That boy is my wife!
The kangen?

Today I saw the weather seem cloudy from behind the office glass. In addition, one by one the descending spots began to turn into drizzle before finally turning profusely.

I who was still busy with the pile of files that were hanging on the table just exhaled slowly. Just feeling bored. Moreover, today I am overtime myself.

Ah, fates. Because yesterday I canceled a meeting with Mr. Richard, I got the rubber today.

"Excuse me sir" said Gisel from the doorway.

I think he's gone home early like the rest of the employees. Apparently, the girl was still faithfully waiting for her boss out of the office anyway. Really, exemplary employee.

"You haven't come home yet, Cell?" ask me to go back, did not discuss his words earlier.

I see, Gisel shook his head slowly while scratching the base of his nose uneasily. "Yet. Eum, today Mr. Ferdi is overtime, huh?"

"Yes. Employees often overtime boss never occasionally. It's not fair, the name."

Gisel laughed softly. After that, he looked back at me bashfully.

"Do you want me to make coffee, before I go?"

I was silent for a moment, thinking about Gisel's offer just now. Besides being able to prevent drowsiness, a cup of coffee is also suitable to be a friend and drink in the rain like this.

It's just, I don't think I need it right now. I don't know since when, I started to limit those caffeinated drinks and also cigarettes.

"No need, later if I want I can do it myself anyway, Cell."

I rejected her carefully, as much as possible not to hurt her heart. Gisel who heard my rejection just nodded slowly, then left after saying goodbye.

I can't believe overtime today is taking a lot of time. I thought it would be finished before midnight. Can only wipe the top of the head lethargic, when glancing towards the watch that has shown at 01.00 in the morning.

Crazy, I'm overtime what does a horse do?

Immediately, after signing the last file I started packing. Tidy up the files scattered on the table, then put the laptop into the briefcase.

On the way home, the streets of the city were quite quiet. Although there are still some vehicles passing by, but the current is not as dense as when morning arrives.

Along the way, my eyes only saw lights lined up as lighting. It made me feel like I wanted to get home and meet the family, especially the demon boy. Ah, Jiya must have been sleeping well by now.

Where would he bother waiting for my return, to accidentally fall asleep on the sofa, kayaking in a soap opera of flying fish. It feels really impossible, for a model boy like Jiya.

However, all day do not meet and bacot with Jiya. Instantly made me feel that something was stuck in my heart. It is like black coffee without sugar. Bitterer.

"Well, I miss that demon boy?" my own monologue, then drive again.

Almost two o'clock in the morning, finally my car arrived at the front of the house. Hurry up, I have the security guard posted to open the gate.

Don't know what, if I've broken down. Fortunately, tomorrow is the weekend, so you can go until noon. Yipiii!

Unfortunately, when I want to get in the car into the trunk. The place has been filled first with black sedan cars. Inevitably, I relented and parked my car in the mouth of the trunk only.

"Whose car, sir?" ask me after getting out of the car.

"Sorry Den, I don't know because of the night watch. Perhaps, Ujang who shifts morning until afternoon knows."

I was just a mangosteen, responding. Then immediately go to get into the house. But again, my steps stopped.

This time I stopped right at the entrance doorway, when my eyes accidentally saw the figure I hated most present in the midst of this family. Moreover, he shamelessly sat near Jiya while occasionally teasing her shamelessly.

Aish, it really hurts the eyes.

"Om Ferdi, when is Om coming home?" jiya asked who was aware of my presence apparently.

I see, the boy immediately got up from his seat. Then walked quite hastily towards me who was still standing still in the doorway.

Which immediately made all pairs of eyes now turned towards me. No exception, that guy.

"Hi, Fer. How are you?" I guess you care. Which I immediately replied with a slow whistle.

"I thought Om Lukman forgot the house, it was still able to go home too" I replied coldly.

My uncle just chuckled. Then, act as if my talk just now was just the wind then. Really, the face of the wall.

Momi and Daddy who were there too, could only be quiet. No, not because I don't care. It's just that, they've been used to seeing me and Om Lukman who always clash because of different opinions and characters from before.

In any case, me and Om Lukman are like water and oil. Can never be combined.

"By the way, there's a wind what Om Lukman suddenly came home from. Not because it takes money anymore, right, make gambling with girls?" I said spontaneously printed by Daddy.

"Ferdi, since when, are you so insolent? After all, he's also your Om, be polite a little."

I looked at Daddy's eyes indifferently for a moment, before turning my eyes towards Om Lukman who was now sipping his coffee. Really, shameless.

"Hhh, polite? For what, Ferdi was polite to model people like him. Om Lukman never really, respect Grandpa and Daddy as a family. What he has is bothering you and continues to be a burden. So what's still pantes, make Ferdi polite to him?" I said frankly, making Daddy lose words to reply.

I was fed up with the atmosphere in that place. I finally decided to immediately step away towards the room on the second floor. Of course, by dragging Jiya's wrist to follow her also left the place.

Jiya herself did not protest. The boy followed, though with a look filled with confusion.

Arriving at the room, I immediately dropped my ass on the bed. Then, loosen the tie ties that feel so wrapped around the neck with the right hand.

I didn't even care about Jiya's curious gaze from earlier. Until unconscious, when the head of the rese boy suddenly appeared from under the floor, looking at my face that was looking down because of a lot of thoughts.

"Don't fight first, I'm not in the mood anymore." I said, turning my face the other way. Hurriedly cut off the eyes of us who had met earlier.

"Well, Jiya also has no intention of fighting!" ngegas. Makes me turn my head back, to look at him.

"Continue?"

"Jiya misses Om Ferdi, satisfied?" he said fast, which made me instantly sculpt for a moment.