REVENGE OF EX-WIFE
13. The Woman from Above

From the lesson that old man Gilang gave, I began to understand why big companies can keep running.

After old man Gilang came out of the room, I called back Rafa who I made outside I don't know what he was doing, I don't know. He just stood like a statue.

I intentionally make him a secretary because he knows the work of an owner, so I can ask a lot of things so that my work is more productive.

"What do I need to do, ma'am?"

"There is a meeting or a meeting that should be attended today? Supervision of employees or cooperation with other companies?"

"It should be today the Owner there's a lot of work, ma'am. There is cooperation on the batik makers. We have a new product launch, which is a more solid and meticulous batik motif on the fabric produced. Actually this cooperation has been a long time, since the first time I took office, it has even been running for two years. But the contract is running out, so it has to be extended for five or six years. I can help Madam prepare her contract with my former Secretary."

Ah, I feel like I'm the most stupid person after the explanation. The rule is I don't have to show myself too much. Rafa knows better. But yeah, that's it. "When's the meeting?"

"Two hours."

"Did the contract continue its cooperation?"

"Here you go" he nodded.

"Who's up to?"

"My secretaries–earlier."

"Callable?"

Again this man nodded. He was like a subordinate who was at the bottom of the hierarchy. But I don't care, her low-key nature may be due to her guilt.

***

The day before night. I just finished a lot of meetings that required me to perform and talk to a lot of people. Being helped by Rafa who somehow taught me very well, made me feel very helped.

I drive a company vehicle. And drove him to the old house that was a silent witness to my suffering a few years ago.

He stared at the car cynically, I just showed unusual. Maybe she was jealous because her husband was with me, another woman.

Huh huh? Does he have a partner after he forgets me? Be that as it may. Why am I thinking about all that, just weird.

"Thank you for driving me," she said.

I just pressed the car horn and ran the four-wheeled vehicle away from the beautiful residential area that was still his home.

I don't know why there's guilt and my ears are so hot and painful. People said, it was common for anyone to whisper in the back. The whispers vilify even though I don't hear but can feel.

And my mind was focused on Rafa and that woman standing upstairs. I immediately brushed off this guilt, because if because I was delivering Rafa, we'd do nothing more than work. Because he became my secretary, not to be a couple.

***

I'm going home. Getting out of the car and seeing my beloved Son, Rama immediately stood up and seemed to walk on all fours approaching me.

"Rama.. oh, dear Mother. Are you very kind to welcome Mother?" I lifted her puffed up body and kissed her cheek and smelled a typical baby scent.

"Have a bath, baby?"

The boy nodded as if he understood my words. "But Mother has not taken a shower. Mother will take a shower first, yes. After that we play!"

I handed Rama into the arms of his nanny.

"Ray, are you home, Bi?"

"Yet, His. Says sir, he'll be home late, so the lady won't have to wait for him."

"Oh, so…"