29. She is young and beautifully

*pov sari*

Omg, he is handsome.. I don't know what I said in my heart, why can't my eyes stop stealing glances at an adult man. 'Sari.. he is a husband not a single person!' I thought to myself, I am not aware that I can't turn to look at that handsome face.

Mrs. Asya is very lucky to get a handsome, rich and a good man- in my opinion. Because there are rarely bosses who want to make small talk to take their employees home, if I can also get a man like him, my life will definitely change and my mother will be proud of me.

'Oh my gosh, what the hell am I imagining too much, how could a rich guy like him be attracted to a young girl who has nothing like me, very different from Mrs. Asya who is also beautiful, intelligent and educated.' I dream in my heart.

but isn't Ica also related to a man who is already married, the man is very interested in Ica. In fact he was able to give whatever Ica wanted, amazing! Should I learn from her how to win the heart of a married man?

'No Sari.. don't do it!' You are not Ica, you are yours

**

"Had arrived." He stopped the car right in front of his minimalist house that we had lived in for a long time.

"Oh yes sir, thank you. Sorry for bothering you." Sari said politely to her boss' husband.

"It's okay, I thank you for returning this very important key."

"My pleasure, sir." Sari opened the door and smiled at the man.

Sari pulled the door knob slowly while turning her head back to the man, but the car immediately drove away leaving Sari who still wanted to see the handsome face of her boss' husband.

*Erlan Pov*

"She is a sweet girl." I prayed in my heart to see the young woman who just got out of my car.

I'm Erlan, a successful businessman who is rich. I have many businesses at home and abroad. And I am married to a woman who can also be said to be successful, she is beautiful, smart and very perfectionist. yes .. she is Asya, a woman who is very ambitious for wealth even though at this time the wealth I give may be excessive.

But she still adheres to the principle that she must also have her own income and wealth, therefore she is very busy with several branches of her salon business which have penetrated in several cities. 

Actually, I don't agree that she is too eager to work, because for me the money I give her every month is fantastic, maybe she can buy a luxury apartment unit from that money. 

but she was quite stubborn, she did not accept my will and in the end I was the one who gave in to let her do what she likes.

I've left her for a long time, so that she feels lost when I'm not around- I hope. but 

In fact she accepted my departure with ease, let alone my reason to build a new business. She wouldn't mind if it was about money.

Whereas in the past I wanted a wife who stayed at home, waiting for my return and taking care of my children with her own hands and of course can treat me gently and romantically when we are alone at home. 

'ah.. never mind', physically Asya has nothing to lose, it's just that she is so stubborn and firm that she rarely acts romantically with me.

After more than a year I was abroad, and finally decided to return to this city to gather with my wife and children. Apparently nothing has changed, Asya is still the same as before, busy..busy.. and very busy with her career.

but that's okay, the important thing is that I can be with my only son, and I really miss the atmosphere of this place, especially the food in this country.

when I got home I would be presented with a scene where the woman was busy in front of her laptop, and my son was playing with his nanny.

"Not finished yet?" I asked, looking at Asya who was very focused on the screen.

"Not yet.. there's still a lot." She answered without looking at me.

"I want to eat."

"Just go ahead, auntie has already cooked."

I let out a breath, used to hearing those words. I immediately left her, who was very passionate about work.

Luckily she married me, a loyal man, who does not like to glance at other women even though sometimes I get bored with her but I don't like playing with other women let alone having to deal with women of the night. 'Disgusting to me!'.

Yes.. I am the type of man who is difficult to fall in love with. I used to fall in love with Asya because she is a beautiful figure even today, she is smart, decisive and a leader at heart and she is very well known in college for her intelligence. 

But it turns out that after becoming a wife, her usual attitude of being a leader is very disturbing to me.

I returned to the room where I always slept with her, she was seen talking to someone on the cellphone.

"I'm quite tired today," I said as I approached her who was sitting on the bed and had ended the call.

"I'm tired too."

"If you're tired, don't force it and take a rest."

"No, I have a schedule for tomorrow's meeting material. I have to go out of town to inaugurate a new salon branch."

"Out of town?... when?"

"Tomorrow."

"How long or?"

"One week."

"Can I come with you?"

"You don't have to, bee, control the salon in here, because the visitors are very busy."

"I control the salon business, I'm not experienced in that field."

"Yes.. just receiving news, if employees need urgent assistance."

"Okay."

******

tomorrow she will leave for the next week, so tonight I want to ask for my rights as a husband. I hugged her, who was lying on her back. I kissed her shoulder-length hair which was quite fragrant.

"Honey.." I whispered, but she was still at that point.

I caressed her white hand, and kissed her shoulder. I miss the ministry of my wife. As a man I really want this desire fulfilled.

"Honey.." I whispered closer to her ear.

"Yes..." She answered, a little lazy without opening her eyes.

" will I" I asked.

"I have to leave tomorrow morning, afraid I'll be late."

"Not to long, just a moment."

"I'm so tired."

"But will I"

"Next please, wait for me to come back here." She closed her eyes, and her breath began to blow indicating her sleep was getting deeper.

I went and took a bottle of drink from the glass cupboard. I'd rather drink than have to endure this unquenchable desire. Now I'm late with this drink that makes me float. 

Yes.. I like to drink this when my heart is upset and disappointed because by drinking, I forget my annoyance and she will take me in pleasant ini sweet dreams.

"Are you disappointed?" she asked.

I looked at the woman who was now beside me, who was tidying up the bottles and glasses that were used earlier.

'Who is she, why is she here?' I still see her face vaguely, because my eyes are not too clear to catch her.

"You ..." a glimpse of her face like the woman I just gave a ride home this afternoon. I smiled seeing her

"... sir .." I finished the drink, it seems that the master has drunk quite a lot.

That voice, the voice of the maid in my house. Unfortunately, I was hallucinating, it turned out that he was a lady who actually worked at my house. "Why was I able to imagine the girl's face," I muttered quietly, closing my eyes.

Yeah, i see different point of view on her face, she was beautiful just like Asya in the past