The Crack of a Heart
Is it really supposed to go?

A beautiful woman smiled at the waiter who opened the door for her. But the waiter just stared at him looking down from head to toe.

"The Danish is Bi?" tanyakanya. That woman is Amora. On a blind morning like this, he already showed me the nose in the Danish residence.

"Sorry Miss, Mr. Danish left last night and has not returned yet" the maid replied politely. But the look on the woman's face was immediately sour. His lips were intentionally scratched and then throbbed.

"Ck! yeah already have. I leave this for Danish," said Amora, hand-wrapped by the brown paper bag to the housekeeper.

The servant's hand was stretched out to receive Amora's hand. "Well Miss, I'll give it to you later."

"Okey, I'll go first." Amora turned around and set foot into the courtyard and left the Danish residence to drive her car back.

The door was closed again by the waiter. Suddenly just ...

"Well! Madam." The waiter was so surprised by the presence of Arifa who was now in front of him. Whether since when his mistress was there, he tried to catch his breath because his heart seemed to be almost released.

"Amora comes here often Bi?" arifa asked with her flat face. He tried his hardest not to look jealous.

When the waiter's breath was back to normal. He answered a question from the lady. "No Madam, I just saw her here. Back when you were going to make him a fiancee, he never came here at all" he said, staring at Arifa.

Because, since Arifa lived in this house, the servants always spoke in a state of head down. He does not like it like that, so as long as the person being spoken to does not make a big mistake, he urges to talk while staring.

Not because it was disrespectful, but Arifa was so unusual like that. For him everything in this big house is the same, only his duty alone distinguishes.

"Oh." Arifa nodded in understanding and left from the front of the servant to go to the guest room again.

"Madam, let me help you," the servant proposes to hasten his steps to catch up with the madam.

Arifa who was still a little restrained also refused subtly, "No need Bi, thank you .. I can walk alone anyway."

"Is that so, madam?" ask the waiter who doesn't believe.

Arifa nodded, "If the doctor says, I have to move a lot so that the muscles after surgery are not stiff. Anyway I also have to get well soon," he said later.

"The lady is great, yes, to have survived with Mr. Danish all this time. Though the Master was very cold and stiff," the servant continued. Without her saying anything, Arifa had already realized that.

The servant's words were only in response to a laugh from Arifa. "It's not that marriage should accept each other, right Bi?"

"Yes the madam was right, just like me .. until now still loyal to the husband, even though the man has been lying without life under a burrow," said the maid who suddenly became moody.

"Aunty, you mean dead?" ask Arifa to make sure. The waiter nodded his head in response. "I'm sorry Bi, I don't know. I'm so sorry, yes" he said again. This time the servant nodded with a smile.

"I am also very sorry Madam for the little one's departure" said the waiter. Hearing the word 'little one' his heart was filled again.

Arifa just took a long breath. "Losing is not good, Bi, empty" he said later. The tears that have been flowing since yesterday have dried up. He could not even cry anymore, which he had let out in silence for a few days.

Not felt, both of them had been in front of the guest room door. Arifa turned towards the servant beside her.

"Bi, please get some water. I want to take medicine" he said. The woman's body was still healing, her face still looked pale.

At the same time when Arifa held the door handle, Danish just entered the house. The woman heard her husband coming. But unfortunately the man chose to go directly to his room which was opposite the direction of the guest room without turning to his wife who was still standing at the door.

"Where are you from?"

The question of the voice he already recognized was able to stop his steps and then turn his head without turning around.

"It's none of your business!" firmly Danish then walked back towards the room. Meanwhile, Arifa's breathing felt heavy and tight.

"Why have you changed? why are you different? what wrong? why are you avoiding me now? is it because of the loss of our son that you became like this? is this all my fault? it's wrong to let our son go, which I don't want to?" Arifa monologued in her heart, entering the room and sitting on the edge of the bed.

Not long after, a knock on the door rang out from the front of the room, then it opened. A waiter appeared with a tray filled with a glass of water and approached Arifa.

"This is the mistress drinking it" said the waiter as he put the glass filled with water on the little nightstand.

"Thank you Bi." Arifa then smiled at the waiter.

"Together Madam." The waiter came out of the room while bringing back his empty tray. Arifa immediately took the drug according to the doctor's prescription.

When the door was closed again by the waiter and finished taking the medicine, Arifa grabbed the phone on the bed. He put someone's name on the phone.

It turned out that Farhan was the one he was going to call right now. The call was connected, but there was no answer. Arifa took a deep breath and put her phone back on the bed, then laid her body back down.

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Danish just got to the office. After that, he went home, changed his clothes and left without eating first. Do not eat, to say goodbye to his wife was not.

"Rinto to my room now!" danish orders while stepping foot when passing Rinto's desk.

The secretary stood up and followed the Danish from behind.

Brak!

Danish opened the door quite tightly, Rinto who was behind her showed a grimacing and scared expression.

"Message me to eat." Danish sat on his great chair and leaned his body there.

"What food do you want, sir?" tanya Rinto who then pulled out her phone.

"Food from the country of bamboo curtains. Just soon! I'm so hungry." Danish's face instantly turned fierce.

Rinto immediately ordered his food through the app. After that show the screen of his phone to Danish.

"Yes sir .. oh yes sir may I ask you something?"

... Connect ......