God Give Me a Second Chance

God Give Me a Second Chance
Chapter 7


And the person was no less surprised when he knew that the CEO of the company Indrawan Group was someone who had been a queen in his heart.


"Cla" said the person in front of him.


"Arya?, is this really Arya Ramadan?" Clarisya was surprised to know that the person who became her co-worker was someone who had been a part of her life for 2 years.


"Yes this is Arya Ramadan" the man confirmed Clarisya's words. Everyone who saw the two people was astonished but they did not have the guts to ask, because they still wanted to work in this company to provide for their families.


"How are you doing now, Cla,?" arya asked while looking at the face that she missed so much for 7 years.


"My news is good, and what about your own Arya? ask Clarisya.


"As you can see, my news is very good, especially after I know that the CEO of this company is you" said Arya.


"Oh yes, later after the meeting we had lunch together" Arya invited Clarisya to lunch together.


"All right" Clarisya said. After that, they started their meeting.


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While in the market there was a man who was resting himself, because he was very tired. The clock has also shown at 11:45, and 5 minutes more time for him to go home.


And now the hour is right at 11:50 when he came home, while on the road he thought about cooking what food for the night.


As he walks in search of public transport, he accidentally sees his wife getting out of the car with a man he doesn't know in front of a cafe.


But his mind remained positive thinking. He also approached his wife.


"Cla" the man called his wife. And it turns out that the man was Nizam who accidentally saw Clarisya on the road with a man who was none other than Arya Ramadan.


Arya and Clarisya turned to the voice, how upset Clarisya was when she saw the person who called her was her husband Nizam.


But Clarisya immediately dispelled her shock, she returned to her usual attitude.


"Yes, who are you?" ask Clarisya.


"Do you know me, Cla?" instead of answering Nizam, he asked his wife.


"Who are you, do we know each other?, but I don't think so" Clarisya tried to contain her nervousness.


"I'm Nizam Cla, your husband" Nizam said.


Suddenly Clarisya's heart was racing from hearing the narration from Nizam, who revealed that he was Clarisya's husband.


'Geek, why the hell the kingpin should say that he is my husband** ' Clarisya was upset by all the words from Nizam just now.


"Eits, for a minute, you don't ngaku as her husband Clarisya yes, where would Clarisya like your rich man, like a kingpin" Arya doesn't believe in all the sayings from Nizam, she said, because he thinks Clarisya's type is like him.


Clarisya just silently stared, not a word coming out of her mouth.


"Lifting you from here, do not forget to read before saying, You are not worthy of this beautiful Clarisya" Nizam also drove Nizam from that place.


Arya and Clarisya entered the cafe after Nizam's departure. With a disappointed heart Nizam left from there, he could not believe that Clarisya did not want to admit himself at all in front of the man.


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"Assalamu'alaikum" when entering Nizam did not forget to say hello as usual.


He rushed into his room to bathe, and prayed first.


And after that straight clean the house, from sweeping the house, mopping, nyapu yard, nyuci dishes, nyuci clothes.


After it was done, he continued to cook for dinner himself and his wife.


He would cook dinner with a menu of spicy sour gurame fish, flour fried squid, capcay, and not to forget he made his favorite fried sambal.


In about 45 minutes he finished cooking. After finishing cooking Nizam returned to his room. To cleanse himself again, as sweat soaked his entire body.


Now that Nizam had finished bathing, when he came out of the room he heard the sound of Clarisya's car engine entering the yard.


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Nizam immediately smiled when he saw Clarisya, although he actually still harbored his disappointment. But he will take away his disappointment towards Clarisya.


She is also self-conscious, perhaps Clarisya is ashamed to admit herself as a husband to her, due to her appearance and also her work that could have made Clarisya embarrassed.


"Just home?" nizam asked as Clarisya immediately sat on the living room sofa.


"You don't see what, if I just got home from work, use everything" Clarisya began to get emotional with Nizam.


Especially when he remembered the incident last afternoon, where Nizam stated that Nizam was the husband of him.


"Oh yes, I just want to mention you. If we meet outside, let's just say we NEVER KNOW AT ALL OK" Clarisya pressed the word at the end of the sentence.


"Well, if that's what you want, I'll go to your will" replied Nizam with a smile that could not be interpreted.


"Tell me until you tell me, if you were my husband, like this afternoon, I would make the same calculation as you" Clarisya threatened Nizam.


Nizam nodded. After saying that, Clarisya immediately went to her room to clean and after that dinner.


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The night came without orders. And now it's dinner time. Like last night, Nizam ate in the kitchen.


Because Clarisya would not eat one table with Nizam, if she ate one with Nizam. His appetite will just disappear.


Therefore, Nizam prefers to eat in the kitchen rather than making Clarisya's appetite disappear, because he does not want Clarisya not eat the same and make him sick.


After eating Nizam cleaned the dinner table and washed all the dirty dishes, while Clarisya went straight to her room to rest.


The one who was supposed to clean the dinner table and wash the dishes was Clarisya's duty as a wife, but she did everything happily.


Now that everything is in order and finished, Nizam is back in his room, because tomorrow he will go to work.


He also had to wake up very early, because he had to make breakfast for himself and also for Clarisya.


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