Son Kos At Home Next door, My Husband's Affair
Not Want to Kiss

The morning air was soothing. I rolled the blanket closer and closer my eyes, not wanting to immediately move and stick with Mas Radit.

"Darling." whispered Mas Radit hugging myself, peeping at my cheek.

"Cold Mas." I whine.

"Don't whine or I'll be late going to the factory." she tightened her arms, it's only been a few hours that we rested, I'm still very sleepy.

If Mas Radit has to go to the factory, it means I have to go to the office today. "Who did you go to the factory with?" ask me to open my eyes.

"Juna, and Ricko" she answered, still closing her eyes.

"Oh, I think it's the same Clara?" playing fine feathers around Mas Radit's lips.

"It's better if you're both men. There's Ricko."

"He doesn't sprain anymore, does he?" ask me.

"No, it's better. But..."

"But what?" i wonder.

"Yesterday Clara was angry, screaming to fire Ricko."

"Why?" ask me more and more curious.

"For his sons cry." replied Mas Radit, peeping at my old cheeks.

I hugged Mas Raditku tightly, not thinking about Mas Ricko's business. Besides, I don't have anything to do with them anymore. Mas Radit has freed me from all hassle, heartache, and sadness.

My job now is just one, be a good wife to Mas Radit, and hope I get pregnant soon.

That is my hope every time I see the handsome face of Mas Radit, our son must be beautiful and handsome because his father is the perfect man in my opinion. I feel like my time is always lacking when I'm with him. I want us to be together always.

"Honey, later you can go home first, Mas is afraid to go home too late in the afternoon" said Mas Radit when we had entered Papa's office.

I nodded, holding my husband's hand proudly.

"For Mister, Ma'am." said Juna who was ready.

"For Juna, has Ricko arrived yet?" ask Mas Radit.

"It seems like sir, surely he will not forget, soon we will leave" replied Juna politely.

We entered my room. Take some files and get ready to go to the factory. I drove my husband to the front of the office. I saw the car was ready Juna.

"Darling, don't forget to eat and go home not too late." Mas Radit's message, hugging me, peeping my forehead and cheeks, as well as my lips. Ah. I'm embarrassed but enjoy it, proud.

"Mas too, don't come home at night, I miss." I whine spoiled.

"Yes." he peeked at me again, then he got in the car.

"Be careful" I said, my husband nodding.

not a second did my Mas Radit get in the car. Clara came in a hurry and got straight into the car. I'm surprised, isn't Mas Ricko leaving?

"Wait!" I pointed at Clara, to stop opening the door, I couldn't accept dong, she was sitting next to my Mas Radit.

"What's wrong?" ask Clara's upset.

"It's not that Mas Ricko is leaving, is it you?" look at the woman who later got caught bad, she was not worthy at all to believe, especially to be close to my husband.

"I'm boss! It's none of your business I'm leaving or Ricko is leaving." cynically, carelessly looking at me.

"Oh.. Of course it's my business if you suddenly leave and want to sit near my husband." I pointed at Clara again.

"Weird basis." he said, he immediately got into the car, he actually sat next to Mas Radit and it made my blood rise even higher.

"Get out!" I approached the car door, pointing at Clara fiercely.

"Let's go say!" my screams again made Juna look at Clara. Unlock the door. Inevitably Clara opened the door, also Mas Radit came out to approach me.

"Sir, call Mr. Ricko." I told the security guard who had been staring at me since.

"Good ma'am." she rushed into the office.

"You jealous?" he smiled at me.

"Yes, I don't believe in your rich female! But if you want to go, why not use your own car?" my cynicism, do not want to lose and do not want to be cheated.

"Dear." Mas Radit hugged me, he calmed me down.

"I don't want you to go with him!" I glanced at Mas Radit.

"Mas doesn't agree either." she replied, hugging and peeping my head.

"Sorry, what's wrong?" Ricko came with a confused face.

"You went to the factory with my husband." I said arrogantly, I could see Clara's disbelieving face with my orders.

"But..." Ricko glanced at Clara.

"You're nothing San, I'm also the leader and have the right to go!" angry Clara.

"Not my husband!" I have completely forgotten how to speak well in the presence of all my subordinates.

"Ricko, as planned the three of us are gone." Radit spoke up. Makes me smile winning hearing it.

My lyrics Clara snorted annoyedly, let it go, the important thing is I managed to keep away the jackfruit maggots who had clearly behaved. Don't let me lose my Mas Radit. I did not forget that I also dated Mas Ricko, meaning he still wants to sleep with Mas Ricko who is clearly dating me.

"Dear." Radit kissed my forehead twice before leaving.

"Then be ashamed." Clara walked half-stomping her feet, entering with the gaze of the employees who suddenly gathered.

"Please go back to work." I ordered my men. Of course they just nodded obediently, no one dared to look at me.

"Mom." Linda called me, come into my room.

"Sit down." I say.

He looked me in the face, and he was somehow surprised by what had just happened.

"What's wrong?" ask me.

"Ah, hemm.." he was misbehaved from staring too long into my face.

"You feel like I'm overreacting, huh?" I laughed a little.

"No, just a little tense" he answered opening the file he was carrying.

"You know, when you've ever felt betrayed, it's hard to trust anyone including new people, or even the closest people. Suspicion will always make you alert, afraid of loss and afraid to repeat the same events. It will never go from your heart, I don't like it but that's how I feel."

Linda just listened to me. I think he's trying to digest what's happened to me from the past to the present.

"That betrayal really drains patience. And after your anger explodes, the next day you will repeat it, it is difficult to control it. Even the most patient person can turn scary when they've experienced it."

"Then Miss Clara?" ask Linda at the end.

"He's the past of Mas Ricko, my ex-husband" I replied as I reached for the file Linda had filed.

"It's better not to trust Ms. Clara too much" Linda said suddenly making my forehead wrinkle.

"You mean?"

"Gee. emmm. Ma's... I meani. He's not a good person." Linda replied nervously. But I don't think it's specific, I'm sure Linda knows something so she'd dare to talk to me.

One thing I believe in, Clara doesn't like me!