My Husband is Not the Father of My Son
Assistant Reagan

One week passed Keisha went for cooking lessons. Tonight Keisha made an Italian-class osso buco accompanied by a mashed potato.

All the food is on the table, complete with dessert. Keisha knocked on Areliano's room door. “Have you finished your bath? The meal is ready,” cried Keisha.

Areliano came out in his nightgown. He walked to the dining table and saw the results of Keisha cooking that looks very tempting. He sat down and took his dinner.

Keisha joined in and sat down on the chair opposite Areliano. Areliano tasted mashed potato first, then tried osso buco. The soft meat and spices felt right in his mouth. This time around, Areliano finished his dinner, with nothing left.

Keisha was quite proud of his cooking, moreover he saw the voracious Areliano.

Areliano continued to taste the dessert. He looked at his wife's face. “There's something you want to say?”

Keisha nodded, he kept the spoon he held onto the plate. “Can I go back to work, I feel bored all day at home.” Although Keisha is learning to cook but he feels like going back to work like he used to.

“Alright if that's what you want, I give permission.”

Keisha's lips smiled after getting permission from Areliano. “But no one wants to hire me. All my applications are rejected, can you give me a job?”

Areliano remembered Reagan who a few days ago was troubled because his personal assistant resigned. “Start tomorrow you can work.”

“Thank you,” said Keisha sincerely. He is happy not to play, from tomorrow he no longer needs to feel bored at home all day.

***

In the morning Keisha woke up early as usual. She prepared breakfast for herself and her husband. After everything was ready, Keisha went to the bathroom to take a bath and changed clothes. Now he is neat with a bone white shirt suit that is paired with long pants. He's out of the room. His lips smiled as he saw Areliano sitting at the dining table. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

Areliano and Keisha immediately started their morning breakfast. The rules of Areliano they must eat at the same time, no one should go first. One more thing Keisha learned, Areliano used to come home on time. But the man, after dinner, will return to his study and leave at bedtime. Not much interaction was established, but Keisha felt comfortable and safe living with Areliano. Even though they were married Areliano never had the slightest physical contact.

Areliano and Keisha finished breakfast. Areliano got up first. “I'll take you.”

“Wait a minute I will tidy up the dining table first,” said Keisha.

“No need, I've hired a housekeeper to do homework.” Areliano walked first.

Keisha's heart warmed a little, although her husband was very cold but the man was very considerate. Keisha walked after Areliano.

This morning Areliano was driving his own car, because Bert couldn't pick him up.

For the second time Keisha was in a car with Areliano. It seems Keisha is still awkward. His hand hugged the bag that was on his lap.

Along the way Areliano focused on driving, he parked his car in front of the Havelaar Group building.

Keisha stared at the Havelaar Group building that was in front of him. “Am I going to work here?” ask Keisha to make sure.

Areliano saw Luisa coming out of the entrance. “Come down.”

Keisha got out of the car following her husband's approach to a woman.

“Halo Areliano, long time no see,” joked Luisa.

Keisha remembered the woman in front of him was present at his wedding with the Havelaar family.

“I want to leave it to you, take good care of him,” said Areliano.

“I go first, be careful on the road,” Keisha told Areliano. He walked in the steps of the woman with an id card that read Luisa Demetri Havelaar (Secretary).

Areliano returned to the car after Keisha's body disappeared among the passersby.

Luisa brought Keisha to the special floor for the top leadership ranks in the company. They entered one of the rooms, which had two work desks. “This is our workspace, this is your table,” said Luisa showing Keisha's work desk.

Keisha approached her desk. While Luisa takes the id card for Keisha. “This is yours, be prepared Mr. Reagan will be there in ten minutes.”

Keisha's focused eyes looking at her id card written as the CEO's personal assistant moved quickly to look at Luisa. “Reagan?”

Luisa nodded. “Iya. Reagan Lorencius Havelaar, CEO of our company. And you work as his personal assistant.”

If only he could escape, Keisha wanted to do so. He couldn't possibly work with that depraved man. But he couldn't possibly resign just like that, Areliano was already very good at giving the position to Keisha's ability. Why should Reagan?

“You why Keisha?” Ask Luisa. He saw Keisha's face looking pale.

“It's okay. Is there a file on Mr Reagan's usual routine?”

Luisa showed the files piled on Keisha's desk. “You can read it, to get to know Reagan.”

Keisha immediately sat down at his desk, reading a file about the job desk he had to do. And Reagan's routines and habits.

Ten minutes passed so quickly, even Keisha had not finished reading yet but Luisa invited her to immediately go to Reagan's room.

Keisha squeezed his hand, he was terrified of having to face Reagan head on. Yet he tried to normalize his face, even though his chest was pounding quite hard.

Luisa opened the door of Reagan's room after getting permission from the owner. Keisha walked behind Luisa.

Luisa was standing right in front of Reagan's desk. The man was opening the balazer and conveying in a special place in the corner of the room.

Reagan returned to work and saw that Luisa was not alone today. “Ah this woman again,” Inner Reagan.

“Good morning Sir, I brought personal assistant Mr.”

Keisha bowed in salute to Reagan. He lowered his head not daring to look into the eyes of Reagan's eagle.

Reagan did not wrongly see, the woman who would become his personal assistant wife of Areliano. “Do well. Back in the room, for now I don't need you.”

“Good Sir,” replied Keisha. Keisha came out of the room.

Now in the room there are only Reagan and Luisa. “Who recommends it?”

“Areliano,” replied Luisa.

Reagan knew very well the nature of Areliano who did not like to mix personal affairs with the company. So he sent his wife to Havelaar's company.

“So far as the development of new products that will be louching this month?” Ask Reagan.

Luisa gave the file from her hand to Reagan. “Have walked ninety percent,” replied Luisa. Now they are getting late with the chatter of work problems.