The Prisoner Woman Mr. CEO
Part - 007

A few days have passed. Disha who started to be able to act ordinary again, had to be shocked again by the message he had just received from Iyan.

Iyan: Hey, Sweety ... Don't forget our promise today, yes! I love you.

Disha scrunched her forehead. Never once had Iyan called him 'Sweety'. It made Disha think again. Yeah, thinking about who Iyan called 'Sweety'.

After putting her phone in the bag, Disha resumed her activities, which is to prepare for college today. He did not want to take a headache with the message from Iyan, who either sent it wrong or indeed deliberately changed the call for him.

"Mom, I'm leaving first! Today, there's a class at ten. Maybe it'll be noon or late afternoon, I'll go home." Disha kissed the back of her hand and hugged her mother.

"Yes, Nduk. Don't worry about Mom."

After releasing each other's hugs, there was a horn sound from outside the house. Both of them turned their heads towards the door, which was open.

"You picked up Iyan, Nduk?"

"No, Ma. In fact, I haven't told you that there's a lecture day." Disha was a little upset, because he did not want to meet with Iyan.

Maryam smiled looking at Disha's expression. "Sir, don't be too shown your annoyance. Smile, Nduk!" Maryam stroking Disha's cheek.

Disha finally smiled. He walked outside to meet Iyan. Mary walked beside him.

"August, Ma ... Deck." Deck."

"At first, Son Iyan. Just look again, where have you been, son?"

After greeting Maryam, Iyan replied, "Emm ... About that, just ask Disha, Mom."

Mary looked at her daughter. "Why, Nduk?"

Disha was a little nervous. However, he still answered his mother's question. "It's okay, Mom. Yes, Mom, I'm leaving first. Ariston ... Come on, Iyan!" Disha walked towards Iyan's car, without looking back.

"We're leaving now, Dek?" Iyan asked after the two were already in the car.

"Hm ...!"

Getting such an answer, Iyan could only let out a lethargic breath. He knew his heart was upset. So, Iyan chose to be quiet, without asking her to speak again.

On the way, Disha wanted to ask Iyan something. But, he still felt annoyed at Iyan, when he remembered the message this morning.

"Mas, I'd like to ask you something. Please answer honestly!" said Disha, without looking at Iyan. His gaze was fixed forward.

Iyan glanced over, then focused on driving back. "Ask what, my dear?"

"Who are you calling 'Sweety', Mas? Is that Sisca?" Disha, still with her gaze straight ahead, but on her back was a slanted smile from her lips.

"I'm not a kid or a plain teenager who's easy to fool, Mas!" connect Disha.

Iyan glanced at Disha. "M-mak-you mean what, Deck?" Iyan became nervous and slowed down his car. He chose to pull over first.

"What's up, Dek? why are you?" Iyan tried to ask in as gentle a tone as possible.

"Kok early in the morning already pouting anyway? smile dong...!" Iyan cupped Disha's face. It made the two of them look at each other. Then, Iyan pulled both corners of Disha's lips with her two index fingers.

Disha then brushed off Iyan's hand. "Not pretend to be sweet, Mom!" Disha shows his phone that has opened the green color application.

Written there, Iyan's name and the contents of the chat according to Disha, it was not a message for him. "Mas, misdeliver, hmm?" Disha tilted her head, staring intently at Iyan.

Iyan was still calm by returning Disha's gaze and replied, "Not wrongly sent, Dek. That message is for you."

"That's it. We have a promise, Dek. We want to go to—" replied Iyan while rubbing his nape. The sentence was paused, because Disha cut it off.

"To where? When are we chatting, Mas?" Disha further cornered Iyan.

"Mas Iyan'll never tell you since we got home from the bookstore that time."

Iyan played his finger that was already stuck on the wheel of the car again. "Don't want to tell you anything, Dek. But, you yourself also never asked the news Mas' right, Dek?"

Disha shook his head slowly and clucked. "I guessed it. Yes, I have, Mas. Thanks for the show this morning!"

Iyan also chose not to answer and returned to drive a car. Among them Disha up to the university, where the idol studied. Without saying anything, Iyan still did something special for Disha, which was to open the car door.

However, Disha had already opened the car door. "False, Mas. I can open it myself!" Disha put on a flat and thin face.

Getting such treatment, Iyan also wanted to get angry. However, he tried to suppress it. "Hm ... Yes, you have, Deck. Go straight back, right? You're fine college!"

Iyan's words, only answered with a slow nod several times by Disha. Then, Iyan turned around and got into the car again. After that, Iyan darted away, leaving Disha still standing in his courtyard.

Without Disha knowing, from across the place where he stood, there was a mysterious man who always photographed and reported the condition of Disha to his master.

***

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am." Disha approached Maryam who was sitting on the porch of the house, while peeling yams.

"Needoo, Nduk. Kirain will be home in the afternoon. Uh, he came home early. Hehe."

Disha sat down next to Maryam. "Hour school's done faster, ma'am." Disha put the bag she was carrying, onto her lap. "Mom want to make a yam compote?"

"Ah. no, Nduk. Here, you want to make fried yam balls only. You like it?"

"Whatever you make, I've always liked it, Mom!" Disha hugged her mother for a moment. Then he got up and went into his room.

Disha broke down her body, looked at the ceiling of the room and thought about the small quarrel earlier this morning with Iyan. There was a little regret, but also a lot of pent-up resentment.

Disha wastes tired breath. "Why come here, my relationship with mas Iyan so rumiy huh? Can it get to the sewer?" Disha monologues, while gently hitting his forehead with the back of his hand.

Disha sat down and picked up the phone that was still stored in her bag. There is one incoming picture message in whatsapp. The message from the unknown number, made Disha frown. Quickly, Disha opened the message of the picture and was surprised by it. How not?

In the photo, clearly visible face adoration of his heart, Iyan. Sitting with a girl in a cafe. The face of the girl Iyan was with was invisible, as she turned her back to the camera. Disha carefully observed the photo of the shipment.

"This ... It's at Dio's cafe, right? I still remember the inside of the cafe." Disha enlarged the picture, because he wanted to see clearly who the girl who was with Iyan was.

"Sisca?!" pekik Disha shut his mouth afterwards.

"What's up, Nduk? How did you scream just now?" Maryam asked after knocking on Disha's room door.

Disha who was shocked, then put the phone on the nightstand and walked towards the door. "There's nothing, Mom. Sorry yeah.. I'm following you in shock, "sorry Disha.

"Is there really nothing, Nduk?"

Disha nodded, reassuring her mother that she was fine. Then, Maryam left Disha's room and returned to the kitchen. As for Disha, her smile disappeared after Maryam was already in the kitchen.

"So this is how you play? look at it later, what am I going to do!" sturdy Disha, with a sharp eye highlight. Not to forget, he replied to a message from the sender of the photo.

Disha: Sorry before, who are you?

The message Disha sent was read immediately, but there was no reply. Until nightfall ....