Should I Share a Husband
Small Box

Abian turned to Ajeng who was staring at the girl who was younger than him.

"You know what? I've been looking for you everywhere in amrik. We eat together, watch together. But apparently you are in Indonesia. Why not tell me if I want to go home?" eleena asked without caring about the woman who had been staring at her without blinking. With a slightly sharp look.

"Come on yuk?" take Eleena with you while reaching for Abian's hand. Instantly Ajeng let go of the girl's hand, making Eleena link her eyebrows together. Then turned to Abian asking for an explanation of who the woman who was standing next to him.

"Dear, know. It's Eleena. He was my friend when I was living in Amrik. And Eleena! I forgot to tell you, if I'm married, and this is Ajeng. My wife." Abian said with a smile while embracing her.

"Huh? Are you married?" tanya Eleena frowned while scanning Ajeng's appearance.

"Ajeng." said Ajeng as he reached out.

Eleena's eyes moved on the hand, and she accepted it. "Elene."

The two of them shook hands and stared at each other expressionlessly.

"Congratulations, you're the luckiest woman to marry, I think ... I will be married to Abian. Given our togetherness before." said Eleena spontaneously.

Abian could not stay there.he had to immediately go to avoid before Eleena.

"Sorry El, we have to go home soon. And help! Take care of your words just now, it could hurt my wife's heart. Excuse me." said Abian who did not like the presence of Eleena.

"Let's go, baby, we're the samperin who has this party, and after that we go home." invite Abian to reach for his wife's fingers because Ajeng had released his circle of hands when he heard some confessions from Eleena.

Ajeng followed her husband's steps without a smile at all like the first time they both entered.

They approached Alisya, Abian's birthday friend. Congratulations like everyone else in general. After that give a gift, then before long, finally Abian permission to go home with the reason not feeling well, even though because the wife who was suddenly silent.

They also stepped towards the door to get out.

Eleena stared at the departure of those who were getting away.

Inside car. Ajeng did not look at her husband at all, he continued to look straight.

"he said he had no ex. But not having an ex can be that close as a person who is dating." Ajeng chirped without wanting to look.

"Sa-s"

"She is beautiful anyway! No wonder you were ever interested in her." she continued without giving her husband time to talk.

"Sa-s"

"Eat together, watch together, what try." again Ajeng cut off her husband's speech.

Abian took a heavy breath and took it out slowly.

"Darling, it's not what you think! Okay I say, I once walked alone and watched with him, but only a friend no more. Please believe me, after all, that was when I lived abroad. Now I have you, why think of things that are not important." said Abian grabbed Ajeng's hand and kissed him.

"But maybe the girl is putting her heart on you Mas, you're the one who's not aware, so don't get too close to any girl."

"As for that, I don't care dear, the important thing is that I never put my heart on her."

"But ... I remained jealous of Mas." Ajeng said turning his head with a pushy look. If she is jealous, she wants to cry.

"Yes, it's only natural that you're jealous, because that means a sign of love. And from now on stop thinking about the unimportant. Can you?"

Ajeng nodded his head. And Abian smiled and then kissed his forehead for a very long time. After that they went home.

***

The morning arrived, the couple was drying their hair again despite a little trouble last night, but lucky to be solved at that time.

"Darling, how many days do you usually have?" ask Abian who is neat with his office clothes.

"Depending on Mas, there are a week, there are more, there are even up to two weeks" Ajeng replied while reflecting on fixing the veil.

"Huh? That long? How many days do you usually have your period?"

"Even up to a week more, at least yes ... Five days."

hearing his wife's words, Abian took a heavy breath.

"What the hell is it? Ask about that?" kata Ajeng approached and grabbed her husband's hand to get out of the room.

"So, yesterday I couldn't afford to wait a week."

"Hhhh you are. I'm hungry, let's go down."

Then they both came out. And climb the stairs one by one after that sitting in front of the dining table.

All are ready and Qeera leads the do'a. After that, they enjoyed breakfast together.

"Sorry sir, today I want permission." said Ezhar when Abian just finished from breakfast.

"What's Ezhar? Is there something?" abian asked because Ezhar did not usually suddenly ask permission, usually in advance.

"My mother is sick! I'll bring my mother in for treatment. And just record my permission, a permit that you usually give two days a month. After two days, I'll be back here again" Ezhar said.

"All right! And ... This is please welcome for your mother's treatment. May your mother recover quickly" Abian said while handing over hundreds of thousands and ten pieces of money.

"Oh Allah sir, thank you very much." said Ezhar, smiling and receiving the money.

Haru because he has an employer like Abian. Besides good, but also generous.

The man was very fond of everyone who was there and out of the house.

So did Qeera, he got permission to go to school. After that, go out with the babysitter.

"Mas, I didn't bring you lunch today? I want to do shopping at the shophouse. And after that, I want to see Haris to make a transaction" Ajeng said.

"Yet not yet?" ask Abian.

"Yet, yesterday I met just about everything else. I'll be accompanied by Zia again."

"It's up to you. But ... If you feel tired, just rest at home. Do not work anymore, you will have employees, you only need to monitor doang, do not need to go there every day. It's nothing, I don't want you to be too tired" Abian said, holding his hand.

"I love you too" Abian hugged her back as well.

After a long embrace. Finally Abian got out and got into his car.

While Ajeng back in to clean up the house first, because he has not found ART.

***

Ajeng and Zia, waiting for Haris to arrive. They made a pact at a cafe. Before long Zia's permission to go to the toilet. At that time Haris also entered the cafe. And immediately saw Ajeng who was waiting for his arrival.

"Have you waited a long time?" tanya Haris stood in front of Ajeng. Then sit.

"Lumayan sir." answered Ajeng.

They also sipped drinks in advance that had been ordered by Ajeng. However Ajeng suddenly choked while gulping at him.

"Bu Ajeng didn't papa?" ask Haris. Then take a tissue and give it to Ajeng.

But at that moment, Hasna entered and her gaze was immediately fixed in the direction where Ajeng was.

"Ajengs? It turned out to be true, he was playing apparently in the back." he murmured slowly. Then grab the phone and take a picture.

Not waiting for anything else, Hasna immediately approached the two of them.

Proks

Proks

Proks

A clap was heard from Hasna's hand that was already standing before them. Make both look.

"Baguuusss. So this is your real behavior Ajeng, if behind your husband." said Hasna while raising one corner of her lips.

"You mean?" tanya Ajeng stood up.

"Ajengs..... Ajeng, you really deserve to be a cheap woman, you serve here and there. Not satisfied with your husband?" maki Hasna with a cynical smile.

"Hasna, why are you always so bad about me?" jakak Ajeng shook his head.

"Hhhhh don't want to do it either." - timpal Hasna.

"Whatever, I'm tired of serving you. Now you go, what are you here for, a waste of my time." said Ajeng a little emotional, he was tired if he had to argue again with him.

"All right, I'm going. And ... I'll make sure your husband will be very angry if he sees all this." Hasna said and passed from the front of Ajeng and did not eat there, he chose kaluar from the cafe.

Hearing that, Ajeng did not care much. Because she believed in her husband.

"Who is she Ajeng?" ask Haris in astonishment.

"Forget it sir. It doesn't matter!" ajeng and Zia returned from Toliet.

Then they immediately talked about financing on the finished building.

Hasna got in the car. Intended to send the photo to Abian. But alas, his number had been blocked by the man.

"Damn it. use block everything." said Hasna.

Because I can't send it on my phone. Hasna also printed the photo through her phone by coming to the place where the photocopy asked her to be printed. And finally the photo was.

Hasna looked at the photo while commenting on the smile. Then he told the counter-waiter to wrap it up.

After it was over, Hasna headed for Abian's office. He also came down. But there is no way he who loves directly the small box containing the photo.

It just so happened that a little boy passed by. Hasna called the little boy.

"Son, would you please give this to the security guard, right? And say this for Abian sir. But don't tell me it's from aunty" Hasna said, handing over the little box and giving it some money.

"Yes aunty" said the little boy and accepted. He ran towards the security guard.

"The security guard, this is said for Mr. Abian. Please do you love me?" said the little boy.

"Who are you from?" ask Dibyo.

"Don't know. He said it was a secret." The boy ran away.

"Have it, just give it yo." whispered Darman.

Dibyo also entered the room owned by his superior. Arriving in front of the room, Dibyo knocked on the door.

"Yes in" said Abian from the inside.

Dibyo opens the door and enters.

"What's Dibyo?" ask Abian.

"Sorry to disturb you sir. I was told to give this to you." replied Dibyo bowed politely. Showing a small box.

"From who? What'sthat?"

"I don't know either, sir, this loving little boy, he said in secret."

Abian grabbed him and looked at him.

"All right, thank you." said Abian.

"Together sir, excuse me." said Dibyo.

Dibyo also came out of the room. Abian turned the little box over.

"Who are you?" abian said in his heart.