The Boss' Wife
Ch - 38 Spanish Guitar

"Thank you baby, everything is in order." said Ms. Sari when we finished eating. Actually I'm not all cook, helped Bi Tanti with Ibu Sari.

Oma Farra hasn't come out of the room to eat yet, maybe I'm still here.

"Yes ma'am, you're welcome. Oh yeah, Falisha didn't come home, did Mom?" puraku knows nothing.

I seem to be enlisting again as a celebrity to the company.

"Abyan, Falisha and Dad didn't come home. They eat at work." explained Ms. Sari.

I really want to ask, why Mas Abyan can sleep in an apartment not at home with you guys? But it doesn't feel good to be with Mom, to Falisha.

"Mom's just at home?"

Her smile. "Mother at home, I can't work, just like Abyan, who told you to stop for a few months. Later often to here, if you want to move all together." explained Mother.

"Yes Ma'am, I'm with Mamas." because where is he, that's where I am.

Seeing that the wall clock was already half twelve, afraid that I would be late to meet Falisha, not yet stuck on the road. "Mom, I'm leaving first huh." stand up.

"Where are you going, Ra?" follow standing.

"Two hours I have an event at the hotel celebrating my best friend Mika's birthday. Afraid of getting stuck in the street." I answered honestly, only Falisha I didn't say, danger that Mom and the others knew.

"Oh, a minute." Ibu Sari walked towards the kitchen preparing something. Not long carry the container like a stock.

"Son, can't you bring this." give it to me. "Come by Abyan's office, for a second. You've never been there."

"All right, ma'am, to Mas Abyan's office deliver this?" lift me up that container.

"Who can't, I'm mad at them?" her smile.

"Shy ma'am." Look at the other employees. I'll be in the spotlight of their vision. Oh yeah, I'm wearing a mask, okay. When will I see my husband working perfectly.

"Not to be ashamed, Mother was also first so. Now it's normal, later that you take Mr. Aman a private driver here, he will talk to the security there to show Abyan's room, all of you to the hotel" he explained.

"Yes ma'am." I replied.

Walking to pick up the paper bag, which was placed on the living room table, while Ms. Sari spoke to the housekeeper, probably preparing a car to drive me to Mas Abyan's office.

"Let's go, kid, you're ready in front" he said, taking me out of the house.

Shake hands to Mom. "Greetings to Oma, I'm sorry I made Oma angry" explained me who was kind enough to apologize first, even if someone else did something wrong.

"Yes dear." she hugged me.

It could be, at my mother's house. Mas Abyan moved here.

Huuf!

"I'll go first, Mom. Assalamualaikum."

"Yes, Son. ." atalaikumussalam."

Walking towards the car, the door was opened by Mr. Driver.

I'm like a rich man, serving a gini. When else try to try to be a bear, even though my husband is rich.

"Mother's chest." waved at Mother Sari who was still standing in front of the terrace.

"Dada.." he waved back.

Packs and paper bags, I put them on the side.

"What's his name?" I rebuke the Driver.

"Aman Sunarto, Non." he replied kindly.

"How long has Mr Aman been working as a driver here?" want to know me while familiarizing yourself. Who knows if fired as a ghost and grandchild, turned into a household assistant, so if accepted my laughter in the heart.

"Ten-year street Non! I worked here for a long time." obviously.

"Do you have a wife and children?" I ask you again who is happy to hear the story of Mr. Aman.

"Oh it's Non, three kids! One male, both female. Now that the boy wants to go to college, his sisters are still in high school." explained Mr. Aman who told a happy story explaining his small family.

The car turned out to have arrived in front of the company, the height of the building looked up, it turned out to be close to home.

"In a moment, Non, I'm out first."

"Yes sir."

Mr. Aman got out of the car, spoke to the security for a bit, he opened the door. I put on the mask just got off. Honestly, my heart was checking up at the hospital, the beat didn't know the direction.

"Yes sir, please help" I said kindly.

Seeing Mr. Aman. "So wait a minute, I'm just going in here." lifting up the food.

"Okay, Non." she replied directly.

Following Mr. Security in, seeing here and there is so crowded. My gaze is on the working woman, her average clothes. Hijab can be counted on the fingers.

"Show me where the floor, I can go there alone" I told Mr. Scurity.

"Oh Mother took the elevator, top number. Take the elevator over there." Show it the elevator at the end of the hallway.

"Oh yes sir, thank you very much."

"Yes ma'am alike" he said smiling.

Walk slowly towards the elevator, pressing the button that was directed earlier. Door closed, elevator up.

Ting!

Get out of the elevator, see there is only one room, said the President director I read.

Outside there is no one lonely, usually if in the movies tuh his assistant outside.

Maybe lunch or take a quick rest? It'll be employee break hours, too.

Try calling Mas Abyan first.

Opening the bag, taking the phone, pressing the screen with Mas Abyan number I wrote.

Putting the phone in your ear. Not lifted, once again, still not lifted.

I have entered, at most I was considered presumptuous, in lectures, in anger and others.

Slowly opening the door, first glance, seeing two people making love on a dark brown chair, really do not believe me.

The man, Mas Abyan, was sleeping there, with his suit and buttons on the top having been opened around two clothes buttons.

On it was a long-haired beautiful woman, with a black subordinate short skirt almost her buttocks visible. The coat that opens the shoulder limit, the interior is white with a rope width of a day, the watermelon right on the face of Mas Abyan.

Mas Abyan's hand held the fruit, the other held the waist of the girl.

I swear it's like watching a blue movie live streaming.

I slowly walked in like a burrow, still looking in their direction.

Mas Abyan and the woman also looked at me, without moving a single bit.

Slowly placing the food container on the table, my smile offered. "This is the food." Just lift a little long dress, fortunately my leggings cover my feet perfectly, with sneakers that make it easier for me to move.

Run as hard as I can. Everywhere if the wife sees a cheating husband must be angry, snapped, even the perpetrator in the fight, while I am like a person who is being caught maling company data.

Closing the door quickly pressed the elevator button, my heart would escape seeing Mas Abyan do just that. The Spanish guitar was apparently a toy of Mas Abyan, not a domestic guitar. The elevator opened running back as hard as I could, the person I hit, could only say sorry to them. Many people looked at me, with confused faces.

Mr. Aman's car, I'll open it immediately. "Snake off, I'm late." The reason I want to go as soon as possible. If there is a doraemon door can immediately move places, use it only.

"Yes Non!" the way went leaving the company.

Looking back, it turned out that the scurity was chasing me. I swear I made a fuss earlier, God did not expect Mas Abyan like the others.

The phone rings great. Saw it was Mas Abyan who called.

Lift it up, right? Just keep ringing, my heart is beating so fast. My hands are shaking, I'm holding a cell phone.

Finally I decided to pick up Mas Abyan's phone, with a breath. "Hello Mas." I said casually.

"Why go?"

Yes I'm leaving, time has to see you guys until you're done rocking zumba.

"That's it, I'm late. Sorry to bother you, because I already called Mamas not in lift, just between food from Mom only, do not mean anything else."

"Came-on"

"Udah first, Mas, I have a job" I said immediately cut off Mas Abyan's conversation and turned off the phone.

My breathing is irregular, maybe Mr. Aman is confused by my changed attitude.

Deserve Mas Abyan used to be near women, it turns out beyond satisfied apparently by the Spanish guitar.

Seriate...