You're Changing, Mas
Spying At Once New Secretary

This is one way that I can find out everything related to Gibran's change. As a wife should not be bad-minded, but on the one hand this problem is what makes my relationship and my husband tenuous. I don't know what's going on. I want to believe in my husband, but the more days Gibran changes the more uncontrollable. That's what makes me want to spy on her through someone.

Yeah, someone I trust a lot. Someone I know very well. She is the Goddess, my cousin from next door. The Goddess was a pretty lady and she was also a smart woman. He's 23 years old. I called him on purpose to give him an important assignment. It just so happens that he has a pretty famous boutique venture. So I purposely gave him the job of being the new secretary in Gibran's office.

And fortunately, Gibran did not know Dewi, in the past before Dewi opened a boutique, he took a lecture abroad, so I have not had time to introduce the Gibran mas to Dewi, Dewi, after all during our wedding, Dewi was still busy with her script, so she did not have time to come to our wedding.

Then now I will enter the application of Dewi's work to the HRD as well as ask for help from him, of course without the knowledge of Gibran. And that effort was strongly approved by HRD for my reasons. Anyway I also know the people in the HRD section well, so I'm easy to do anything without telling Gibran first.

"Wi, please help Ma'am. If mas Gibran yells at you, angry with you or cold with you, help you who patiently take care of him yes," I asked the Goddess. I clasped his hand and pleaded.

"Yes, Goddess try not to disappoint Ma'am anyway. But please make sure that Gibran mas will not recognize Dewi as his family Ma'ak," Dewi also clasped my hand, he smiled.

"You take it easy, Wi. Everything is safe, really. Anyway Madam serahin is all the same as you."

"Well, the Goddess will do her best for Ma'am, for Mbak's happiness as well as Gibran's."

"Thank you, Wi. You are indeed a good cousin," I hug the Goddess gladly.

"Together, my dear mother!"

"Yes, now that you go down and go in and find a woman named Lala, she will teach you how to be her secretary in Gibran Aditya. Fighting...!" I give spirit to the Goddess.

"Ok, fighting!" reply Dewi excited, then he opened the car door then went down and stepped in looking for Lala.

After finding the Goddess had entered safely to his office in Gibran, I immediately went from there using a taxi. I deliberately used a taxi so that no one would recognize me, especially Gibran.

When I got home, I was confused as to what to do. All the housework has been taken care of by the waiter, cooking was also all done by the waiter. It's actually delicious so I. Want nothing to stay prepared. Work is no longer. At the doang relaxing house.

Usually at this hour if I'm bored sometimes I play to Gibran's office while bringing lunch for him if he doesn't have a meeting outside. But now it can't. Mas Gibran would have told me to go home if I'd seen him.

I finally decided to read a novel after that to watch TV. After that, I took a shower and watched TV again. My eyes can not be separated from the wall clock that I always lyric until my head dizzy to and fro waiting at 5 pm.

Rushing I contacted the Goddess at the end there, whether she was still in the office or on her way home.

Hello, Madam Manda.

Goddess, where are you? How was your first day at Gibran's office?

I'm still in the office, Ma'am. The first day of work here was good, Ma'am. I was just an introduction to Gibran because I was still learning with Lala. Sorry haven't had time to tell Mbak, because this is very busy from earlier Mbak Lala told me this and that. I think Mbak Lala did not last long in this office. His face was bent as Gibran called him, hehe.

Oh yeah, so sorry Lala. Emm .. mas Gibran is still in the office huh, Wi?

Hah, your husband has been home since, Ma'am. Faster at 3 o'clock.

But Gibran hasn't come home yet, Wi. Maybe he's meeting outside?

Okay, thanks, Wi. Don't forget to rest a lot to face tomorrow, hehe.

I'm going to my boutique, Mom. I want to check the work there.

Oh yeah, besides your secretary you're the boss, yeah. Haha.

You forgot, Ma'am. This is all for you. Very difficult, hahaha.

Sorry, sorry.

Yes, understood Mbak.

After a long story, I finally decided to wait for the return of Gibran on the terrace while reading a magazine. Until almost magrib who was waiting did not come home, I finally entered the house.

Waiting for Gibran is like waiting for a soul mate who never proposes.

"I forgot that lately Gibran has been coming home late" I muttered disappointedly, my eyes glazed over.

Exactly at 9pm, I'm still waiting for Gibran in the living room. And lucky my husband just got home. I greeted him warmly and with a cheerful smile. Yes, it's possible that Gibran's attitude can return to normal as before. That's what I always expected.

"Mas Gibran..," I said softly.

But Gibran passed me without looking at me, he stepped into the room. Again I was ignored. But I'm not giving up. I have to keep Gibran as warm and loving as ever.

"Mas, please don't ignore me. Don't hurt me with your silence. Tell me where my fault lies. Please don't make our relationship ruined because of something I don't understand. Didn't we dream of having a small family with a son and daughter? Let's make our dreams come true, Mas!" I complained to Gibran with tears that had washed his clothes.

I hugged Gibran from behind while he was unbuttoning his shirt. I cried while pouring out my heart, wishing him sympathy for me.

"Deliver! I told you I don't like whiny women like you, okay!" snapped a deafening Gibran mas. He did not answer my question and instead brushed my hand away violently.

"Why have you changed, Mom? You were not like this before. When I used to cry, you must always calm me down and hold me. But why do you hate that now, Mas?" tanyaku.

"I am a human being who can change one day. It's been there move!" He pushed my body backwards.

I was surprised. Now Gibran has dared to be rude to me. Touched only he was not willing to let alone combine love to have a child.

"I'm crying because of you, Mom!" lirih.

"From now on don't you dare embrace me and don't cry in front of me anymore, because I'm sick of your crying. It makes me dizzy just know!" instead of solving the problem, he turned around and immediately stepped into the bathroom past me as if I didn't exist.

My heart hurts so much to hear his words. Sickened? So sick of Gibran with my cries? In fact, a husband can melt with the tears of the wife when crying and will embrace her with regret if she makes a mistake.