CONFESSION STONED
164. History Heru (Part 1)

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“Exit from here, where are you going again?” ask Fifi to her best friend.

“Mau go home directly. You?” ask Sonya to Fifi.

“I'm going to the salon. Want hair scissors dikit trus creambath. I think my head has long been not rubbed.” Fifi pulled her bangs forward and blew them away.

“Don't ask for Heru?” sonya asked laughing while carrying the clothes hanger she had just tried.

“Kalo Heru who mijet, only the first 10 minutes. Next up is up to him,” said Fifi chuckled.

“All in one,” Sonya said. “I've done Fi, go to the cashier. You?” Sonya looked at the grocery bag in her best friend's hand.

“I've also spun. Take this for extra.” Fifi flicked on a lady's shirt in her hand.

They went to the cashier and paid for all the groceries. Shopping while chatting tells a lot of things with his best friend is very enjoyed by Fifi as a picnic. The pleasure is almost the same and it does not need to go far. Just to the shopping mall.

After spending almost 3 hours with Sonya, Fifi decided to go to the salon. That day, he got short hours. If the estimate does not miss, he can return home at dinner time. When else to relax alone once in a while, he thought.

Fifi and Sonya had just split up in front of the department store. Sonya turned to the corner of the mall to look for an elevator that would take her to the basement where her car was parked. While Fifi circled the half mall to go to the escalator.

When he reached the escalator and his hand almost touched the tire handle, his eyes caught the body figure he recognized. His broad back and the shirt he had this morning attached to his bed.

Heru, husband. Fifi turned the clock on her wrist. It was late afternoon, deserved the man wandering in the mall. A little curious about her husband's friend at the cafe, Fifi turned around. His steps only stopped a little to look inside. Heru sat back to the door with two women on his right. Bara was to the left of Heru and Agus whom he recognized was on the other side.

The woman who was talking to Heru looked very friendly. With a fluffy smile, the woman clenched and threw a moment's glance at the right side, then looked back at her lowered husband.

“Hmmm...” murmured Fifi turned his head to the right to see the movement the woman was doing next to Heru.

A moment after throwing her gaze to the right, the woman turned her head to Heru and dragged her hair to one side. Slightly distancing her head, the woman held the end of her hair with her left hand.

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Seeing that, Fifi understood what was going on and left the front door of the cafe. He looked back at the clock in his hand. He has to rush to the salon if he does not want to go home late.

Heru had clearly charmed the woman next to him. The movement of twisting the eyes, throwing a few glances and gesture justifies the hair that arises to respond to a person. Women often do not realize it. But Fifi was full of it. Before becoming a presenter, he used to manage a lifestyle/lifestyle column that often discussed male-female relationships.

After descending the escalator, Fifi immediately turned to a salon she had seen since arriving at the mall. That's not his salon. Fifi doesn't have a salon. It's the same for him where he gets treatment. The most important thing is the time. Because of the solid working hours, Fifi felt lucky if she could still sit in the salon massaging her head.

After ordering treatment at the cashier and obtaining a piece of paper that would take him to a hair stylist, Fifi sat in her chair to pull out the phone.

Clenching her mouth in amusement at the thought of her husband's reaction, Fifi typed in a message. The distance between the cafe and the salon is not far. Only one floor down. He did not want to send a message to Heru. Could-can men it damage ‘me time’ sorenya.

‘The sit is very tight. Her cheek can be stuck in.’

Most likely, until now Heru did not know that Fifi knew the secret. He knew that Heru used to have two girlfriends at once when he aggressively approached her. Heru forgot besides Bara he needed to shut the mouths of many of his friends.

“Model cut how Mbak?” ask a stylist who just attach a towel to the shoulder Fifi.

Still with a smile left on his face, Fifi gave an idea of his desire to the hair stylist.

Rasain, thought. Fifi could imagine Heru would be as sweet as he was indeed rarely screeching or quarreling with the man.

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“Where?” bara asked when Heru went back into the coffee outlet.

Heru. “Raib, but I'm curious. Fifi or her friends who saw me.” Heru again spread his gaze.

“Udah kelar nih, I was horrified. Want to hear directly again from Mas Agus, or later enough from me?” tanya Bara. He already knew of Heru's panic just now.

Bara knows Fifi as a woman who is rarely angry or nagging. But after sulking, Fifi never went out of town on vacation alone. At that time Heru was in the fog calling Fifi's phone that was not active because it was on the plane. They have no children yet and Heru is left behind. Only once, but the incident was very imprinted in Heru's memory. Because the next day, Fifi received a call from the beach in a bikini.

Bara feels better being colonized last night than being abandoned. Envisioning the Sejah sitting sunbathing by the beach wearing a bikini, making Bara shudder. Especially now that there is Mima. Although not in a fight, being left on vacation by his wives will obviously make him cringe.

After saying goodbye to Agus and his two employees, Heru hurriedly invited Bara to go home. And as usual, no matter how urgent the situation, Heru could still give his sweet smile to the two salespeople.

“This is to the office first ‘kan? My motor in Mas office...” said Bara.

“Aduh, justin. Tomorrow you go to work with me. Motor biarin in office,” cut Heru fast.

“Panik also yes..” Syndir Bara chuckled.

“That's your satisfaction,” replied Heru.

“Puas—puas. I'm content. Hahaha..” Bara was back laughing.

Heru glanced at his cousin's sister. The bara laughed more widely. And because he was amused to hear Bara's laughter, Heru also laughed out loud.

The two men laughed at each other's stupidity that they often do. Feeling superior and enjoying the look of admiration from the woman outside but soon such a confusion as the wife spread hostility.

It turned out that Heru arrived first at home. Fifi's car has not been seen in the garage and his wife has not answered her phone since. After kissing her son's cheek, Heru ran into the room. He had to shower immediately and act as if he had arrived home since then. The makeup tonight should be more dazzling he thought.

While cleaning his files on the desk, Heru glanced at the open door. New WiFi arrives with a new haircut. He soon realized that his wife was watching a live broadcast at the cafe. Heru was a little sorry even though he felt like he had done nothing. Fifi was very pretty with the hair she cut slightly past the ears. So fresh and fragrant.

“Kok not ngabarin anyway if you can go home today?” tanya Heru approached Fifi and took the handbag that his wife was carrying.

“Kalo ngasi tidings, I did not squirm that dong..” sahut Fifi relaxed towards the dressing table. He pulled the bench and sat facing the mirror. He brushed his hair slowly. Then his eyes looked at the lowered Heru and placed his chin on his shoulder. They exchanged glances through the mirror.

To Be Continued

Directly in the next part.