The Wife Pay
Where's my Wife?

And remember, one day you'll miss me. And when that happens, you won't find my whereabouts, except in your memories.

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When the dawn has fallen in the morning. Sunlight seemed to enter through a glass window that was partially not covered with curtains, right in the room that was originally occupied by Alana.

Dave began to blink both eyes. Change his position to sit, while holding his forehead.

“Yes God. Dizziness once,” he lamented. Still not fully aware. For a while he was still trying to gather his consciousness. His gaze felt faint, then his two eyes swept the surrounding room, until his gaze was fixed on the state of his plain body only covered in a thick blanket, so that his eyes were closed, he turned to the side where there was a slight stain of blood. A flash of events last night came back to his brain very clearly. Dave gulps his saliva, realizing that last night he forced Alana to...

“Alana,” shouts.

Dave immediately uncovers his blanket, gets out of bed putting his clothes back on last night in a hurry. Afterwards, he hurriedly came out of Alana's room. He should meet with his wife immediately to explain about last night's incident.

“Did you see my wife?” dave asked a waiter who was cleaning his house.

“No Sir, since dawn I have not seen Miss Alana.”

Dave was pounding, his heart beating twice as fast, as the fear grew. “Alana,” call it.

The man kept calling his wife's name, going around every corner of his house. Starting from the side terrace, fish pond, lake, garage, front yard he still did not find his wife. Even the workers in his house did not know of his whereabouts.

“Where are you, Alana?” said frustration.

“What you've checked in the kitchen. Perhaps Miss Alana is there,” said one of the workers there who was mowing the grass.

“Oh yes. You're right.” Dave quickly walked into the kitchen of his house.

“Alana.” He called his wife's name. All the busy waiters in the kitchen turned their heads.

“Master search..”.

“My wife. Did you guys see it?” ask Dave.

“No Sir!” answer them bebaregan.

“Lho, we are cooking to prepare for your event and Miss Alana, Mr.”

“What way?” ask Dave confused. As he remembered he had not promised Alana anything for today.

“Isn't today your wedding anniversary, sir. Exactly one year of your wedding with Miss Alana.” Salma explained.

The deg!

Dave was stunned on the spot. “One year?” it was as if he had heard wrong.

“Iya. Miss Alana herself asked us to prepare for this event. He was also busy yesterday making this tart cake Mr.” Salma showing Alana's tart. Where there is the inscription ‘Happy anniversary 1st'. “Beauty Mr.”

“But I was surprised, last night Miss Alana said early in the morning to wake up to see the preparation we did. But, it's eight o'clock now, why hasn't he woken up yet, Mr.”

Along with the questions that came out of Salma's lips, it made Dave's heart beat faster. “Cannot be!”

Salma and the other servants were shocked to hear the words of her master. “Tuan.”

Dave immediately ran up the stairs to the third floor, where there was a gym room. “Where are you? No way, you left me just like that right.”

Dave was getting more anxious, he made ketar-ketir. Opening the gym room turned out to be there also invisible to his wife. Then it passed without closing it. Dave looked into the balconies of his room.

“You where, Alana.”

Dave's coming back downstairs. Her footsteps led her back to Alana's room. He quickly opened the bathroom door, it was also empty, then opened the balcony door of his room was also empty.

“Yes God, where are you Alana? You can't really leave me alone right, Alana.”

In an instant, Alana is able to mess with Dave's mind and mood. There was no figure of Dave who was calm, authoritative, at this moment that looked like the man looked so chaotic. Dave roared to call his wife's name.

He again passed open his wife's wardrobe, which turned out there also looks empty, there are only a few dresses. It was Dave who bought it.

Dave rubbed his face, trying to think for a moment. Until her gaze stopped on the pile of documents on the dresser.