Turns out I'm the Actor
56. Keeping Boutique For Wife

56.

Pattering back Neta's tears after these few days Ke-i desperately made her stop. His heartache when he realized that not only he who became an insult, but his baby as well. Before, he had never imagined this to happen at all.

He stopped at a boutique that was a witness to his struggle. Boutique that became a place for him to try to help the mother pay off her debts. A place that when able to talk will tell the world about how a child's business in making his parents happy.

"Dara," call Neta to Dara who is serving the buyer.

"Mr?" muttered Dara so surprised.

A few seconds Dara froze, but after that he immediately scattered and hugged his boss, the boutique owner. There are so many things Dara wants to tell me. Things that Neta did not know until this moment.

"Mak Ta how are you, O Allah I miss you" said Dara with mixed feelings.

Neta was amazed by the view inside the boutique. The boutique looks more successful. Some booths underwent changes and the decoration was changed.

"Good Dara. You how? Sorry I just visited you this time. I'm ...." Neta stopped when she wanted to say her condition which also lost her baby candidate. He remembered that he had better be quiet than his late son was also the target of misjudgment.

"I what Mommy? Why mom?" ask Dara who does not know about the news of Neta completely.

"I'm sick, yeah ... You know Dara, I'm in shock. I don't know if I'm a suspect in that incident. Thank you, you still want to work with me" Neta said with a smile.

Dara pulls Neta's hand, takes her to her study first. The look of the room has changed too. There was a small bed in one corner, there was also an artificial orchid flower in one corner.

"Become, who decorated this place? So good like this?" ask Neta with amazement.

Dara smiled sweetly and sat Neta on the bed. "Sit here, do you really not know?"

Neta took both shoulders. "No."

"Bak, my husband made decorations like this. So a few months ago, no matter what wind, he came and saw this place, he also checked the finances. So these few months I worked under his supervisor. He said Mbak told me because Mbak still does not want to go out of the house. It's just that he didn't say that Mama was sick again."

"You mean Mr Kei?" ask Neta.

"Yes, what kind of husband and wife are you? Time yes absolutely do not know, from a few months ago, said Dara.

"A few months ago? When?" ask Neta for a more specific explanation.

"Two months ago Ma'am" replied Dara.

"Two months? That means when I ask for a divorce. When I was weak, he was still trying to build my business. I felt guilty for making him fall. Two months ago, she insisted on maintaining our marriage and I instead insisted on destroying everything. Absolutely never thrown the word talak from his mouth he just followed my will. But ... If I think again, my divorce process is too easy. Is it real, or ...."

Neta was silent thinking about what happened a few months ago. He should have been aware from the beginning of the incident. If you remember again, the divorce process is so easy and fast.

"Kei can engineer about our marriage first. I became suspicious that our divorce was also limited to a falsehood he had made" Neta murmured.

"What's wrong, Mommy?" ask Dara.

While they were talking, there was the sound of a car. Neta immediately peeked at him and it was the sound of Kei's car, her husband. Neta whispered something to Dara and Dara nodded and walked out of the room.

"Well, come into the room for a bit" Kei said as he entered the boutique.

"Alright sir," replied Dara who immediately nodded.

Dara was confused at this moment. Inside the workspace, there was a woman who was hiding to welcome her husband. Somehow later the incident in it, Dara just resigned.

"Give up what happens, I'm just an employee here" Dara worried.

How surprised Dara was when she entered the room there was no Neta there. Dara rubbed her eyes. He was confused and scanned every corner of the room.

"Is there anything you think is so strange? Look, I have a tender for you. This is from a friend of mine who owns a hotel, so he wants you to come to his hotel and measure and define the design of him to make the employee's clothes. Yes there is a kind of uniform change so," said Kei.

"Should it be now sir?" ask Dara.

"Yes, when else will it be? We're lucky I can go through with it. There are at least advantages to this boutique. Although actually such work is a little deviated from what my wife usually apply. I'm not grandiose, I just want this business to go forward, and someday it could be a big convection that carries its own brand."

"Sir, that's indeed the dream of Mbak Neta," said Dara chimed in and Kei nodded with a smile.

"Hurry up, I'll check your opening this week. Where's report?" pinta Kei and Dara immediately pointed at a ready file in the corner of the table.

"Good, you can go. Quickly tell people to come to the hotel. Here's the address" Kei said by giving a business card.

Kei sat in the Neta's work chair and meticulously he began to examine the financial data. How surprised he was when Neta suddenly opened the closet and came out of his hiding place. Kei held onto his chest as the sound of a closet door hinge rang open on its own.

Crews!

"Geez!" pekik Kei's.

"Why surprised? I'm not a ghost, honey" Neta said as if nothing had happened.

"Cabin! Here you!" kei ordered with his hands.

"What's wrong?" neta asked innocently and Kei immediately stood up and touched his forehead.

"Oh, dear sick," whined Neta as she rubbed her forehead.

"Why are you hiding there? Intentionally gonna make me hang?" scatter Kei with his sharp eyes.

Neta pursed her lips. "What should be angry is me, not you. What the fuck are you meddling in my business like this? You changed the decor of everything without excuse."

Hearing his wife's words, Kei stood up. "Didn't you like it? If you don't like it, I'll return it to how it was. Tell me how do you want to?"

"She immediately behaved like that, as if this was a frightened husband and submissive to his wife. Is this his real self?" inner Neta.