TWENTY
SEASON TWO ~ Turns Mother Boss

The noise from the bathroom woke me up. I saw a wall clock at a glance, still at two in the morning. Maybe it was Mas Alif who wudhu want to pray tahajud. Back I stretched my body to reach a comfortable position. Hugging my favorite panda doll, I was ready to sail back on the island of dreams.

But something seems strange. Not only the sound of the tap water is heard, but also the sound of people who vomit. I got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. Sure enough, I saw him bowing his body in front of the closet. I immediately approached her and massaged her nape to make her feel better. I think Mas Alif caught wind from the cold sleeping on the floor.

"Are you all right, aren't you?"

"Hm." He could only murmur after pressing the flush closet and then cleaning his mouth in the sink.

I also helped her get back to bed. I no longer let him sleep on the floor. His weak face made me feel unbearable. Finally I went down to the kitchen to make him an herbal drink to cure his colds. If this is the way, the event to continue to silence him must have failed. But yes, now the most important thing is his health.

After making the herbal drink, I also looked for a P3K box to take eucalyptus oil to warm her stomach. After getting what I was looking for, I immediately went upstairs. He was lying weakly on the bed.

"Mas! Wake up!" I ordered him to sit down. "Let's drink first!" I turned the herbal drink towards him.

Little by little he sipped the drink until finally the toilet was not left. "Here, take off the shirt."

"What do you want?"

Because I didn't obey my words, I ended up picking up my clothes myself. Showing her six pack belly like that ripped bread.

Eh?

Astarghfirulloh Na!

Conscious! Even the focus so to the stomach Mas Alif anyway? His intention is to do something.

I quickly regained my consciousness. After that, apply eucalyptus oil to his checkered stomach. Instantly the movement of my hand came to a halt when Mas Alif suddenly held my hand.

"You're still angry, aren't you?" tanyanya while looking at me softly. Be present! So this is not like this.

"Udah, don't think about it first! The important thing is that you rest now" I said.

"But your answer is important? How can I sleep well while my wife is still angry?"

The huft!

"Yes. I'm not angry anymore with Mas Alif."

"Thank you dear!" His face instantly turned one hundred and eighty degrees so. The one who was sad hadi smiled happily.

"Hm. Yeah, you're taking a break!" I helped her to sleep again. Then return the cup that is no longer in the kitchen.

Upon returning to the kitchen I lie down next to Mas Alif who closed his eyes. Still looking back at him of course. And don't forget the lights in my room are off.

"Honey. Have you slept yet?" Poh. He hasn't slept yet

"Hm."

"I'm cold" he said. Hearing that I immediately sat down and confirmed the location of the blanket to cover his chest. After that I lay back down.

"It's still cold, baby!"

"How come?" I turned my body to face him. "You want another blanket?" my many.

But he immediately shook his head quickly. "I need your warm embrace. Not a blanket." He pampered while facing his body towards me.

"Basic!" Well, even so I kept hugging her. And like the nights before, I slept in his arms.

*****

Mas Alif seems to have improved a bit after waking up. So he chose to keep working. I did, too, go through teaching and learning activities as usual. While on break, I took the time to vent to Iren via WahtsApp message.

Ren!

Whaan?

I am upset.

Galau why?

Yesterday I saw Mas Alif as a woman eating in a restaurant. I don't know what Nita you mean. I want to be suspicious, but I should trust my own husband!

Dumbly.

Then Iren sent a picture. Although a bit blur, but I know that this photo contains a very beautiful woman greeting other employees. This photo was taken secretly.

This isn't the girl? Just passed. So I took a photo secretly.

Ja. Bener.

Then yesterday you saw Nita.

How about dong Ren? I don't want Mas Alif taken by another woman.

If Nita really likes Alif, then most likely will appear pelakor seeds.

How do I keep going?

Yes fight dong! Don't let any loopholes for other girls in between you. Show me who is clearly the heart of Alif!

The way? Why him?

No! Big no's! Not very classy at the collision event.

How is dong?!!!

Dateng went straight to the office. Continues if it can be romantic-romantic with Alif when there is him. Let me realize that there is no longer a place in Alif's heart for others.

This advice from Iren keeps ringing in my brain. But in retrospect it made sense what he suggested. At that moment the bell came in. I who had a lesson after the break was immediately ready to teach in class.

*******

Friday afternoon after returning home to teach I intend to visit Mas Alif in his office. Remember Iren's advice the other day. So now I'm preparing lunch for him. I came this afternoon without telling him first. I want to surprise you, I thought. So Iren's the only one I've contacted.

Now my feet have reached the company of my father-in-law. The building, which is mostly of glass, is so towering. I'm guessing there's ten more floors in this building. Just the magnificent branch is already like this, what about the center in Australia?

Going inside I was greeted by busy people. Whether busy with his partner, the documents he brought, or also with a cellphone close to the ear. Immediately I approached the front desk to ask the respsionist. A woman with a sweet smile greeted me with a greeting.

"Good day, Mom! Can we help you?"

"I want to ask. Mas Alif's office is located where is it?"

"You mean Mr Alif Muhammad?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"The head office is located on the twelfth floor of Bu."

"Oh yes. Thank you, yes!"

Immediately I headed for the elevator and went up to the floor where Mas Alif was. During the elevator, there were many pairs of eyes that looked at me in wonder. Most of them are women. Quietly glanced at and scrutinized my appearance from top to bottom. Is there something wrong with my appearance? Only a pink robe was also a maroon-colored pashmina wrapped around my head. Isn't that normal?

"This is a new officer?" asked one of the female employees who was wearing tight jeans and a green toska shirt. Not to forget also his face is polished with menor makeup.

"Not Ma'am" I replied politely.

"Oh, if that's definitely a new employee huh? Pantyhose!" It was from his face that was looking at me cynically.

Huh hello?!

These people why the hell?

"The HRD room is downstairs. The top floor is where the office of senior managers and leaders," he added.

"Yes. Thank you, ma'am," I said I was still serving him.

A moment later the elevator clang, and the door opened. It's still on the seventh floor, and they're all out of the elevator. The woman who asked me to speak was last out. And still had time to give me the last message.

"I told you yes, Ma'am. Later if on Mbaknya suddenly expelled, do not blame me." The mouth that was dyed in a bright red lipstick that was like eating raw chicken was smoothly speaking.

"Yes." Yeah." Huh! I wanted to shout my identity in front of his face. But of course I hold back. For the image of my husband being the leader here.

Understand if they don't recognize me because I've never set foot here. But, do they treat new people like this? With a cynical look that was not friendly at all. Busy annoyance with the woman earlier made me not feel if the elevator had reached the top floor, my destination floor.

Immediately I went out and headed for the most conspicuous room with the largest door and also the two secretarial tables in front of him. There was one empty chair, and I thought it was Nita's chair. The other secretary greeted me.

Just like the receptionist, this secretary asked me about my needs here. "Can I help you?"

"I want to meet Mas Alif."

"Have you made an appointment with Mr Alif before?"

Ha's? Should I keep the promise of everything?

Just let me shake my head. I don't know if I have to make an appointment first. Uh, but I'm the chief's wife. Is there no exception?

"Then let me schedule a time to meet. If you can find out who mom is?"

"Nala. Nala Ayu Kinanti," I said while somewhat proud of myself. If the officer may not recognize me, but if the secretary leads. He may not know his wife.

"Oh, sorry! Are you Miss Nala the wife of Mr Alif?"

Aren't you! He must have realized it. "Yes that's how."

His eyes were round hearing my words. "Oh. What did I say just now? Sorry for my discourtesy!" he said, half-bending his head.

"It's okay. No one knows me."

"Yes already. You can go straight into my dad's room." He then walked out of his desk and led me to the front door. "This door is always open" Mother."

"Oh yes thank you!"

"But you're having business outside the office right now. Miss Nala can wait inside."

"Oh so. How long is it?"

"About an hour, ma'am," he replied politely.

"Ooh. Alright." I nod my head.

But before entering Mas Alif's room, my steps came to a halt and turned around. "Oh yes one more. Next time don't call me "mum". Just call Nala," I end with a smile and enter Mas Alif's office.

Very neat room with monochrome color dominance. There are shelves filled with books and lots of documents. Sofa made of brown leather. Also a pair of tables and chairs that became the core of this room. The leader's throne. The place where Mas Alif spent most of his working time.

My view now turned to the glass wall. I approached the glass wall, and there was a view of Malang City from above that was very beautiful. If you look down, it will present a view of the highway that is never empty of vehicles.

Then my eyes accidentally saw a door in this room. When I opened it, it turned out to be a bedroom complete with a toilet. Good then. At least Mas Alif can rest comfortably if tired of working.

After looking around, I chose to sit on the sofa. Waiting for him while playing games on the phone to kill boredom. But not for twenty minutes, I was bored first. In addition to being lazy to wait, the game I play also often makes me lose. So no more fun games. I finally decided to go see Iren.

Apparently, it's already entering lunch hour. Many clerks flocked to the cafeteria or to the outside to fill their stomach gaps. I who saw the sitting position Iren immediately approached him. Don't forget to hug each other and kiss when you meet. Yes, although a bit embarrassed because it became the center of attention of some people around, but we still hug.

"Why don't you tell me you've come!" Iren who had originally hugged me now turned to punch me in the arm.

"Yes his intention to meet Mas Alif. Not even knowing that he had some business outside" I said with a frown.

"Who wants to come by, by the way. Though already know the leader's schedule is dense creeping."

"Hmm," I said languidly. "More. The pesenin ate dong!"

"Well, that's what you're trying to bring?" Iren's gaze went to the small bag that I had brought.

"Based on Mas Alif."

"Hmm, if he goes out gini he must have his lunch there too. Here, let me eat let's not mubadzir!" Iren's hand that was about to pick up the provisions was rough.

"Gee! Can't!"

"Marrel!" he said, standing up to order more food.

"Belgium!" reply again.

After Iren died, I saw someone walking up to me. The huft! Apparently the woman in the elevator. Carrying a tray full of food, he sat down in front of me. "Hello! We meet again apparently," he said with a face made sweet-ass.

"Eh, yes."

"Where was that? Can you go upstairs?"

Before I answered, Iren had already arrived. "Loh, Cell? What are you doing here?"

"This is Ren. I saw a girl who was alone. Because of pity, yes I'll take it."

"Alone what? He's my friend."

"Ohh, so he's your friend. She must have been dancing for you, until she wanted to dance upstairs all over," a woman's mouth really is! I want to use sambel chicken geprek in front of me.

"Not really. He was here to meet someone upstairs. He's our Mr. C.E.O.'s wife!" Maybe Iren knows that I'm a little bit annoyed with this woman, so he deliberately emphasized the CEO's word to make him realize who he's talking to like that.

His eyes bulged and was followed by his throat choking on the fried rice. His shocked face made anyone laugh. "Sorry! Pardon me! I didn't know you were Mr. Alif's wife. Again I'm sorry!" his hand held my hand on the table with a face.

"Yes. It's nothing. Understandably the employee here has never seen the wife of the leader. But next time don't act like that to new people. It could even make the company's image worse."

"Yeah. Then I'll say good."

"Why? Eat here," take me.

"Ah, no! Thanks for the offer." He awkwardly pulled back his call and walked away from the table where Iren and I were.