Savingswoman
17. Jealous

Farel heard Salsha in the car. A soft smile was etched on his face.

“How about if we go Honymoon?” Salsha looked at Farel with a twinkle.

Farel fell silent at Salsha's idea, according to which it was not bad.

“Good. Where are you going?” Farel said with eyes fixed on the streets.

Salsha could not help the overflow of pleasure in her heart. Soon he kissed Farel's cheek which made Farel aghast but, still smiling.

“You are the best. I want to go to itali.” Salsha looked at Farel expectantly.

Farel smiled, nodding his head in response. Salsha's happy voice filled the car.

Salsha could not cover the wide smile on her sweet lips. He hopes with the idea of a second honymoon, making their relationship stronger and lasting.

Farel stopped his car right in front of the cafe. Looking to the left right, measuring the area of the parking lot and the looseness of the place, he immediately run his car for parking.

“Please down princess.” Farel opened the car door for Salsha making Salsha blush in embarrassment.

“Farel, I'm shy.” Salsha covered her face with both of her hands.

Farel smiled looking at Salsha who was covering her face and remained in the car. He gently grabbed both hands that covered Salsha's already flushed face. He giggled amusedly.

“Already, don't be shy. Let's have lunch together.” Farel thrust his arm with a slight bow.

With a flushed face, Salsha grabbed Farel's hand and walked over. The two of them walked around cheerfully, even occasionally a giggling sound from Salsha because of the joke Farel made. Salsha is happy, and she hopes their happiness lasts forever.

“Please.” Farel pulls a chair for Salsha. Again Salsha was made anxious and confused with Farel's behavior. How could his love not get stronger with Farel? Farel had always respected her and made her feel like a queen.

“Thanks.” Salsha smiled full of haru.

They ordered their own food. The place on the second floor became their choice, because they needed a place of privacy. The place has glass barriers on every corner. If it looks dark outside, but not from inside. Visitors who booked the room can see the view from the outside, can even see clearly the activities of all those outside.

“Honey, try this.” Salsha thrusting a spoonful of sifut.

Farel was silent at the sight of the sifut. He is not allergic to sifut, but he does not really like sifut, can even be called disgust. However, in order to please Salsha he would hold back his disgust.

Salsha smiled looking at Farel who was chewing on the chiffon she was thrusting. His smile slowly faded when he saw the twitching on Farel's forehead as he swallowed the sifut.

“You why?” Salsha asked in a worried tone seeing the tormented Farel swallow sifut.

Farel tried hard to cover his tormented face. He really felt like he was swallowing dirt. He even held his tummy back as the food started to pass from his throat.

“It's okay. I just don't like sifut,” Farel said awkwardly.

Salsha frowned at Farel's words. Since when did Farel not like chiffon? As he recalled Farel included lovers of all foods including sifud.

“Open you sifut lovers?” Salsha asked carefully.

Farel who tried to relieve his nausea by drinking water stopped immediately hearing Salsha's statement. Since when did he like sifud?

“What do you mean? I have never liked sifud, before or now! not that you should have known.”

“Have time in Sumbawa you said you like sifud?” Salsha muttered softly.

Farel heard Salsha mutter, his eyes staring intently at the girl with the black netra. Since when has he been to sumbawa with Salsha? Even their vacation time during marriage or before marriage can be counted with fingers. Given their incredible busyness.

“Since when have we been to sumbawa?” Farel leaned his back against the chair. The carefree voice turned flat, as did his gaze.

Salsha stammered at Farel's flat tone. A distress signal rang in his head, he was sure Farel was in an angry fashion, and when Farel was angry it was not a good thing.

“Itu_” Salsha cannot continue her words. His mouth seemed to be locked remembering the fact Farel said. They never went to Sumbawa.

“Don't what you call a sifud lover is Max?”

Salsha stiffened at Farel's words. Memories of his association with Max soon filled his brain. The hand that held the spoon momentarily slipped away, inviting question marks and whistles from Farel.

Farel could guess if his words were correct. He knew Salsha. No need to hear the answer of his question he immediately knew from the gelagat Salsha.

“I go to the toilet first.” Farel got up leaving Salsha who was staring at him with a complicated look.

Farel stared at the reflection of his face on the glass of the toilet. He did not feel jealous of Salsha's relationship with Max, even he had forgotten the betrayal of them both. But somehow he felt everything he did seemed futile, especially his attempt to swallow the disgusting food.

Farel turned on the faucet, took the water with his big hands and scooped his face violently. After feeling refreshed Farel rubbed his face with a handkerchief that he always kept in his suit pocket. Staring at the reflection of his face once again, in the sense that it was appropriate immediately he went to leave the toilet.

His firm steps stopped suddenly. His brown net arranged a sharp figure that he was very familiar with duan with a man who had once made him careless. Raisya with the man who was with him in the garden.

“How dare he be alone behind me.” Farel hissed and stared intently at the figure in the corner of the cafe.

Farel chose a place to monitor the activities of the two of them, even Farel seemed to forget Salsha who was waiting for him with worry in a different room.

Farel's gaze grew sharper when he saw the man casually pinching Raisya's cheek. Farel's hands clasped tightly, even his muscles poking out.

Farel tried to move on to meet those who were there. His steps came to a halt when he remembered he had already decided to release Raisya. The clutter printed clearly on his face. What should he do now?

His eyes kept watching the couple's movements. Every sound of laughter brought about by the couple added a sense of heat to his chest.

“Excuse me sir.”

Farel snorted, annoyed with the servant greeting him. He stared intently at the maid with her hair in the high pigtail.

“You want to order what.” The servant tried to resist the fear of seeing Farel's sharp gaze.

Farel licked his upper lip trying to get rid of his annoyance. With a sigh he mentioned his order. He needs something fresh, so that his brain is not hot as well as his heart.

His eyes looked back at Raisya who was seen laughing cheerfully with the man. His teeth were grinding, his neck muscles were tightening, and his face was flushed. He cannot let go of Raisya, he will not let Raisya be freed from his snare with such ease.

Once upright Farel finished his drink. Seeing Raisya who was leaving, he also followed her to leave the cafe. Farel reached into his suit pocket and grabbed the device.

“Once in a while**g remains jal**g. Go home. I pull my words. Tonight I will meet you, get ready to serve me.”

Farel turned off his phone connection without waiting for a response from there. His footsteps left the cafe without hesitation. Already he decided to have Raisya whatever the risk.