THE SECOND MARRIAGE
HOTEL ROOM

Fadila walked into the tall building that was the husband's office. In his left hand was Anan's hand which he held so that the child did not stay away and separated from him.

While in the right hand there are several bags of groceries for Anan's school.

"Excuse me, what floor is the Director's room?" Fadila asked politely at the receptionist in front of her.

"Have you made any promises before, Mother?" Ask the receptionist back.

"Already, Ma'am. Just tell me his wife and son have come" Fadila said.

The receptionist nodded despite being slightly surprised. But considering his boss who was married and had children, the woman immediately confirmed to the Secretary Director.

"Currently, you're just doing me, right? How could our handsome director have a son and a wife who is a village like you."

Fadila turned her eyes to the other woman. The Receptionist woman sits on the sidelines of the three Receptionists. While the notice about the arrival of Fadila in the middle.

"Tell me if you're a sirik, Des. I know that this morning you were tempted by the Director when you came into the office," exclaimed a Receptionist who was both sitting on the edge of the Resptionist table.

"Don't just talk to you, Rik. It's my basis that's pretty and attractive, so the Director's sir is fascinated by me." The woman named Desi flicked her hair in a coquettish style.

"Sir, please go up to the 25th floor. The Director's room is there" said the receptionist who had interacted with Fadila.

"Thank you" said Fadila and walked away from the place to the elevator. She was lazy to serve the mouth of lemes and julid her husband's employees.

But I heard that her husband had the temptation. So Fadila must be more vigilant on every unexpected thing that could happen. What else every household must have their own exams and trials.

So Fadila could only strengthen her trust in her husband. But still be careful and vigilant so that events in the past do not repeat themselves.

"Do you want the Director to have a wife and child like that? Maybe they are just fraudsters who just confess? If it's real, you have to bear the consequences yourself, Ci." Desi stared intently at Cici who he thought was too rash to allow Fadila to go upstairs.

"Have you forgotten that the Director is married and has children? If they were the daughter and wife of the Director, then we forbid and even make it difficult for them to meet. Do you want to suffer the consequences?" Cici stared intently at Desi.

"There's a chance they were both the director's wife and son. You do not see their usual appearance and seem tacky," said Desi who did not want to be blamed.

"What do you mean, Des? Do you know what clothes the woman was wearing? The price of the dresnya only if in rupiah more than 10 jt. The jewelry he uses is even up to 2 digits in price" Rika said.

"Don't you know! Or do you know her, so you think of that woman? How much are you paying him?" Desi became nyolot because he did not believe what his coworker said.

"It seems that tacky is you, Des. I'm the same Rika has seen that model dres in a famous overseas online shop. And the price is if in rupiah is above 10 jt. And the jewelry is worth 2 digits, aka hundreds of millions," said Cici.

"Huh, the most used is only kw goods aka fake." The defeated Desi was embarrassed to bring out an alibi.

Cici and Rika looked at each other and then shrugged their shoulders while shaking their heads.

On the other hand, Fadila and Anan had reached the 25th floor where the husband's room was located.

"Where's Daddy, Mi? Is it far away?" Ask Anan who has missed her Daddy a lot.

"A little while, son. It looks like the one at the end there," said Fadila while pointing at the place in his intention.

"Who is Mi, sitting there?" Show Anan to a hijab-wearing woman who seems busy with her computer.

"Excuse me, is Mr Arnan here?" Fadila asked the woman who immediately raised her gaze.

"Some, Madam. Please come in, sir is waiting." He smiled at Fadila and Anan.

"Then we go in first, come on." Fadila walked towards the door of the husband's room, in fact Fadila could have gone straight in. But he still put forward manners and adab in other places.

"Thank you, pretty Ante." The hijab-wearing woman smiled more and more and was anxious to hear Anan's words.

"Together a handsome boy," he said.

Fadila knocked on the door of her husband's room until a voice sounded. Then the woman went inside and saw the husband who had prepared a lot of food at the table.

"Daddy!" Call Anan as soon as he sees his daddy who has not seen him for a few days directly.

"Oh, Daddy's handsome son. Kangennya," said Arnan while returning the embrace of his son who was very missed.

Arnan kissed both of Anan's cheeks with anxiety. It made the boy laugh happily.

"Mas, why is the food this much? There will be guests, right?" Ask Fadila while looking at the food on the table.

Arnan stopped his act of peeping Anan, then brought his son and wife to sit on the sofa.

"It's all for us, baby. Mas, deliberately pesen many side dishes and a little rice. What's more today is the first time we've eaten together in this office. I want to celebrate with you and Anan" said Arnan, peeping Fadila's forehead and peeping at Anan's cheeks.

"But not this much either, Mommy. If we don't eat, how?" Fadila's worry about a lot of food is not exhausted and will be redundant.

"It's over, baby. What's more all the food is just one serving for all three of us" said Arnan to calm his wife.

"Well, if we don't finish taking it home. Instead of later in the banishment," said Fadila who was berbuki Arnan.

"You goleng shrimp, Daddy." Anan pointed to the fried shrimp that stirred his taste.

"The boiler is ready to slide," cried Arnan immediately took the food he wanted his son.

They ate together occasionally jokingly when Arnan did not feed Anan the food that had been mixed into the boy's mouth. Just so bad it made Anan upset and snatch the food that almost entered his Daddy's mouth anyway.

Fadila could only see the behavior of the two men of different ages. Even the woman does not want to be a victim of the ignorance of her husband and child.

"Mas, what time is it coming home?" Ask Fadila while cleaning up the empty food.

Right said Arnan that all the food will run out even though a lot. A small portion of food makes all the food can be spent.

"At 4 pm, you want to wait for Mas and go home together?" Tawar Arnan hopes his wife will.

"May, but won't it interfere with your work, Mum?"

"Yes, baby. You can rest in the room first during the Mas work, later Mas call if you want to go home," Arnan lead Fadila and Anan to the pirbadi room in the workspace Arnan.