The Little Wife of Mr. President
Back With Empty Hands

The late night finally dawned Angga from his focus of work. He rubbed his tired face while staring at the clockwork on his desk.

"Lord wants to get married, but I just have to work harder. Like I was getting married." she shook her head in disbelief.

The man walked out of the room carrying a briefcase after rearranging all the messy files. Until accidentally his eyes were fixed on the room of the boss who still lit the lights. The owner of the room is still inside.

His footsteps turned towards the room of Saguna, and right. When he knocked there was no answer, he opened the door. His eyes were in the view of the sleeping man with a very calm face.

Only the headband he did before finally Saguna chose to wake the master.

"Master! Mister, wake. It's been one night." he said after several times the hand moved to pat Saguna's shoulder.

"Huh? One o'clock?" his question was so shocked to hear the number of hours called Angga, the secretary.

Angga. "Yes, Sir. I thought you went home first. I'm sorry, Sir."

Saguna looks so agitated. There is no time to finish everything. It really makes him so dizzy. Tonight all he has to finish before tomorrow's their wedding.

"Feet, come with me." he immediately ran out of the room with a cell phone in his hand.

No matter how he works. He really needs to see Gita tonight.

"How can I ignore a matter like this, Angga? My problem with the Gita is much bigger but I'm focused on the company." along the way, Saguna continues to curse herself.

He rubbed his face a few times because of the emotion in himself. While Angga still remained silent focus on staring at the road ahead. A little guilt in his heart. It should be the one that reminds the master to immediately solve his problem. Darling, he was late in a very tiring job.

"Is it okay for us to go this late, sir?" tanya Angga was worried about meeting someone who hitchhiked with the family at an hour that was almost morning.

The saunas did not answer at all. It's a fool, the most important thing is that the Gita has to finish first. It was impossible if he married in his status that was still the husband of people.

Until the twenty-minute journey just passed. Now it looks like a car lamp belonging to Saguna illuminates a simple house that is not so big. But quite well maintained with some flowers that are taken care of on the terrace of his house.

"That's one piece, sir. The light inside was dark" said Angga who looked inside the car. Only the lights on the porch are lit. While from the gap the window curtains looked dark.

The goose also realized that.

"Let's try it first. Maybe they sleep by turning off the lights like this." said Saguna still trying.

Obediently, Angga knocked on the door of the house several times. The disgruntled lagoon finally made a sound.

Tok tok tok tok

"Excuse me!" his screams are so echoing.

Until several times they screamed and knocked, while Angga several times peeked at the outside window. Absolutely no occupants are visible, even the slippers are just one that seems unworthy of wear.

"Argh! where's Gita? We should be able to contact the people in this house. Why am I so stupid for not asking for their number?" rutuk Saguna who never thought of the very important thing he did not remember.

Angga finally proposes to go home and come back tomorrow morning.

Finally, the two men went to the Saguna residence. Where all the preparations were going that night. Even the uncle had slept in the house at the request of Saguna. Arumi also takes care of the arrival of Oma Rosa. Grandma from Saguna who lives in the Netherlands. The old woman was really surprised. Hearing the news of the wedding of the grandson as well as the emergence of Saguna almost made him hang.

When the car is parked neatly in front of the door of the house, it looks a woman with a bun who is still on the saddle and walked up to two men who just got out of the car.

"Saguna," the noise that made Saguna very shocked.

What a bad grandson. How could he forget that he had such a precious person?

"Oma?" he said no less enthusiastic.

Oma Rosa's sad face at that time also looked sad. Her tears fell as she entered the grandchildren's arms. He really did not expect that his favorite grandson was still alive without lacking anything.

"Where have you been? Why come home this late? Did you also forget that tomorrow is your wedding day?" saguna's tired face immediately got a barrage of attacks.

"No, Oma. Work in the office must be completed first" he said flatly.

"Saguna, don't you remember having Oma? why don't you go find Oma or tell Oma? otherwise Arumi calls Oma and books a ticket for Oma, there's no way Oma knows Oma's granddaughter is still alive." Saguna rubbed Oma Rosa's shoulder without comment.

His mind was completely dizzy at this moment. The happy day that he had been waiting for so long finally happened tomorrow as well. Unfortunately, that happiness until the change of date still did not make him smile. Something was disturbs his mind this time.

"Oma, let's take a break. Sorry to disappoint Oma. In the company of many problems, until the head of Saguna dizzy once. Let's now rest, it's not good Oma stayed up late like this."

Without comment, Oma Rosa simply stepped in with her granddaughter.

Until they all go to their rooms and rest. Likewise with Angga who broke his body while sighing rough.

"Ahhh finally met the mattress as well." her eyes closed quietly.

While here, a caterer that was busy with additional orders that even doubled suddenly made all workers have to come overtime that night.

"Git, just go home. There's a Aunt and Uncle helping out here. Come home rest. You can get sick like this. Remember you're pregnant young." Aunt Gita and the Uncle that night got an offer from his friend for additional money because it requires energy in the catering business where Gita works.

And all three did not waste the opportunity to get a sudden windfall.

"Not what, Auntie. Gita is fine. It's also a little more finished with the natal."

Up to several hundred servings of food they have provided do not forget the cake and others that will be arranged in a luxurious place.

In my heart, Gita was tired. How can he go home and rest? while the person whose house he occupies is willing to work overtime like this for additional fortune.