Enough One Wife
Emotion

This one month is really solid, I'm concentrating on a new job plus a project from Ica. Everyday go home in the morning. Sometimes they even come home late at night. The time to talk to Jihan was reduced, because every time I went home it felt very tired, or even vice versa, the exhausted Jihan.

This afternoon, at lunch, Ica called, saying that all the project business was done. Only payment remains. He asked to see you tonight. I asked for a transfer, but Ica offered me a new job, because I still needed it, I finally accepted it. That night, after work, we met at the mall not far from my office.

"Everything I've transferred, mas, also the bonus." Ica again showed evidence of the transfer that had been sent to Waku. "So, interested in the next project offer? That's good, mas." Ica said again, while showing the laptop procurement proposal that he brought.

I flipped through the proposal. The offer is big. Procurement of the goods also feels not too difficult because I have a link that can provide the goods are of high quality but the price is super skewed. At least two or three weeks later everything will be finished. It seems okay to take this job, the money is good enough to add back and forth and later can be saved. I haven't said a deal to Jihan to come home this month, so a month's backtracking doesn't seem like a big deal. I thought. That's why Ica's offer I'll just take it.

"That's a really hard-working guy." Said Ica, while sipping lemon tea that he ordered, he did not take his eyes off me making me uncomfortable. If it wasn't for the project, maybe I'd rather go home. "There are rarely men like that. Be hardworking, loyal to his wife. Though the temptation with the gold department now must be a lot, right?" ask Ica. "Hayo, how many girls do you know?"

"I've got a wife and twins, Ca. Especially with the outside world. My happiness is my wife and children. My work and all that I produce is certainly their sustenance as well, maybe if I do not marry and have children, not necessarily also have such a position." I said. "Oh yeah, it's late. I want to go home first." I said. Then get up and go. Before I go home, I don't forget to buy food for Jihan, a plate of dignity eggs and sweet martabak for doping breastfeeding. For the past month, I've never bought her anything. I was really busy with my own world.

Arriving home, Jihan was fondling Nabila, while Nadira was asleep. It was so good that he did not hear my greetings. Hence Jihan was a bit surprised when she saw me already in front of her. "I brought you martabak, you eat first." I said, taking our baby from his lap. Jihan according to him.

"So mom called." Said Jihan. "Mom said, kangen. I was told to go home, bang."

*aa. I've also sent a message to my brother's number, but I haven't had time to read because I was busy right." My answer. At lunchtime, she called several times, but because I was busy, the phone couldn't be picked up, before long she sent a message, asking me to come home with Jihan and our twins. I'd like to, too, but after this second project is over. "What about next month?" I said, trying to get back to bidding.

"Sik, instead of Abang do not want to ngizinin you go home, but right .. how people say, also my mother said later. The wife just goes home can't. Brother is trying, please be understood, Deck, Abang promised, next month we go home four. Tell your mother, brother, just wait a minute."

"But I don't feel good Bang, I want to go home as soon as possible."

Maybe because my condition was very tired, plus Jihan was a bit urgent, finally my patience ran out too. I made it clear to her that we were going home next month or nothing. If he keeps whining to go home, please go home but don't take the kids. Jihan who heard it was a bit shocked, but she did not dare to argue. Just be quiet, eating the martabak in front of him quickly. I know he was shocked, even wanted to cry because this is the first time I was angry even almost rebuking him. That's why he kept looking down, not daring to look at me.

The next morning, I went to the office without breakfast as a form of attitude if I really do not like him who constantly urges me. I also suspect, the message from the mother-in-law must be on her errand as well. I don't know why I'm really upset, when I usually can calm down when Jihan is pressing like this. Maybe because I'm too tired. I don't care when he calls, reminding me of breakfast. Even when he was about to grab my hand I even gasped, from the rearview mirror I could see his face bowed sadly. Very concerned, he also had to think about my uncomfortable feelings, even though I had tried hard for our family.

Arriving at the office, I asked OB to help me buy food. Bram who saw directly approaching, he even marked because it was during work here, I always had breakfast at home, even lunch brought provisions from Jihan.

"Something seems to be up?" guess Bram. "OK, I get it, San. The name of the wedding must be up and down. My wedding, too. I can't deny that I'm tired of this tiring marriage. The wife who always demands when we have given our best. It is always less in his eyes. I also play outside for entertainment. Tired of knowing, coming home from work tired there are only those who are demanded, there are complaints. Though we are both tired, not to mention the appearance of those careless wives, making the eyes hurt." Bram even ventured, making me more adorable. "Now, don't think about it, I'm sure you need some entertainment. How about we go home from work karaokean?" he offers entertainment, of course with a promise without a woman because Bram knows I don't like that. I am the loyal type of man. Whatever my wife wants, I still love her and will not turn away from her.

"OK, we'll be home from work karaokean." I said.

"Sip. That's dong. His name was Hasan my friend. I will book first yak. Tonight let me buy it!" Bram said with a thumb, he passed to his room, because OB who bought breakfast for me Sudan came.