Two Traitors
S2. 58 haunted

Pov Farid's

The smell of the cooking on the table was appetizing, awakening the hungry souls.I, who had been sitting on the chair, after reading the prayer I began to eat my food.

There was no talk when Ira and Ira ate at the restaurant where we met with clients.I was still focused on thinking about the incident that happened to me, where I saw people who looked like Vina and father.

"Go home, ma'am?" Ask me after lunch.

Ira did not reply, She saw the clock in her hand. "Later 12.30, let us get to work, right away" Ira replied.

We both fell silent again, Ira focused on her phone, she looked smiling as if she was finding happiness on the phone while I took a cigarette and burned it.

"Sir Farid!" Call Ira after a long time of silence.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

"Is it wrong for someone to like someone who belongs to someone else?" asked Ira after being satisfied to play a mobile phone, making me frown not understand the meaning.

"Try it clearer! what it likes to like, because if you like someone it is the right of every person who has common sense."

"Well like it and want to have it, but that person can't achieve all his dreams, because it's blocked by his partner."

"As religious people, we must not hurt others" I replied in an explanation.

"Who's hurt?"

"The partner of a loved one, he will be angry if the person he already has, is bullied or seized by others" I explained.

"But what if the people we like, like us?"

"We better stay away, if it's just a feeling of awe, it's natural, because as Bu Ira knows, I've done it. But I'm not happy, I'm not happy, even my life as it is now is the result of mistakes in the past" I replied by example.

"Yes too!"

"What's wrong, why do you ask like that? are you in love with a man who already has a wife?"

"No...! no, I just want to know Mr. Farid's opinion, if there is such a person, so I can make the lesson ahead."

"We have much to learn about life, because there are no textbooks that talk about how to live and how to be ethical, only experience can be the best teacher for life."

Hearing my explanation Ira was just a beard maybe he understood what I meant. then he took his phone back and repeated it as he did, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling, himself, while looking at his phone.

At about 12:30, Ira asked me to go home to work, continuing my usual work after paying for my food and Ira walked to the restaurant lobby, to wait for the car we ordered online.

My eyes continued to scan the parking area, watching every car that was there.who knew there was a parked father's car.but after a long scan I did not find anything strange, he said, so I realized that this is all just my prejudices that are always haunted by the fear of my old Karma mistakes, who would betray his own best friend.

"Why is it bad?" ask Ira who might be watching me.

"It's okay, wait for the car we ordered" I replied lying.

"Kirain again nyari extra for Miss Vina, usually a man like that." said Ira while smiling.

"Not the Mom! it's enough that Vina will be my wife, because only my wife is beautiful and very good, no other woman will shake my feelings."

"Yes right, we must dare to make a decision, because if there is a woman who is seduced by a man, even though she is married. The woman's heart will be melted so that it falls in her arms, but when it is discovered only women are to blame.when the dark relationship will not happen, if the husband has principles like Mr. Farid," explained Ira praised my principles.

"Who...! Mom's overdoing it, I'm not that perfect."

"True, I see Mr. Farid is good.in the office alone many of Mr. Farid's office friends who approached, but Mr. Farid cuek as if he does not need them."

Dissolved in the chat finally the car we ordered came, after Ira and Ira entered, the car drove us back to the company Mandiri Group. on the way we continue to chat about work interspersed with discussing daily life, so that on the journey does not feel long know-know has arrived at the parking lot Mandiri Group.

Upon returning to the office, Ira and Ira separated to continue their respective work.I returned to my work space, while Ira met from to report the results of his performance.

I continued to focus on the work assigned by the company, because this was the best way to repay the kindness of Arfan who had helped me from the downturn.

At 04.00 pm, finally the work time was finished by rushing I headed to the mosque to perform the ashar prayer. After performing the prayer asar I drove my butut motorcycle back to my father's house.

Arriving at home, you can see your car is parked in the carport, indicating Vina has returned from the grocery store. After parking the motorbike, I rushed to the porch door, I rushed to the door, but when I pushed the door of the house the door was locked.

"The tumbens locked the house!" muttered while inserting the key into the slot.

After the door opened, I went inside.Vina who ran over from the direction of Middle. "Just come home, honey?" asked Vina who seemed to be regulating the breath, like a person who had run far away.

"Yes, what are you doing? How tired it looks," I replied while scanning Vina's body that looks a bit messy, her hair a little tangled, one button of her shirt open.

"I washed the dishes again, because when I left for work I did not have time," replied Vina while taking my hand and then kissed her.

"That's a pity, you must be tired, right? out of work at the grocery store, have to work at home anyway."

"It's okay, I'm happy because I have a job like this" Vina replied as she picked up my bag and brought it into the room.

"I feel tired, because the journey home is so jammed, plus the sun is still hot. So I just sit down, on the sofa chair in the living room.

"You want coffee, what's tea, or juice?" ask Vina who has come out of the room.

"No need...! I can make my own drink."

"Just yes! let your throat be fresh" forced Vina who was seen about to return to the kitchen.

"Where are you going, honey, how come you don't look?" I asked to make Vina's steps stop.

"Mr in his room, he said he wanted to rest first!" vina replied then she continued her intention of going to the kitchen.

I feel sorry for Vina, if I have to continue to be bothered with taking care of me and my father, so I wake up a body that feels lazy, then walk towards the kitchen.

Arriving at the cooking place, my wife was peeling the mango that smelled very fragrant.

"Why come here? wait in front! I'll drop you off!" ask Vina while continuing to do her job.

"It's okay...! I want to do it myself, can't I? pity me for you, if you have to go the extra mile like this."

"I'm okay, Rid! you look too lebay. I'm still strong despite having to mop and sweep the house."

"Here I am the one who peeled the mangoes, you continue to wash the dishes." I said as I glanced at the sink, but I slightly sorted my forehead, because there the dishwasher is still piled up unlike what is being cleaned.

"No...! you have sat down!" vina refused.

"Say he washes the dishes, but the dishes are still dirty?" I asked carefully, afraid of offending Vina.

"Oh, I was going to taste the dishes, but I heard your bike so I ran to open the door, but you came in first" replied Vina Without showing a suspicious face.

"Yes Allah...! please keep the prejudice that always pervades in the heart.I always suspect my wife doing things with the father." murmured in my heart, my eyes continue to arrange Vina who is slicing mangoes.

"Why silence? You're angry, haven't I washed the dishes?" vina asked while stopping her work by looking at me.

"No, really..! You want to wash the dishes or not. That's your right and I won't burden you with homework, especially now that you're working, you're tired too."