Your charms are diverting my love
Broken Wreck

We've gone home to our house. The house is quite luxurious although minimalist, but it feels so empty, absolutely no taste, no color, laughter, and jokes. There is also no sparkling desire of newlyweds who are anget-angetnya. At home, spending time alone in the room, bathed in the sweat of passionate desire. No. It wasn't our wedding. Our marriage was nothing like that, our marriage was insipid, let alone that kind of thing, face to face was rare, greeting each other was rare, and we slept apart.

I went straight into my room, we went back to our rooms, but at my in-laws' house, or at my parents' house, we slept one room, but not one bed. Mas Dani chose to sleep on the sofa, searching his own world, with a woman named Nadira, a friend of profession and a school.

We came home from my mom's house early in the morning, because I had to meet some important relationships, and before that there was a meeting with employees at the branch company. All my mom and dad leave it to me. Danial had to leave this morning. Yes indeed the teacher left early in the morning, not because it was also, we quickly returned home from my mother's house because Mas Danial asked to go home quickly.

I immediately prepared to go to the office. I do like simple clothes, only wear a knee-length short-sleeved dress, combined with a blazer with a suitable color according to the dress I wear. I do my hair, my hair is usually dyed when I go to the office, just beautified with my favorite hairpin.

“Vita..!”

I'm short of hearing Mas Dani, I know for a fact that he gave up looking for his service clothes. Though all I have arranged neatly, I hang neatly, and I sort from Monday to Saturday, really neat. But like that, he always did not pay attention to the order of his clothes in the closet. I'm all taking care of it, starting clothes, and everything else, just not for bed.

“What's up, Mas?” I replied casually in front of the door that Mas Dani had opened.

“My book where, Vita?” ask him with a rascal. “Certain socks,” Plus.

I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it. I went into Mas Dani's room and found his clothes. I opened the closet, and it looks like the clothes are lined up very neatly, and I've sorted the order from Monday to Saturday.

“This mas, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday, already neatly arranged here. Can you take it according to the day, is this clothing right according to the day? Please take it neatly, I deliberately hang, if not hung yes like that so, the whole closet you tear apart.” Clearly I was showing her neat dress order, but without looking at her. I opened the middle drawer of the closet, which is special for storing socks, ties, and other twists. “This socks, I have arranged it too, there is a tie and others, here all the places, what should I write here, let mas know?” my continue.

I rushed out with an irregular heartbeat. I spoke to him not seeing him at all, how could I see him in such a state? He was wearing only a towel, wrapped around his waist. His sturdy body still looks wet because maybe he finished bathing. His sturdy body and handsome face make my heart flutter if I keep looking at him.

“Vita,” call him again.

“Iya, why?” answer me without looking.

“Thank you,” said.

“OK, equally,” I replied.

“Later I messed up,” he said.

“Then I can't make it, but I don't seem to be coming home this afternoon, not preparing lunch. I was busy until the afternoon,” I said.

“Iya is okay,” she replied.

“Oke, I say goodbye, I have to go to the branch office to meet papa too, there is a meeting with the office staff, and afternoon until afternoon I meet some business relations papa,” pamitku.

“Hmmm ...”

Just like that's the answer. I guess he'll say be careful on the street, or he calls me again because he hasn't kissed his hand like he used to when I was leaving for work. How do I kiss his hand? With her condition alone made my heart continue to pound and did not dare to turn my body to look at her? Rather than tremor my hands as I would shake hands with him and kiss his hands, I better hurry up and leave, no need to kiss his hands, after all it is useless for him?

I drove my car to the branch office first, because papa was also on the way to the branch office. I drove my car at a moderate speed, turning on the radio this morning. I prefer to listen to the radio, because not only songs that I enjoy, but some tips and information delivered by the broadcaster also I like.

Arriving at the branch office, I had seen papa's car parked in a special parking lot. I gave my car keys to security, so I parked my car on the side of my car.

“Papa has arrived, Sir?” my many.

“Good, thank you, please park my car, Sir.”

“Ready, Mom!” firmly answer.

I went straight into the office, papa's understanding quickly arrived, the branch office of papa's house was quite close, especially at home there was the drama of singing clothes of Mr. Danial's honorable, the handsome Master, the, and he's my husband. Ah come on, focus on work, forget the drama in your household first. This is not the time for drama, in the office you are the queen. Yes I am the Queen in the office, because everyone respects me and respects me even though I am the female leader here. But if in front of my parents-in-law and parents, in front of everyone, I'm the greatest Drama Queen. Hiding the cries and the lara, in order to be able to smile happily in front of them, so that they know that Mas Danial and I are happy.

“Again, Papa .... Sorry I'm late.” Broom me when I enter papa's room.

“Again, Vit. No problem, here Vit, papa introduce you to our new relationship. Mr. Arif, this is my daughter-in-law, the one I've mandated to lead my company, all of whom are in charge. This son-in-law is really a smart woman, later on during observation, can ask with Vita, and assisted by Vita's assistant as well,” explained papa.

“Greetings, I'm Arif.” Said Arif introduced himself, even though I already knew it was Arif, Arif would know me, especially he had always known I had been asked by papa to be his only son-in-law. But I don't want to say hello to him first, I'm ashamed of my married status, and I don't want papa to judge me that no-no if I greet Arif first.

“I Vita,”.

“Revita Adriana?”

“Yes, Arif Bachtiar?”

“You know each other?” ask papa.

“Pak Arif's current friend of High School and college friend Vita, Pa,” replied Vita.

“Wah what a coincidence, you already know each other, surely your cooperation will feel easy,” said Papa.

“Ya hope our cooperation, produces good results,” said Arif.

“Papa here just want to introduce Mr. Arif to you, it turns out you already know him, later papa asked, finished your meeting with the staff, you can accompany Mr. Arif reservations here, you can,” said Papa.

“Good, Vita will be accompanied by Mr. Arif.” I answered as much as I could to relieve my nervousness when I met Arif.

I didn't expect to see Arif here. It's been a long time since I knew about Arif, the last time maybe when it will be before graduation. He told me he was going to Germany to continue his S2 and I would continue my S2 in London.

He came back, and it was still the same as before, when I admired his figure. When I want, he who always understands me, will be mine. But, he knows who I am, and who I will be betrothed to. Although he was also the son of a businessman, but he did not dare to fight what papa had set, that papa wanted me to be his only son-in-law, he said, and ever since I was in high school, everyone has known that I'm the son-in-law of the Barata family.

“Vita back to the meeting room first, Pa. Said Rifa all waiting in the meeting room,” my farewell to papa.

“Iya, please. Papa also wants to chat with Mr. Arif first,” replied Papa.

“Good, Vita excuse me, Pa. Mr. Arif, I live first,” my farewell.

Honestly, this chest is still a tight club when he again saw the figure of Arif. But I realized, now who am I. I'm a married woman, even though I haven't touched my husband at all. I am a virgin, I am still a saint, and I have started to love Mas Danial. Yes, I fell in love with Mas Danial from the time leading up to the wedding. My heart is not because I still like and there is still residual love for Arif, but I am afraid to meet the figure of Arif again, because I am married. I'm afraid Arif knows that my mind is suffering, I'm afraid Arif knows my husband doesn't treat me like a wife.

I'm Mas Dani's rib, but I think I'm a broken rib, because he didn't think at all. I was ignored by Mas Dani, as if I had no use being a rib.