
Rena woke up with puffy eyes. He didn't say anything. He kept the letter in his suitcase. Among the pile of clothes that have not been removed.
Rena went straight into the bathroom and she was going to work. He cannot just be silent. It needs to be busy.
Shortly after, he arrived at the office. Busy yourself with various files. She can outsmart her eyes with makeup. For now he will be silent.
Rena focused on her work, so that she did not miss lunch, she felt that her stomach would act. Open the drawer take the chocolate bar, and chew it.
Effective stomach stuffing.
"Because you haven't come home?" Ibrahim just arrived from the meeting, he's gonna put down the file. The man looked at his watch. At 7.
"Not Mr. Boss, want to melt" he said. "Indeed, there is a project that has not been resolved, do not let Raka nag because you are overtime" said Ibrahim.
"Project with Kulaza, FireJaw equals CircleOne"
"Isn't that for next month?"
"Yes Mr Bos—"
"Are you taking a vacation, huh? Take care of your health, do not drop during the holidays, Do not be too late, I go home first yes" Pamit Ibrahim.
"Thank you Sir"
Rena is busy doing her job. Vacation. Not thought but maybe.
A knock on her desk rolled Rena's eyes up. "Hi" The man in front of her.
"Oh Hi,"
"I brought dinner, surely you haven't had dinner yet, have you?" Rena scrunched her forehead.
"I just accidentally met Mr. Ibrahim, he was talking about you overtime, and I took the initiative here, am I interrupting?"
"Lamb fried rice" Rena can smell the aroma of spices coming out of the lunch box that Gani prepared for her.
"We have wrestled first" he said with eyes that glare at past events. They scramble the fried naai and wrap them in tortillas.
"Still inget, Thank you" said Rena received the food that Gani bought.
"And you ate my share, because you like it"
"Make your stomach sound because you're hungry, I'm sorry for my misbehavior"
"But you love me chocolate, you can make that noise" Rena's crisp laughter spread to Gani.
"Inhi enhak banghet" said Rena still chewing. "Yes no smell of prens" Rena scoops her flesh.
"I pesen also tomato soup, try, this is also delicious savory" Gani opened the package and put a box in the middle of them. Back to the smell of tomatoes. Rena sucked her gravy. Gani put the bread baget. To dyed into soup sauce.
Sweet salty taste with savory mixed into one. "Where's it good?" Rena nodded. Rena prefers sheep over goats. And somehow the middle easterners can always get rid of the smell of the prennials.
The spices used are also minimalist. But it can reduce its prenuous odor. And eaten with plantain, fried banana alisa is also delicious.
"Thank you Gani, you bothered to bring me dinner"
"No matter what, as much as I eat there is a cement" Gani cleaned up their empty eating place.
"Your job is done?" He asked as Rena also tidied up her things.
"Yes, enough for today"
"I'm taking you home?"
"I'm taking the car"
Arriving at Raka's house. Rena saw another car there. A car he didn't recognize. Rena parked her car next to the foreign car.
He got out of his car quickly. And thank Gani who delivered. Shortly after, Gani drove away from Rena's residence.
Dena walked into the house. He saw someone there, busy in the kitchen. Long black hair, Rena wanted to approach that person, but a heavy voice stopped her steps.
"You're coming home at this hour?" Said Raka who stared intently. Straightest. Chilly. Very inversely proportional to what Rena saw a few days ago.
"Slowly" he heard the water being turned off. The figure turned around to stare dislikely at Rena.
"Who is he? You brought your girlfriend here?" Flat Rena vocation. Rena's tired. The young girl did not introduce herself or say hello.
"Very unethical as the receptionist in your office" Rena no longer cared if her words offended.
Rena knew the girl was upset with her. "Bang!" But Raka raised a hand giving him a warning to keep the girl in place.
Rena stepped. He was tired and wanted to rest. "We're not done yet, Rena!" Raka's hand pulled Rena's arm.
Rena jerked her arm that Raka was holding. "Remember you too" he said sarcastically.
"Rena, please I'm busy, I have to—"
"Yes I already know from that jutek receptionist, you're overseas duty,"
"When you know why you're still angry?" Say lightly. Rena is really tired. He breathed a sigh.
"Hooo .. lest I do the same, I'll be allowed to my parents' house, and I'll travel through the buana. And don't come back, if I come back please welcome me, will you?"
"What do you mean?" Raka with his innocence or his stupidity. It feels like Rena's patience is being tested.
"Tell me, if you no longer want to continue this marriage, Bren gsek!"
"Let's take care of everything in order and I don't demand anything from you" said Rena to end the debate that will never end well.
"What do you mean!" Grumpily looking straight at Rena with giddiness.
"Already bang! You better get divorced"
"Who is this little Ja lang, you brought it from the club or massage parlor where is Raka?" Rena said not afraid of the haughty attitude of the girl who looked at her in disbelief. If you want to fight dirty mouth. Rena won't budge.
"Rena!" Pekik high tone Raka. Raka's eyes also lifted her hand. Rena closed her eyes. Raka no, hasn't hit him yet.
"Don't go too far" warned Raka. Rena looked into Raka's eyes boldly.
"You're wrong if I'm afraid of you Raka. You know me, don't you? The more you want to, the more I can do it."
"Siallan! Junk like saying to me ja lang!"
"Junk? Who exactly are you?"
"I'm your Husband's nephew!" The girl stared fiercely. There is a sense of arrogance when saying it. He thought Rena would feel guilty. You're wrong sweet girl, Rena wouldn't do that.
"Aahh .. You're the one who's supposed to say trash, money's still from parents right? Please teach me again that your nephew, Raka's manners, period, eleven twelve of his conduct is the same as your office receptionist, less ethical"
"Our rendezvous is not finished!" Shouted Raka.
"No self-knowledge" maki the girl.
Rena went into one of the rooms. He had moved all his belongings this morning to another room. Rena felt stupid when she found out what her husband was hiding.
Crying will not make you move forward. Because you're only with yourself. Weary.
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