Patience of the Heart Wulan
Chapter 05_What are you doing?

Her heart was pinched reading the name of her husband's ex-lover. He did not expect that Damar was still in contact and even had Ratna's number. Though he thought Damar did not remember about Ratna, which was caused by an accident a few months ago.

Despite her heavy heart, Wulan returned to reading the chat from Ratna.

^^^📱"Damar, it's me Ratna."^^^

^^^📱"Thank you for helping me and driving me home. Oh well, you left your watch."^^^

There was also a chat from a beautiful woman. Wulan did not know the woman. His heart thumped fast. Wulan opens a chat from a beautiful woman named Anggi's secretary contact.

^^^📱"Pak Damar good morning. Today is your schedule to meet with clients in Surabaya. The rest I'll inform at the office."^^^

^^^📱"Excited yes Sir, I will wait for you in the office."^^^

At the time will read the third chat from a woman called Anggi secretary. Wulan is surprised by Damar who snatched his phone.

"What are you doing Wulan? Don't you usually check my phone? Are you starting to suspect me?" Damar looked at Wulan with a sharp look. Damar's gaze did not focus on looking into his wife's eyes.

Wulan moved from her seat, surprised to see that Damar had snatched the phone from her hand. "I didn't mean to suspect you, Damar. But...?" Wulan's speech was cut when Damar had spoken in a high tone.

"Oh, you are for many reasons!" sergeant Damar is angry.

Wulan let out a long sigh, she rubbed her chest. "Did you remember Ratna?"

"Yes, I remember it. Wh why? Do you mind if I remember?" Damar breezed away from Wulan's presence, he now stands in front of the closet not taking clothes for prayer but taking a change of clothes for sports.

Wulan shook her head. He wanted to say he didn't mind Damar's question. But his heart said something else. He continued to look at Damar who was changing into his usual shirt and shorts.

"I didn't mean to check your phone that's been ringing since. I'm also grateful that you've remembered Ratna. When did you meet her?"

Damar clasped his cell phone tightly, he recalled his meeting with Ratna last night. "Night, I accidentally saw Ratna on the street, she said she just came home from the hospital to see her father."

"And you drove him home?" Wulan asked while holding back her jealousy.

"Yes. I drove him home." Damar replied honestly but still sniffling. "So you actually checked my phone?" Accuse him with a firm voice.

Wulan was shocked to the point of being stunned to hear Damar's answer. Very angry, but saw the look on Damar's face that he held him. He then put aside his question about Ratna. And asked about the secretary named Anggi, because he felt he had just found out the name in the neighborhood Damar worked.

"But who's Anggi's secretary? Have you changed secretary?" He asked in a smooth voice, holding back the anger and sadness in his heart.

"Yes, I've changed secretaries." Damar replied without seeing Wulan.

Wulan approached Damar. "Why did you suddenly change your secretary? What happened to Bu Pertiwi? And why don't you talk to me first?"

Damar had finished wearing his clothes instead. He threw the towel in any direction. He answered Wulan's question without seeing his wife. "Did I have to confirm anything to you, including my secretary? Lagian Anggi is also deft she is good, so what's the problem? The secretary you chose for me is often sickly and she will also have surgery."

"Since when?" Wulan asked increasingly trembling, her manic looked at Damar with a sad look.

"From a week ago." Damar answered briefly, then walked past his wife.

Wulan turned her body to follow where Damar was going to get out of the room. "But Damar, you don't usually decide for yourself. You always ask for my opinion on the factory and anything. But why is it this time as if my words are not what you consider? What the hell happened to you?"

Damar stopped his steps. He answered Wulan without looking. "As usual?" Damar paused his words. He aligned his chin with his shoulders looking at Wulan from the tail of his eyes. "Your words, impress me as if a puppet, who can't do anything without your opinion!"

Wulan looked at Damar who had returned to his feet, when Damar was about to open the door Wulan said again. "Where are you going? Why don't you pray with me?"

"Lazy!" Ketus Damar then opened the door and went out of the room.

Wulan was glued to where she was standing, as if a huge nail had stuck her foot on the floor. His heart raged on hearing all of Damar's answers which were extremely painful feelings. Wulan's gaze clouded, with all his strength he held back his tears so as not to wet his cheeks.

Wanting to get angry, wanting to scream. But it will only make Damar scold him with words that are very painful.

"I have to investigate. What made my husband change. Even Damar who used to wake up before me and invite me to pray together, has really changed."

Wulan stared at the calligraphy of Allah and Muhammad. "Only to Him do I ask for help." Wulan. Then perform the morning prayer alone in the room.

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Damar kept moving his legs to run. Surrounding the village which is still visible in the evening. The sun had yet to fully roll up the light in the coppery sky.

Breathing heavily, Damar paused for a moment. He sees the area around. In the vastness of the rice fields he breathed fresh air. His regret at Wulan was indeed unreasonable. It was as if his wife had done the wrong thing.

Damar tried to recall what happened to him, why lately saw the wife arise a sense of anger, as if he wanted to vent his emotions.

Nah!

She could not be rude to Wulan, she was a kind woman who was willing to carry her child. Damar ran as fast as he could to get home, he wanted to apologize to his wife.

But his ears heard someone asking for help. Damar stopped his steps, he circulated his manic view of seeing a woman who was mired in the dry waters of the rice fields.

"Please!"

"Please!"

Damar approached a woman who was screaming for help. Who would have thought, the woman who was mired in the rice field was one of her employees at the factory.

"Secretary Anggi?" Damar saw the employee was mired in a dry rice ditch as deep as one meter along with the bike, he saw Anggi's feet pinned in the body of the bike.

"Sir Damar, help me sir. My feet hurt a lot." Anggi waved his hand upwards recognizing someone who was his superior.

"Yes-yes for a minute." Damar immediately jumped into the rice field. Then help Anggi's legs are pinned by the body of the bike. After it was felt Anggi's feet were not squeezed then Damar pulled Anggi to get out of the irrigation of the rice fields.

Unbalanced, Anggi falls on Damar's body. He met with the eyes of his superiors. Whoever the woman does not refuse to fall asleep with the good looks of Damar Mangkulangit.

Damar soon realized himself, and got rid of Anggi's body that was on it.

"Sorry Sir." Anggi misbehaved, her cheeks met red.

"It's okay Ngi? What about your feet?" Netra Damar stared at Anggi's red-looking ankle. Judging from the expression of Anggi's face that was bent as if the sign of his feet was not okay.

"It hurts sir." Anggi held his ankle.

"I think your leg's sprained."

"It looks like it is, sir, very sick. To the point that I feel like my legs are coming off. How will I work."

Netra Damar stared at Anggi's bicycle which was still in the ditch of the rice field, he immediately picked it up and saw that the pedal had broken. "Looks like your bike has to be fixed too."

"Yes sir, I understand." Anggi is hard-earned to get up from the grass. "It seems that I will also have trouble coming home, because my house is far from here."

"If you know far, why did you ride a bike up here."

Damar saw Anggi struggling to stand probably because of his sprained leg. He sighed and offered to help his employees.

"Here, I stone you papah." Damar shook his open hand.

Anggi looked at Damar's hand, gladly welcoming the kindness of his servant boss. "Thank you sir."

"Because you said your house was far away, so temporarily stop by my house first. I'll take you home." Damar struggled in guiding a bicycle and memapah Anggi towards home.

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