You're Changing, Mas
Stay at Hotel

Today is exactly the second day I'm at the hotel. With all the sadness, anger, anxiety, anxiety and hate come together into one. Bad shadows always haunt me. Fear is now exploring my mind.

Do I mean nothing to my husband anymore? Am I not attractive in my husband's eyes anymore? Am I a boring wife to my husband? Actually, what's wrong and less than me that Gibran doesn't care about me anymore? Or maybe there are other women who are filling the heart of Gibran? Oh no, I hope it's not like that.

From the first day I left the house, no one even called Gibran. I seem to have been considered non-existent. My departure she considers an opportunity for her freedom. The absence of me with him might make him happy. So my decision to leave the house was correct with no evidence of Gibran contacting me or looking for me. I'm very disappointed.

Dert dert dertt

I rushed to see the screen on my phone, I was hoping that it was Gibran mas. But in fact, when I saw it even the name of the Goddess listed there. I smiled blandly. I shouldn't have waited for a call from Gibran's mas who had turned his heart to stone, hard and cold. You stupid Amanda, my inner self.

I also answered the call of the Goddess lazily, there is no spirit and passion. Though I told the Goddess to always give news of daily activities about Mas Gibran in the office.

Hello Goddess, what's wrong?

Ma'am, seriously. Mas Gibran has been angry for two days. And today worse, your husband is raging, his office is a mess like a broken ship. I can't wait to see his boss, Ma'am.

Is there a problem at the office? Did Gibran's company lose the tender?

The company is safe, ma'am. Your husband is just another error. You guys fight, Mommy?

No fighting, really. I've been at the hotel for two days, gone from home.

Whahuh? So it turns out that the problem is with you, Ma'am.

What does it have to do with Ma'am?

Yes because Maak left the house, so your husband was angry not clear at the office. Mending Mommy to go home. Because I do not feel at work if your husband is raging again in the office.

Don't want to ah, the Gibran people just don't care about the same Ma'am. On the first day of his departure from home, he never contacted Ma'am.

Yes, now in which hotel? After coming home from work, I samperin Mbak to there.

All right, I'll share the lock to you, Wi.

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Ting tong Ting tong

"Mother."

"Goddess, come on in" I let the Goddess come in.

We also sat on the side of the bed next to each other.

"Sir, what the hell are you guys having so much trouble leaving the house? Same story me," asked the Goddess looking so anxious.

"Huh, the story is long. Mbak was tired of being at home, it was no longer considered the same mas Gibran," I sighed heavily by bending his gloomy face.

I also told Dewi at length from the beginning about my departure from home without my husband's knowledge. From the beginning of the attitude of Gibran mas who did not keep his promise which was proven to fire all the servants in the house so that I replaced all the duties of servants to take care of our entire house which was as large as the house of the rich man. In addition, Gibran who often returned home at night to make the dishes I made to be in vain. Let alone touch, not eat.

"Jeez, Ma'am .. So you mean that time was busy working is you take care of a house that big? Wow, that's really bad for Gibran. Her secret. I just can't afford Ma'am" protested Dewi.

"Makanya Mbak away from home. Not only that, actually Mbak is very afraid that the nights alone at home," I said.

"When it's like this, I can't say anything. But because of your problems, I too am affected. I'm the place where your husband's anger is at the office. Office Boy was just overwhelmed by the messy Gibran carpets in his room," said Dewi with the look of his face bent.

"Ngapain also mas Gibran angry because Mbak went away from home? Mas Gibran people are not looking for Ma'am, never call, he does not care about Ma'am" I said.

"Maybe he's a prestige for your phone, ma'am. I want to hit the boss' brain. Maybe the error of his head," said the Goddess looks emotional.

Bipp beep beep bippp

Sounded notif on my phone, I was lazy to open it, at most it was just a notification from pranksters or promo offers.

"There's a message, Ma'am!" dewi.

"Let's go," I said lazily.

"Who knows it's your husband!"

"No way she can, Wi."

Bipp beep beep bippp

The next notification reads back.

"No more messages, ma'am. Just look first," said Dewi glanced at the mobile phone above the nightstand.

"Males ah."

The goddess was so curious that she looked at the screen of my phone and could see who the sender was.

"No, Gibran sent a message to you Ma'am," Dewi was so enthusiastic.

"Lied you," I said in disbelief.

"Surely, look at yourself," the Goddess showed my phone at me.

I felt disbelief, and after I saw it, it was true that it was from Gibran mas.

"Come, open the message Mbak," said Dewi impatiently.

Slowly I opened the message from Gibran. Actually scared. Afraid that Gibran would be happy with my departure. My heart is beating strong enough.

Slowly I read a message from Gibran.

First message. "Where areyou? Go home now?"

Second message. "Hurry home now!"

I read the message. My eyes did not see wrong. Gibran asked me to come home now. Slowly my smile rose wide. There is happiness in my heart right now.

"What's the message?" the Goddess wanted to know.

"Mas Gibran told me to go home now, Wi."

"Yes, let's hurry now Ma'am. I'll take you home soon, "Dewi pulled my hand to pack her clothes.

"Yes, one minute!" In spirit I packed all the clothes and I put them in the suitcase.

Me and Dewi walked quickly to the car and drove straight to my house, a beautiful house with my husband, Gibran.

In front of the house looks mas Gibran was sitting on the terrace like deliberately waiting for my return. I smiled happily at him.

"Mas Gibran, I'm home!"