I'll Throw You Before You Honey Myself
Suspicious

At 11:00 p.m., Mauren sat alone in the dining room sipping freshly brewed green tea.

Many times Mauren glanced at the cell phone, hoping for a phone call or just a chat from her husband. However, the phone remained silent. Jeevan did not send word after calling earlier this afternoon, saying that today would be overtime.

"Where the hell is he?" Mauren muttered as she folded her hands on her chest. "Is the office really busy? So I have to be overtime every day. But ... usually not this late," he continued.

Slowly, the words of the woman who came to him this afternoon flashed in memory. Mauren thought hard, lately Jeevan's attitude has changed a little. In addition to often overtime until late, her husband also rarely asked for rations. Almost even a month, Jeevan never touched on intimate matters. In fact, he was never absent unless he was tired and refused.

"If you think about it, it has also been a long time Mas Jeevan did not discuss children. Strange, considering that he was very incessant persuaded me to have children," said Mauren alone.

While staring at the cell phone that is still silent, Mauren remembers trivial things related to her husband's change in attitude. Starting from the phone that is coded—which he said so as not to be seen carelessly by office colleagues, as well as a slightly slack possessiveness.

In the past, Jeevan was often upset if Mauren came home later than him, especially if he remained busy on weekends. But that doesn't apply to now. Jeevan never objected again even though Mauren came home late or stayed at work on Sunday.

At first, Mauren was happy because her husband was more understanding. The hope is that the husband does support a career that is almost at the top. However, now it makes Mauren upset. It is true that the household is entered by a third person.

When Mauren was still busy with his thoughts, suddenly there was the sound of steps getting closer.

"It must be Mas Jeevan." Mauren muttered as she moved. Then, move quickly towards the source of the sound.

Within seconds, Mauren had seen Jeevan. The man looked exhausted, evident from his disheveled face and also the messy clothes—jas was draped on the shoulder, while the original rolled shirt and its two top buttons came off.

"Darling, aren't you asleep?" ask Jeevan while commenting on a wry smile.

"Wait for you, Mas," Mauren replied in a spoiled tone.

"I told you that I was overtime. You're tired of waiting for me." Jeevan spoke while gently rubbing Mauren's hair.

"It's okay." Mauren smiles. "You want coffee? I happen to still drink tea" he continued.

"Can."

After his wife's offer, Jeevan stepped into the dining room. He sat there waiting for Mauren to brew coffee for him.

Jeevan leaned back while exhaling a long breath. He thought of a little trouble that suddenly complicated.

"Ah," snorted Jeevan.

"Mas, here's the coffee!"

Jeevan's daydreams fell apart when his wife came. The beautiful and graceful woman who had been married two years ago, was already sitting before him with a fluffy smile. Ah, Mauren, on the sidelines of busyness he still shows attention to him.

"Thank you, baby."

But Mauren did not say, Jeevan's phone suddenly shook. Just as Mauren glanced, Jeevan had already picked it up quickly, so had no idea who was calling.

"Kok, dead? Who's calling" Mauren asked.

"New clients only, honey. I told you tomorrow, but I'm still clueless. Yes I've done it, keselpi nanggepi that I believe gini." Jeevan replied calmly.

"Oh." Believe it and not, but Mauren chose silence.

"Hmm so sweet, honey. My tired immediately lost abis drinking your coffee," Jayu Jeevan.

"It could be you, Mommy." Mauren smiled stiffly. His mind was still wondering who was calling, really a client or someone else.

"Mas!" call Mauren after a long silence.

"Hm."

"I have a job offer out of town, about weekly. What do you think ... should I take?" mauren's lie.

"You want to run, right?" ask Mauren.

Jeevan smiled wryly, "Can't do it, honey. In the office is very busy, preparation for launching new products. Sorry, yeah."

Mauren biting lips. During this time, Jeevan never allowed himself to go out of town unaccompanied. But now it's different. Jeevan easily gave his permission, even with a big smile.

"You've really changed, Mas," Mauren's mind.

________

In the early morning Elsa was awake. Not cooking or making the bed, but sitting pensively near the window of the room. His gaze was straight ahead, seemingly empty and faint. I don't know what the heavy things that bother his mind.

Shortly after, his phone rang. Elsa rushed up and picked up the phone that was still lying in bed. Then, his forehead shriveled after reading the name of the caller—Mauren.

"Tumben he called me this early." Elsa swiped the green button and put her phone to her ear. "Hallo," he said.

"Cum, El. I'm awake, right?" ask Mauren from across the street.

"New aja. What's up, Tumben called in the morning?" Elsa asked back.

"I want to ask you a favor" Mauren replied after a long silence.

"Solicit what please?"

Later, Mauren told about Jeevan's change of attitude, very detailed, even the part that did not ask for rations was also clearly revealed.

"I was suspicious. Don't-don't .. he does have a mistress out there," said Mauren after a long talk.

Elsa did not answer. He instead moved his phone away with a long sigh, then exhaled it slowly. He did it over and over again, as if he wanted to take off a stifling burden.

"What do you think, El?" mauren asked because Elsa did not give a response.

"It's not up to me yet, Ren. Lately, the office has been busy. Back and forth meetings for the preparation of launching new products, not to mention managing cooperation with parties here and there. If you often overtime, it's like a matter of work, Ren," replied Elsa.

"Is that so? In the office, he doesn't look close to who? Or maybe go out a lot or something?"

"If it comes out .. yes rather often anyway, Ren. But, that's for taking care of the job. Sometimes I also come, but ... do not see Mr. Jeevan there meet who that is," replied Elsa gave an explanation.

"Mmm, that's." Mauren was silent for a moment. "But I haven't calmed down yet, El. Can you not help me? Please investigate Mas Jeevan and find out why he changed. Really because of work or maybe ... there's something else," he continued.

"All right, I'll investigate. No matter how little information I get, I'll let you know" replied Elsa.

"Thank you very much, El. I'm glad you want to help me. In the office you're the only person I trust. You know, I rarely go there. All the employees must have been on Mas Jeevan's side."

"I'm more grateful, Ren. This help is nothing compared to your help to me." Elsa said as she closed and kneaded the temple.

"I'm just walking, El. As for the next lucky break, it's thanks to your intelligence."

"Always this is how you're 'uh." Elsa laughing.

Mauren laughed too. Then, he went back to talking seriously, "I'm really grateful, El. You want to help me, but it really adds to your busy life. When it's over, I'll change for your tired, El."

"Don't think far, like anyone. I am sincere in helping you. We are friends, Ren, you don't have to worry" Elsa said.

Shortly after, the phone call ended. However, Elsa did not immediately move from her place. He was still glued while staring at the screen of his phone.

"It seems like I can make way to fix the problem." Elsa smears a smile. "Ah, hopefully," he continued.

Seriate...