The dining table to the right of the stairs looks empty. However, a lot of food is presented neatly on it. Where is her savage husband?
Calista doesn't care. She immediately sat down in one of the chairs on the right. The rectangular dining table with 9 chairs is like for a large family. However, she saw no one. Two maids behind Calista were waiting to attend to all the needs of their mistress. Hera was standing right behind her left side.
"Where is he going?" Calista asked Hera.
"Who is he, madam?" Asked Hera.
"He is ... my husband. Has he left for work?" Calista asked again with a flat intonation.
"That's right, madam. Mr. Darren left very early in the morning." Hera replied.
"Ohh..." Calista continued to eat her breakfast. The breakfast menu of toast and a glass of warm chocolate milk had made her full.
With limping steps from the effects of fighting all night, Calista walked through every room inside and outside the house. The main goal actually wanted to see just one photo showing the face of her masked husband. Unfortunately, there are no photos of this house. Not even the usual family photos in every house can be found here.
Calista pursed her lips. Finally, she decided to sit on the back porch surrounded by flowers. Her old cell phone had been confiscated. Now she has the latest mobile phone at a very fantastic price. However, the contents of her contacts are only one person, namely her husband Darren.
"Fyuuhh, what's the point of a sophisticated cell phone if the contents of the contact only have one name. Huft, I lost my friends' cell phone number. Luckily I remember mom's cellphone number." Calista muttered. She also punched in some numbers and saved them with the name, dear mother.
Calista doesn't realize that her every move is currently being watched by a surveillance camera located on the back above. Even what Calista wrote was clearly visible to someone behind the computer screen.
The man watched Calista's every move through his laptop screen which was connected to all the CCTV cameras at home. His right fist supports his right cheek. His body was in the office but his mind was wandering remembering the hot night he spent last night with his paid wife.
"What do you think, sir? Is everything in order?" Andrew asked.
"Damn it!" Darren cursed in his heart. He was currently chairing the meeting but why was he even thinking about that woman?
"Ahem, we'll continue after lunch." Darren came out of the meeting room with his laptop in his hand.
All meeting participants could only stare at their boss walkout. Andrew sighed. Since morning the boss is like he is not usually. Often daydreaming and smiling to himself. Andrew guessed for sure because it was the first night with his wife.
"Yes, it's enough for the meeting here first. We will continue again at 1 o'clock." Andrew shook his head remembering the actions of his boss who arbitrarily postponed the meeting just because his mind was divided.
"Andrew, what's my schedule for today?" Darren immediately called Andrew who had just entered the boss's room.
"Continue the meeting at 1 pm, to the project site at 3 pm, and meet clients at the Terazza cafe at 6 pm," Andrew replied as he opened his agenda.
"Set 6 o'clock tomorrow morning. I'm going to mommy's boutique." Darren answered.
"But it's an important client sir. We've been trying to meet after a long time." Andrew tries to restore his boss's sanity, who has been acting strangely since morning until now. Usually, the boss always prioritizes work and work, besides that there is no other gap. Even if he had to have fun, he would do it in the middle of the night with Jack and Lewis, his best friends in the nightlife with alcohol and prostitutes.
"You dare to argue with me?" Darren's sharp gaze intimidated Andrew, who immediately became nervous and froze.
"No sir. Alright, I'll try to re-arrange it with the other side. If there's no more, I'll excuse myself." Andrew replied, looking down.
"Go!" Darren waved his hand.
Andrew took a step back and left the room immediately.
Darren looked at the city of Jakarta from the glass window behind his desk. All traffic jams, buildings, and vehicle traffic are clearly visible from the top floor of this building. His mind flashed back to last night's struggle.
"SHIT SHIT!!! Why do I have to keep remembering?" He cursed his heart. Remembering it made Darren want to go home immediately and vent his male lust. However, he didn't want his face to be seen until the time he set.
He still expects Britney to come back despite being someone's wife. She didn't want her marriage to cost her a second chance with her lover. Britney once saved her life while they were surfing on the south coast. But a big wave hit Darren's body and made him lose in the waves. Luckily at that time Britney was nimble and dived looking for him until she found him and pulled him to the shore and gave artificial respiration.
Since then Darren promised to protect Britney whenever needed. Unfortunately, Darren's kindness is misused by Britney, and Darren is left in pursuit of the rich man who bought him a luxury apartment. From the marriage of Britney and her husband, they have 2 children who are all handed over to the babysitters.
Darren was extremely disappointed and decided to get married and have 3 children so that Britney would be rivaled. It's childish, but if love has blinded the eyes and heart, then everything doesn't need logic anymore.
While Darren was daydreaming, suddenly his body was hugged from behind which made Darren gasp in surprise. However, Darren had already guessed this must be Britney. Because no one else dared to hug him other than Britney, not even his paid wife.
"What are you thinking dear?" Britney leaned her face on Darren's back. A wide and sturdy back that is sure to be the dream of all women.
"I miss you." Britney continued.
Darren held his arms around his body.
"Britney, this is the office. Please take care of yourself." Darren released one by one the fingers that were on his stomach.
"I usually also come here often and come in to hug you. Why have you changed now?" Britney looked up at her beloved man's green eyes.
"Sit down. I still have a lot of work to do." Darren pulled Britney's hand to the sofa and sat her there, a bit far from his oversized chair.
"You've changed. Have you got a new girlfriend?" Britney asked indignantly.
"Girlfriend? I even have a wife," Darren thought. The wife whose virginal blood was clearly visible on the bed sheet this morning before leaving her bridal chamber. So Darren chose not to answer Britney's question.
"Who is she, Darren? Did your mother set you up with a businessman's daughter?" Because according to Britney, Darren is not a man who is easy to find a replacement for himself, unless his parents arrange a marriage.
"Nothing, do not think like that. Now, please go home. I'll call you when I'm free." Darren busied himself by starting to check some incoming emails on his laptop.