Should I Share a Husband
The Anxiety of the Child

Ajeng thought for a moment, after ten minutes he finally decided if he was willing to cooperate with Luthfan.

"Master is serious?" ask Luthfan reassuringly.

"Seriously sir." Ajeng replied smiling as he nodded his head.

"Alhamdulillaah I'm happy with it. Then I will prepare my best dress design. hopefully selling sweet. About the division of results. We'll talk about it later." said Luthfan.

"That's let Mr. Luthfan just chat. I'm good." replied Ajeng.

"Alright if it wants to be Ma Ajeng. But by the way I'm thirsty." she said as she touched the front of her neck.

Ajeng gasped "Jeez. Sorry sir, I forgot to get a drink. For a moment sir, I'll get you a drink first." said Ajeng who was not feeling well. He immediately got up to get a drink.

Luthfan was not really thirsty, but still wanted to be there. Because there is no more discussion, so choose to pretend thirsty.

"Please drink sir, once again sorry" said Ajeng.

"No papa ma'am. Just relax." replied Luthfan. He also had to drink the drink.

"Bu Ajeng here who's the same. I mean, not with Hasna?" ask Luthfan.

"What did you call him?" ask Ajeng.

"Now I call her by name only on Hasna's own wishes, she says I feel like I'm a mother, because I'm not married. So just call me name. that's what he said." said Luthfan made Ajeng chuckle, but soon his hands shut his mouth.

And it was a success that made Luthfan stunned to see that last laugh.

"Sorry" said Ajeng whose mouth was still closed.

"It's okay Mom, I like to see it." said Luthfan.

"What?" tanya Ajeng was a little surprised. So did Luthfan he gasped at what he said.

"I mean, I'm happy to see Bu Ajeng laughing." he said.

"Then I say yes. See you tomorrow" said Luthfan.

"Yes Sir. Thank you very much." reply Ajeng.

Luthfan got out and got in the car and left the place.

***

"Darling, you're busy tomorrow, aren't you?" asked Fiona approached her husband in the lounge who was doing tasks through a laptop, because it was when he had not been able to work at the office.

"Why is that?" yudha asked without looking at it. He stayed focused on the screen on his laptop.

"I ... Take you to my friend's birthday party. Can you?" ask Fiona.

"Sorry Fi, I'm doing a lot of work." Yudha replied.

"Please please, just this once you take the time for me." he explained.

"I can't Fi. The work is very important, I can not postpone it, because it is my responsibility." Yudha turned her head.

"Ohh okay! More important work than me. Is that?"

Yudha turned off her laptop, and looked at the face of the woman she thought was the most beautiful ex.

"What the hell are you talking about? I work for you too. What do you want me to do." explained Yudha.

"True, everything I want you to do, but can you just take a minute. I also need your attention." press Fiona.

"You're a CEO, aren't you in that office? You shouldn't be that busy. You can ask the secretary to handle your work first. Why do you sit in that chair if you are still suspended with a job. The office is yours, right? Why don't you feel free to work in your own office." said Fiona irked.

"Fiona, who said the office was ... "

"Well, I'm tired of talking to you." Fiona cut off her husband's words. Then he entered his room and closed the door hard enough.

Other place. Luthfan Aqmar is making a pattern for the design of clothes that he will place in Ajeng's shophouse.

He did it very carefully.

"Hopefully with this, I can get even closer to you, after all this time I broke up with someone, my heart feels comfortable again when I meet you, my heart, you are not the only girl I have ever met. A bunch. And somehow my heart felt different when I saw you for the first time." he muttered and smiled and closed his eyes.

***

"Darling, how do you daydream?" ask Ajeng when he had just prepared his daughter's needs to go to school.

He approached and sat by his side.

"Qeera why? Let's tell the same story, Mother?" tanyanya while rubbing the top of her head.

"Qeera doesn't want to go to a bun school" she replied, then lowered her head.

"Why baby? Qeera's sick?" asked Ajeng while sticking his hand on his daughter's forehead. "But no papa. Qeera is not hot. Is Qeera dizzy?"

"That's not your mom." he hiss.

"Continue?"

"In the school there are those who say that Qeera has no father now" he said softly.

Ajeng closed his eyes, and sighed slowly.

"So there's something to say too! If mom is divorced dad. Divorce is what's bun?" ask Qeera. That kid is very smart. But the innocent and innocent side that is indeed an innate nature of children. certainly still exist.

'Allah ... What do I have to answer?' he said in his heart.

"Mother, anyway I don't want to go to school anymore" pressed the boy.

"Yes, son, I don't know if Qeera wants a holiday. Later mother call a private teacher yes." said the mother who was nodded by her daughter.

"Keep later if anyone says it's like that again. Qeera cuek, do not bother them, because they only know the outside, Qeera understand what mother means?"

Qeera nodded her head. "But mother! Do they know that Qeera's father is evil? That's why I said it." he asked.

"What did you say yesterday? Qeera remember? That Qeera's father wasn't evil. Dad is just being khilaf, so it is our duty to pray for him so that he quickly realized." Ajeng explained.

"Yes mother" he said lowered his head.

Ajeng did that because he did not want his daughter to continue to hate the father, because after all Yudha was his own biological parent.

Hasna is going to the office where Yudha works, because again, the worker there is ordering cosmetics and he himself will take her.

But by the time he arrived at the office. He must confront Yudha who accidentally met.

"You!" yudha. "Well, are you here? You're not spying on me, are you?" tanyakanya.

"Huh? Haha..." Hasna laughed at the question.

"Be quiet." joked Yudha. "How dare you design me. You don't know who I am in this office?" her tanyanya stared intently at Hasna who was even holding back a laugh.

"Yudhaaa Yudha, whatever I am spying on you for. Huh uh?" kekeh Hasna's. "I don't think there's any other work. And about who you are here. Does that matter? Definitely not." said Hasna.

"Why are you here if you're not spying?"

"You nanyaa?" kekeh Hasna's.

"You dare ya." Yudha snapped.

"Ohhhh, obviously brave, only a foolish man would choose that crazy woman" Hasna said.

"Take care of your mouth." said Yudha with hardened jaws. Then pushed Hasna's shoulder slightly off

Abian who saw it from a distance he approached them both.

"What's this?" ask Abian. "Yudh, you don't play rough like that, she's a girl."

"You don't know what the problem is. Ahh it is not important." replied Yudha. "And you." Yudha stared intently at Hasna. "It's best never to come here again. Cam is that!"

Yudha then stepped in leaving the two of them.

"Aren't you papa, mbak?" abian looked at the woman in front of him. But the one in the eye was staring back with admiration.

"Yes sir, no papa" she replied smiling and nodding her head.

"Then I say goodbye. Excuse me." said Abian and he entered.

Hasna was still stunned by the man who had defended her earlier.

"Cowok was really handsome ya aampuun." he muttered with a smile.