Although Not Perfect
Unconfident

I saw from the rearview mirror, he was still in front of the house staring at my departure with a cross. I'm like a bad wife…

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Arriving at the office I parked my motor matic in a place not far inside because only that place is empty.

Usually I am early in the morning so I can find a more strategic place, but today because I went with a wedge in my heart, I also drove my bike at medium speed.

Though usually only twenty minutes have arrived, this time almost forty minutes until the parking lot, lest I be late.

Immediately I step foot in a hurry to be right on the finger print machine. Along with some people who seemed to be my fate chasing time, trying to get into the elevator ahead of each other.

Unfortunately, I was the only one left because I was too full.

"Hhh really sucks anyway.." I mean sewot.

Suddenly someone grabbed my palm and pulled it. As soon as I saw the person who pulled me, before the protest I immediately realized who it was.

Mas Reza...?

Now he was in front of me holding my hand, and behind him was Yogi, his personal assistant who followed our steps.

Without saying anything I just follow and look around, what if someone knows.

It could be a massive scandal.

Then the three of us stopped at a special elevator for the board of directors and immediately entered when the elevator door opened.

"Mas Reza what the hell!"I threw out his handrails.

He just messed up and put his hand in his pants pocket.

It turns out my husband is cool too, I was fascinated by his smile. Eh is it possible, my exotic taste has shifted to Asia...

Now that I'm standing next to her really like a boss and a backup secretary, no one would think of us as husband and wife at all.

It should have been the wife of that boss, her appearance and elegant demeanor, I immediately noticed my current standard appearance...

I, who was still busy with my own thoughts, gasped when he suddenly pulled my waist and peeked at my cheek.

And the elevator door opened after she let go of her embrace, she smiled seductively as she walked out followed by Yoga tailing like a robot.

I can't believe he did it when someone else saw him, you shameless prick.

With a face that felt crimson I returned to the 3rd floor, because it turned out that I was unconsciously carried up to the top floor.

Arriving at the room, of course I was late and reprimanded by Alya.

Ck... Why is he so noisy, who is he?

"You're late, Mel.push up 100 times!!" his orders are as pretentious as KaDiv.

"Cut off my paycheck.."I'm sorry.

I did not heed the ravings of the centile Aliya, but was still busy smiling by myself because I remembered the incident this morning.

"Okaya, even a smile, must remember my husband deh.."bikin envy whispered Alya approached my ears.

"Marry munchies! Free dating continues , not halal if you want to say anything.."sahutku while glancing at it.

"Hmmm ... have pinter you yes..."

We were both still talking and engrossed in our own chatter when Vida approached us.

"Ehem.nona-nona beautiful"

"Eh yes mbak .." we were surprised and stopped our activities earlier.

Ms. Vida handed us two documents.

"Since today you are the last intern here, this is an internship certificate that must be signed by the President and then stamped by the President's secretary. Then this one, there's a little pocket money you can take on the financial side..."

"Thank you mbak.."we were together.

"Well, you are welcome girls." she said, leaving us with her style.

After the departure of mbak Vida we split the task of having to ask for the President's signature on the twelve floor and cash out the allowance on the seventh floor finances.

"So you go to the President or the finance department?."you ask Alya.

Yess of course that's what I expected. My inner..

After together we took the elevator and parted ways when Alya stopped on the seventh floor, I continued my journey on the twelfth floor.

Why does my heart beat faster huh, instead of me who intends to surprise the man who was nosy to me this morning, why am I stubborn anyway...

Or because the room temperature was so cold when I got out of the elevator and was on the twelve floor where the office of the entire Board of Directors was on this floor.

I walked while looking to the left right looking at the interior that was laid out unlike the room below, all luxurious.

I who did not know where the President's room, after asking a sexy woman who seemed to be the Secretary of Marketing Director, I finally walked straight to the place indicated earlier.

Up there I met the President's secretary.

"Excuse me..."

The woman looked at me and immediately stood up while looking down.

"Welcome madam.."that Riani who was introduced to me at the airport, apparently she still knows me.

I who got such treatment was immediately wrong, because I was not used to it.

"Do you want to see the President?"

" I need a signature mbak, is Reza busy?"

"There are guests anyway, but not so important, the mistress can just go in.."he said kindly.

"Mending I wait here aja mbak, later if you have gone home just a guest, because fear disturbing..."

"It seems that the guest will not come home if no one interrupts, or I tell the President that the madam is here?"

"Eh Don't... All right, I'll just go in.."

I finally got the courage to come in. Why is it so stressful to meet your husband..

“Assalamualaikum ..."I said when I was in a room so spacious complete with a set of guest chairs and some ornaments that decorate it make the eyes so comfortable.

In the corner, someone was sitting in a large work chair facing a sobbing woman.

After seeing me enter the man immediately stood up to welcome me, I approached him.

Wondering who the woman who cried in front of my husband, was she pregnant and holding me accountable?

 Don't think stupid Amel!!!

"Waalaikumsalam, Amel..?!?"

The woman turned her head towards me as Reza walked up to me with her distinctive smile.

I think I've met him.

Hmmm.iya he was his sister mbak Vina, who according to the gossip did visit here often.

After I got close to Reza, I immediately stuck to him and looked at the woman in front of me with a flat face.

In response to my body suddenly clinging to her, Reza directly wrapped her hands around my waist.

"Hi ..mbak Vani, right?" my sap is as friendly as possible. I think I smell the actor..

"Hey..You work here too?" he wiped the rest of his tears.

"Where might I let my wife work here, Van...Maybe she missed her husband again." Mas Reza looked at me with love. If this is real, not just a charade to dispel the presence of mbak Vani...

"Then I go home first.excuse me" she also moved from her seat and sauntered away from the room, she seemed to be disappointed heavily.

Then I broke away from Reza's mas.

"Eh..why?you were the one who stuck it up." said mas Reza accused me.

"Ihh..lepasin dong, I just want to ask for an autograph and leave here as soon as possible." I protested.

"Mmm.but I smell jealousy.."sook Reza with a happy face.

"Where is there? Why am I jealous?" i cuddle.

Holding my hand, she sat down on the chair and pulled me into her lap.