicated anymore.

"Makaseh In's..." Said Dani returning my salary while smiling.

"Same-same."

"Then, I'll poke. Assalamualaikum..."

"Hmm, be careful. Waalaikum... " I said while replying to Dani's hand.

Well, and it looks like I should get back home soon, too. The house that Mas Heru recognized as his home.

The house my parents bought me was a gift for my wedding. But the house was in the name of Mas Heru when our household was still in harmony. Believing in Mas Heru, and being blinded by his sweet words, I agreed that the house was changed in his name.

From here I learned a valuable lesson from myself, that love is not always beautiful. And never give up all the rights we have to try to take sympathy from our partner. Because actually, our partner must try to make us happy.

As women, our role is to bestow the attention and affection we have. And it doesn't have to be material. Sneaking it when tired, preparing breakfast when about to leave for work. Prepare clean clothes for the appearance and many more small forms that are very meaningful for us to give as a genuine concern and affection for the couple.

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The following days I engaged in activities as usual even though this heart was so tired of the problems. I try to cover it with all the effort. I learned to forget Mas Heru, and get used to no longer waiting for a call from him. Since that time Mas Heru never returned home maybe he was busy taking care of his spoiled new wife, or they have returned to Surabaya, I don't know...

Me and my best friend and co-worker named Rara are in the same workspace and next to the desk.

"Maybe, why Ra?"

"Just be careful. I heard Mr. Dahlan likes to tease his subordinates."

"Thank you for me Ra." I said sincerely to my co-worker and best friend.

Rara has helped me a lot in any way. Even because of him I know who Mas Heru really is.

That afternoon, Mr. Dahlan and I went to review the location of the new project, which was won by the company I worked for. Not a big company, but our team is quite reliable for a job in the scope of a company scale like us. Together with Mr. Darmo who has a position as the head of the Surveyor and Mr. Dahlan who served as the head of the Supervisor, I became an assistant who recorded what they discussed and what policies they took.

Mr. Dahlan's job here is to be responsible for the workers or employees under him. In addition, as a supervisor, Mr. Dahlan also served in running a well-defined job desk.

The next task of a supervisor is to provide direction and must be able to manage and supervise the employees under it, the surveyor.

Pak Darmo as Surveyor in charge of surveying the land measurement of the project. In addition, Mr. Darmo is also responsible for matters related to work in the field. Such as determining the elevation point of excavation depth and much more.

"You're still in your husband's house of service beautiful?" Ask Mr. Dahlan when I'm focusing on looking at my work notebook.

I didn't think Mr. Dahlan would ask about the privacy of my life even though it wasn't very deep.

"Yes Sir?! Oh emm... Still Sir."

There's no way I'm saying that I'm dealing with a household problem and getting ready for a divorce. And Mas Heru is still in his official house in Surabaya. So I'm not completely lying either.

"Are you not lonely Beautiful, abandoned by your husband?"

Huh huh? What kind of question is this! How could Mr. Dahlan ask me so in front of Mr. Darmo anyway. It's pretty scary to be in one car with them. Until I had to shift my duod closer to the window.

"I mean Sir?"

"Hehehe, don't pretend it's Ndah. You know what I mean."

Hiiiy, really said Rara, that Mr. Dahlan really likes to try to seduce his subordinates. And what are his eyes that blink like one who is twinkling. Old man doesn't know himself!

"I'm sorry sir, I'm a loyal person! We'd better be professional when we're at work."

My knees were shaking saying that. Be prepared if Mr. Dahlan does not like the rejection that I say firmly, he could lower my position or even worse he will fire me.

"You'll regret your sense of loyalty it's beautiful. Especially in an era like this. Are you sure your husband is also loyal?"

Mr. Dahlan's words accidentally stabbed me in the heart. If only he knew my husband was cheating, he would be laughing at my attitude.

"Sorry sir, this is my choice."

"Haha... Never mind Mr. Dahlan, it doesn't seem like he wants to be loved well." Said Mr. Darmo.

"You're not as cool as beautiful. You will get a lot of benefits." Said Mr. Dahlan.

"Sorry Sir. I am so grateful for my current situation." Hopefully, by answering like this, Mr. Dahlan can understand that I am not a woman who is easily tempted by such an invitation.

"If you change your mind, you can immediately come to my room anytime Beautiful, of course it's other than about work." Said Mr. Dahlan still trying to keep seducing me.

"We've arrived sir." My answer.

Luckily, the location we went to arrived. At least I can shy away from such unqualified talk.

Fortunately during their time on the field their attitude came back professional. And I don't want to be stuck for the second time. Since it was almost late in the afternoon, I decided to go home separated from them on the grounds of wanting to visit my parents.

Seriate...