THE SECOND MARRIAGE
SPEAKS

Arnan sat quietly in his office with a forward look. I don't know what the handsome man was thinking until he just kept quiet.

"Boss!" Jack knocks on the table strong enough until Arnan finally wakes up.

"Why don't you knock on the door?" Arnan stared at Jack.

"I've knocked on the door repeatedly, but the Boss just kept quiet and didn't answer. I'm afraid something's going on with you, Boss. So I just walked in." Jack explained in detail.

"Ck, what's wrong?" Ask Arnan and then reach for the file in front of him.

"The Boss asked yesterday." Jack handed a map to Arnan.

"What's this?" Ask Arnan while grabbing the map.

"The data about Miss Fadila and her son that the Boss asked for yesterday."

Hearing that, Arnan immediately excitedly opened the map in his hand.

Yesterday's fun holiday was indeed quite imprinted in Arnan's heart. What else with Anan is very funny to him. And Anan's innocent gaze as he called out to her completely hypnotized Arnan.

"Fadila Syahputri, a widow who divorced her husband 4 years ago. The cause of divorce because the ex-husband cheated with the boss's son the owner of the company. After divorcing and moving to America, Fadila only learned of her 4-month pregnancy. The ex-husband's affair was also due to interference from the former-in-law."

A thin frown appeared on Arnan's forehead reading the last part.

"Rem ... Don't tell me that her ex-in-law brought a third person into her own child's household?" Arnan muttered to himself.

"Yes, Boss. Because Miss Fadila is an orphan from an orphanage, her former mother-in-law doesn't like it. All sorts of ways were done to get her son to divorce Miss Fadila back then." Jack replied.

Arnan nodded at Jack's explanation. Continuing the reading that was still in the paper in his hand.

"Applying for divorce when she gets word that her husband is getting married again. He sold the house and car on behalf of Fadila himself and took over three apartments in his name, Febri Hidayat. Then sell the apartment before leaving for America."

"The smart woman. Is Febri Hidayat her ex-husband's name?" Arnan looked at Jack.

"Yes, Boss. Now the man takes care of the company that used to belong to his in-laws. But now it belongs to him as compensation for the closure of his family-in-law's disgrace."

Next to Arnan's eyebrows rose.

"disgrace cover? What kind of disgrace cover?" Tanya Arnan did not understand.

"The wife of Miss Fadila's ex-husband who was now pregnant before marriage. And the man in charge of it is someone else. But Miss Fadila's ex-husband tricked his own wife until they finally got married. And Miss Fadila's ex-husband must be the father of a baby that doesn't belong to her."

"Haha .... Feel it! Let go of fresh fruit for rotten fruit." Jack stared in disbelief at his boss.

Though there was nothing funny there, but the boss who never laughed could even laugh. And that was only because of hearing what befell Fadila's ex-husband.

"Ehem, don't look at me like that!" Jack who was caught staring at his boss with an unusual look directly down.

"Sorry, Boss."

Arnan continued reading the writing in front of him until it was finished.

"Is this his phone number?" Asked Arnan when he found some numbers that he believed to be Fadila's phone number.

"Yes, Boss. The one number for users in Indonesia, the other one is the user number in this country."

Arnan nodded in understanding.

"Come out" he said, driving Jack away.

"Take this and destroy it, lest anyone know the matter." Arnan handed over a map containing data about Fadila and Anan to Jack.

"Good, Boss."

After making sure Jack gets out of his room. Arnan typed Fadila's phone number on his own phone. It was fortunate that the man had a strong and good memory, so just one look at Fadila's number he already remembered.

At another company, exactly where Fadila works. The woman was sitting with Anan beside her.

In the workspace Fadila there is indeed an empty place for Anan to play. Because all this time Fadila did not use the services of a nanny. Not being able to pay a nanny.

What else there are dwi and Sinta who sometimes invite Anan to play.

"Mommy, gambal and cudah ciap." Anan who is learning to draw shows the results of his work.

Fadila stopped designing jewelry. Looking to the side where his son showed the paper that had been crossed out.

"What is this picture, son?" Surprised by what Fadila had in her son's picture.

"It's me, it's Mommy, it's daddy." Anan pointed to one by one the pictures he made.

Fadila suppressed the strong feeling in her heart. Does this kid want a father so much? To the extent that his innocent mind was able to make him draw a figure he had never met.

"Who is this, son?" Fadila pointed at the other image to divert her thoughts and feelings of sadness.

"It's mama, it's papa, it's buna, it's yayah." Anan again pointed and mentioned who was in the picture.

"Gee ... Mommy's son is amazing, here's the gift." Fadila gives a peck of affection on both cheeks to Anan's chubby.

"If you look at your pictures, they'll be happy, son." Fadila held back her laughter as she looked at the extremely strange image of Dwi and Sinta.

But it can be said to be very good and clear for a 3-year-old like Anan.

"Where's mama cama buna?" Anan asked to see his mother.

"Mama buna again there is work outside, later in the afternoon we meet at the restaurant. There is papa sam yayah there too" said Fadila.

"Daddy? Where's daddy?" Anan asked Arnan.

Fadila was silent and thought for a moment, what reason should he give this child.

"Daddy ..." Fadila's cell phone stopped the woman's speech.

"Awhile, son. Someone's calling." Anan stared at the departure of his mother who took a cell phone at the work desk.

Fadila's frown upon seeing the new number contacting him personally. The only people who knew the woman's number were a few.

"Hello!"

"Hello! Is this Fadila?"

More astonished the woman heard usara as she knew it.

"Yes, who is this?"

"Anan's Daddy."

"Anan's Daddy?" Fadila was shocked to hear the man across the street.

Anan who heard the word daddy immediately turned his head and made a sound.

"Daddy? Where's daddy, Mam? I want daddy."

Fadila sighed as she looked at her son who was starting to stand closer to her.

The call was interrupted when Fadila invited Anan to sit down at the original spot.

"It's closed?" Herbs.

Call again from the same number, but this time a video call. Fadila was very nervous about getting a video call from a man.

"Where's daddy?" Fadila gasped at the question of her son.

After the call connected, there was a handsome face of the man across there who looked as handsome as before.

"Daddy ..." Anan called out to Arnan.

"Hello, Baby Boy." Arnan returned Anan's greeting with a gentle smile.