The Tomb Next to the House
21. Only Work Partners

Czechoslovakia!

"Yes, can!" mumamku excited.

I'm back at the same cafe as yesterday. Where did Raihan's mas agreement with the actress for lunch. I secretly checked Raihan's cell phone when he took a shower this morning. And I also got information that the actor was named Gita.

Now I have proof of their closeness. It's time to unload your game behind my back, Mas.

"Chihui .... "

The sound of a shrill that managed to make my hair bristling. He showed up again. Kuntilanak pet figure of the owner of this cafe. I immediately left before he flew closer towards me. Today I didn't order anything, just sat and watched.

Some of the cafe employees settled down and didn't like me, who was just sitting here. Stupid terribly. Who told their boss to use kuntilanak services as a seller. 'Kan.

Okay, time to go home.

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"Mas!" call me a little sniffy.

As usual, Raihan immediately threw himself down when night fell.

"What, Deck? Tomorrow, huh? I'm tired."

Huh! It's always like that.

"This is why, anyway? Now different. Do you love me anymore?"

Raihan changed his position to face me.

"What are you talking about?"

"Mas ... Cheating, right?"

There was a little fear when saying that sentence. Afraid that it will actually happen. But the truth is like that.

"What do you mean, Deck? Are you avoiding again? What's the nightmare?"

"Don't lie, Mum. I have proof."

I'll grab the phone on the bedside nightstand. Unlock the phone, then go to the gallery.

"Now! I cheated on a woman named Gita, didn't I? Mas often chatan same him, lunch same him. Yeah, right, Mas?!" My voice started to shake.

Resist the growing heartbreak. My eyes are hot.

Raihan's expression changed immediately. He changed his position to sit. Then took my phone, to look at the photo I took secretly this afternoon.

"Where did you get it, Dek?"

"You don't have to worry anymore, there's evidence. Honestly, Mas. You've been playing, haven't you?" I also changed my position. Sitting cross-legged in front of Raihan mas with a blanket that has come down covering my lower body.

"You're following me?" Mas Raihan raised his eyebrows.

I was silent.

"Dec? You diem-diem ngintilin working?" ask Raihan again.

I took a deep breath, then replied, "Yes. Let me get proof of the affair, Mas, same woman. Satisfied?!"

"Haha. I can't su'udzon be my own husband. There is nothing about Gita. We're just a coworker, Dek. Not more."

"liks. Hicks .... " My tears have been spilled, some of them wet a blanket that covers part of the body.

"Dear to you, Dek. Where might Mas dare to double. So you don't have to worry about moving to another heart."

He sounds honest. My heart was broken and I felt guilty. Realize that this problem can actually be discussed properly without any action of mutual recrimination.

"But, Mas. It's only natural that I suspect you?" my question, full of regret.

"If you don't believe me, we can call Gita now" he bargained.

"Eh?" Of course I was surprised.

Before I confirmed the offer, Raihan grabbed his phone first. Then call someone's number.

"Hello? The gita?" greet Raihan when his call is connected.

Then he pressed the loudspeaker button and raised the volume so I could listen to the voice of someone across there clearly.

"Hello, Mum? What's up?" The woman's voice sounded soft.

"There's someone who wants to talk to you."

"Who, Mas?" Mas Raihan brought his phone closer to me.

"Speak. Ask her what you want to ask her," she told me.

"H-hello, Ma'am? What is this relationship, yes, with my husband? How did I ever see my husband talking to me in a cafe?"

"Oh, this must be Mas Raihan's wife, huh?My name is Gita. Secretary of the project owner who worked on by Mas Raihan's team, Mbak. We met just to discuss the project. Not more."

"Oh, yeah. I just want to ask you that. Sorry to interrupt." I gestured Raihan to take over this awkward situation. I feel like a cop who's been wrongly accused.

"It's okay, Ma'am. Just relax."

"Yes, Gita. I'll close it first." My husband took over his phone.

"Good, Mas. Don't forget tomorrow afternoon there is more discussion about our cooperation project."

"good. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Pips

I beat Raihan's chest, after he switched off the phone.

"This one's gonna fuck me, huh?" just pissed.

"What's wrong, brother?"

"Direct time to play so that's it. 'And be ashamed, '" I put my lips together.

"Well, he said you don't believe the same. Meal Mas evidainin, if Mas this is nothing with Gita."

"Yes, yeah. I believe," I give it back. Like there's a little strange disturbing feeling.

"That's it, dong. Sleeping yuk? I am tired, this. There's a lot of work tomorrow."

"Propay first yuk, Mas." My eyebrows go up and down giving code.

Raihan smiled meaningfully. Then hold my body, while breaking it down. Before long we started to fall into the game tonight.

Although my curiosity has not completely disappeared. At least I'm trying to believe in my own husband. Trying to think well even though what happened was the opposite.