The Imperfect Story
Chapter 2

*Learn to be grateful for what you have. Before the world teaches you to be sincere about what has gone* .

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Zaskia came into the house after taking Zayn away from school as usual. Then he sat back down to eat his breakfast the next morning.

The left hand that is busy holding the phone is also the right hand with the task of holding bread that has been smeared with chocolate jam.

Before long, Kia called someone, "I asked for her meeting in the afternoon, yes. Because I'll be late." Kia. After getting the desired answer, Kia decided on the call.

Ismail was seen who was about to descend hastily from the top floor to the bottom with a lazy face. But it was stopped to approach Kia because her activities are still busy with her mobile phone.

"Kia, where did you put my black shirt?" asked Ismail from above with a little scream so that his voice could be heard up to the dining room.

"Black shirt?" Zaskia asked while thinking. Then put down his phone and looked at Ishmael from a distance.

"Yeah, not yesterday I asked for a black shirt. Where, above is not." Ishmael asked curtly down the stairs to Zaskia who was still sitting at the table.

"Bak Asih." call Kia lazily.

"Yes Kia's mother, what's wrong?" Maak Asih asked from the direction of the kitchen was immediately approaching Kia.

"Please get me a black shirt for Papa Zayn huh. Actually it was in the closet, only he did not see and did not want to run." circus Kia glanced at Ismail lazily.

"Okay Kia's mother, wait a minute I find her." Maam Asih started to climb the stairs about to go to their room.

"Oh, yes mba. After that, iron all his shirts. Make sure there are no folds. I don't want someone to do it again. I'm lazy to argue today!" added Kia before Asih mbak really far away. His mood began to fade suddenly.

"Look at you this. As if giving orders, I also have to look for when you are lazy to look. I'm not your maid, okay?" kia said by putting on a careless face when Asih's madness was no longer visible.

"But you're 'my wife', right?" refute Ishmael by emphasizing the word wife.

"Continue?" tanya Kia turned the lazy eyeball in response.

   Unwilling to add to the burden of the brain due to the quarrel, Kia took her bag, mobile phone and car keys and rushed away leaving Ismail who clenched her hands holding in anger.

   Ismail looked at the family photo printed large in the family room. A picture of her with Zaskia and Zayn smiling.

   The image of a peaceful family is peaceful, full of love and affection. Now all drowned in hope. No more the light of love as before.

   Ismail reached into his pocket to pick up a rectangular, flat smart object from inside. Ismail saw an incoming message from a green application in the smart object. A message from a contact named Judge.

"All documents are ready. Except for the documents that need to be signed." the corner of Ismail's lips was lifted. A smile that cannot be interpreted with the word 'good'.

"Sir, which black shirt? This or this?" tanya mbak Asih when down carrying two hangers of black shirt with different models.

"Whatever you have, which I will still wear." Ismail indifferently went straight up to want to go back to his room.

"Hem.. If you know that I don't have to be tired nyari." muttered Asih in the heart. Then continue his activities.

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"Have you finished the file I requested yesterday?" ask Ismail without replying to James.

"Already, sir. I'll also make a copy of seven." James looked at the printer who was working hard to print the writings.

"Good, make sure it's not wrong in the details!" ishmael's word and James's.

"May there be no mistake sir." James said softly as he saw Ishmael begin to look at Zaskia who was busy in his room, the left hand holds the phone while the right hand opens some files in front and the mouth is busy answering the interlocutor on the phone.

Ishmael immediately entered his room, leaning on his seat of greatness. Staring at the dead computer screen that reflected his face grin.

Tok..

"Sir Ismail. Here is the document you requested. I prepared yesterday." Riska came with a map.

"Oh, thank you." Ishmael looked at the map.

"Wait." said Ismail when Riska was holding the doorknob to get out.

"Yes sir, is there anything I need to do again?" Riska turned around and then approached her superior again.

Ismail opened his desk drawer and took a blue map from it. Then give it to Riska.

"Please give this document to Mother Kia. Ask him to sign the part I marked with the pen. If he asks, just tell him it's for a presentation this afternoon." Ismail said. Riska also agreed without asking let alone open the map.

Tok..

Riska went into the CEO's office.  Zaskia was still busy with calls that kept ringing.  Out of nowhere, Riska doesn't know.

"good. So you want me to call their Company?" ask Zaskia to the caller.

"Oh no, that's the problem. I know the printing's starting next week. What if I.." Zaskia did not continue, as Riska thrust out a document in front of her.

"Sorry Kia's mother, Ismail asked Kia's mother to sign this document. Here ma'am." said Riska showed me the place to sign. Because it was busy, Kia finally signed the origin just like that without asking.

Finished doing his job, Riska handed over the map and returned to his room to do the task that should be done.

Zaskia hurried out of her room, it seemed like there was something important to be done. Seeing this, Ishmael pursued and said.

"Don't forget, we have an important meeting this afternoon." Zaskia simply nodded and passed. That's how Zaskia, who in the office is so professional that she forgot her status as a wife and just insists she is a CEO here.

Ishmael fell silent and shook his head, staring at his wife, who had gone so far as not to be seen again. The shadow of the past when proposing to Kia also flashed.

"I'll be the best wife to you. I will always love you. And remain faithful to you at all times." The words were clearly ringing in Ishmael's ears. 

"Ah, that's right. She even forgot that I was her husband." decak Ismail while leaning his body on the chair. It's so shiny.