Who is My Real Husband?
4. The Other Side Dave

Rinjani awakens as soon as she feels someone is patting her cheek softly. Dave was sitting not far from him. Sometimes the woman still likes to forget if she is married.

"What's lunch down here?"

"Lunch? Was I sleeping that long?" Rinjani tries to sit down.

"Yes, I let it go on purpose. I woke you up to go out to the office for a while, yeah. There's something I need to take care of. Not long before four o'clock in the afternoon I returned. Don't forget to dress for the holidays."

Rinjani just nodded with a smile. He just remembered if he and Dave would be on vacation somewhere later that afternoon.

Dave briefly kissed his wife's lips before meeting someone, not the office. Office is just a word that he makes an excuse to meet someone who accompanies him from his childhood.

While walking Dave was typing his cell phone. Not too long ago, "Hello, wait for me at headquarters! I'm on my way there."

Returning to Rinjani, after the departure of her husband, she got out of bed. Just a step away, his steps had already been stopped by the ringing of his cell phone.

"Email again?" his murmur folded his forehead.

[Stay careful and don't be fooled by Dave's kindness. Trust me, he's not as good as you think he is]

Rinjani's heart wanted to repay him, but if it was thought that there was no point in retaliating, he did not want to make the person on the other side feel happy because of his arrogance in the ladeni by him.

Rinjani put her phone back in the drawer and walked out of the room. Wanting to try to forget the message earlier, but it cannot be denied, Rinjani is the type of person who thinks of things that are not important though, especially now he feels disturbed by the message.

Rinjani who walked daydream almost fell at the end of the stairs. Fortunately, Ms. Niken realized that since then Rinjani walked by daydreaming and followed the child.

"Gosh, Rin. You why? I watch the road while daydreaming."

"Huh? No, Ma. It's okay."

"Are you still thinking about who the phone was? Who's calling, anyway, Rin?" Ms. Niken asked as she led her son to the dinner table.

"I don't know who's calling, Mom. The one who called just said, I told you to be careful with Dave. I don't know what he meant by that. Before I had a call this morning, I also got an email from someone. I don't know who sent the email, because the username is a random letter. The person who sent the email also sent the same message. Be careful with Dave."

"Just a whim, don't think!"

Rinjani also wants to think like that, 'just a fad', but what about the other thing that cannot be forgotten that the only one who knows the email is herself and Raga?

After a while of driving, Dave arrived at an old building that had been empty for a long time. The building is located far from the city. I don't know what the place is, Dave doesn't know and doesn't want to know. But clearly, he found the abandoned building from a few years ago and now he uses the building for his meeting with his Uncle friend who has been from childhood with him.

Dave walked into the building through a fairly long bush, until finally the trip took him to the building.

Dave walked a little inside until he found three floors in different colors from his friends. He stepped on all three floors and suddenly the floor with a different color was opened after being stepped on. He brought his body inside and amazingly, the basement looked well maintained and neat even though it was humid and felt a different air than the room in general.

Dave sat in one corner of the room with a long table in front of him. On the other hand there was already a man who was estimated to be over fifty years old, neatly dressed, looked dignified and looked quite evil when seen from his face.

"I want you to do something at home tonight. I'll be a few days outside, you can do whatever you want either in his house or office. You can do anything, but make sure everything is neat and there is progress in your actions. Make sure I come back later, there will be an effect I see from what you do. Now show me what you've done!"

The man got up from his seat and took out a laptop. He put it on the table and opened it.

"I've put a sound eavesdropping device with a small camera on it. We can monitor Mr. Surya with the device and I've connected it here." The man showed Mr. Surya's activity during the room.

Seeing the performance of the Uncle's best friend made Dave smile thinly. He looked sweet with a little dimple that adorned both cheeks, but unfortunately the sweetness was covered by a less good aura that emanated from Dave's face.

"You just put this in his room?"

"Yes, Sir. I thought if Mr. Surya would definitely do anything in his room. It's a secret that's been buried for a dozen years, so I guess he'll show his true form only in his room and not be shown in anyone else's eyes."

"Good! Keep an eye out for not to let your guard down and don't let him calm down. If he looks calm, you're gonna have to bother him."

Not long ago came a young man with his High School attack. He sat down next to Dave and leaned his head against the head of the sofa. He looked tired, it was visible from his face.

Not long after he sat down, he reached into his bag and took a pack of cigarettes, took one stick and started lighting matches to burn the long object. He had not had time to burn his cigarette, it had been taken by Dave and then dumped.

"Don't suck this thing too often, you're young, not good for you. You told me you wanted to enjoy someone's suffering, I was in the process and you tried to kill yourself."

"Sister, why don't you just kill him? The sooner he goes to hell, the better. I don't have to linger seeing him with his family happy like that."

"Too fast to make him die, the sooner he will finish his suffering. And I don't want him to die so easily."

Dave always changes his scary look when he talks about someone who made him lose his entire family at one time. Emotions and pain when he was ten years old still exist today, the pain and wounds that would never heal even if he managed to make someone who made him like this die though.