Chapter 5 5. Caught in the Act

Her eyes narrowed to remember the latest invitation from the woman about the time and place they had promised to meet.

'Still not enough' she sighed to herself.

Linar opened Dean's social media account on her husband's phone and searched for the same name, sure enough the woman's account was immediately found in the search field she pressed the account and Dera's page appeared, there was no photo of the two of them only a photo of the device behind showing the device case she believed belonged to her husband and the device case that must belong to the woman was close to the same wooden table.

'Ah, they are still careful,' she sighed.

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Linar's POV

I woke up with an aching body from serving my husband who woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, in order to distract him I took the initiative to hug him on the bed which he interpreted as an invitation to make love and this was the result I woke up with the weight of Dean's hand weighing on my hand.

I glanced at Dean who was writhing beside me after I managed to get his hand behind my back, I got off the bed, grabbed my clothes that were scattered on the floor and tiptoed to the bathroom.

The warm water makes my body feel relaxed. However, the memory of last night is still suffocating in my chest and the tightness and giddiness are even more pronounced, whether this is a premonition or just my negative thoughts, what is clear is that today everything has changed.

After finishing the shower, I quickly took a home-made dress just above the knee.

I still had a glimpse of the digital clock next to the nightstand 'ten more minutes Dean's wake up time' I muttered and sure enough Dean was writhing again with his eyes closed.

I was sure he would wake up soon, so I stepped out of the room, heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

I heated water using the electric kettle to make coffee. Then toasted vegetable sandwiches and large slices of beef coated with chicken eggs and spread with Linar's practical breakfast butter.

"I'm starving"

I turned my head and found Dean standing not far from me wearing only shorts and no shirt. His hair looked damp from being wet and his face was already fresh without having brushed his teeth.

My blood rushed. He really looks very sexy. I felt like stroking his chest and kissing his lips, which looked very sensual when he just woke up like this. He really is very handsome and charming.

"I'm cooking breakfast for you."

Dean smiled back at me and sat on one of the chairs near the dining table.

"Why don't you take a shower first?" I said as I laid out the sandwiches and instant espresso coffee, then served them on the table in front of Dean.

Dean shrugged his shoulders.

"Hmm... that smells nice," Dean said hoarsely.

I smiled faintly, then prepared to leave Dean and take a sip of matcha latte for myself.

But my movement was halted when his firm hand grabbed my wrist, then pulled me gently to face him.

"You're not mad at Me anymore, are you?"

I looked down at him. Instantly, my chest pounded as I looked at his waiting face.

waiting. Trying to find the truth in the silence of his eyes.

Could it be God?

"What's bothering you, sweetheart? You need to talk to me, like you always say communication is important no matter how small it is," Dean exclaimed rather annoyed.

"I'm not sure what I'm feeling right now, I'm just in a bad mood" Linar replied with a casual shrug of her shoulders.

Dean's one hand started to stroke my wrist, he reached for my neck but I held his hand back.

"Stop it, Dean or you'll be late for work!" My refusal raised a light eyebrow.

Dean stretched his restraints with an offended look on his face. "I don't like you rejecting me like this."

Linar turned her head. "Sorry" Linar wrapped Dean's face around her cheek and kissed her husband's forehead gently.

"Here's your breakfast, actually I'm in a hurry Dean, I have a morning baking class today." I smiled sweetly.

"Oh, ok" Dean exclaimed, reaching for his coffee cup, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief as I moved on to brew an instant matcha latte and grabbed a sandwich.

"Oh yeah Dean, what time do you get home today?"

"Today I'm working overtime until the night there is a client who asks for revisions even though the mockup that my team made is almost complete, maybe around half past ten I get home"

I squeezed the bottom side of my shirt, the tightness returned, my memory drifted to the contents of the woman's message last night, I glanced at my husband who was calmly eating his breakfast, silently I was determined to do it today or not at all. We had breakfast without any morning talk.

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"Hello, Nuga?"

"..."

"I'm fine Ga, are you with Dean right now?

"..."

"Oh right, let me just ask you, what time do you expect Dean to be home today?"

"..."

"Oh really, there's no overtime this afternoon, are you sure?"

"Oh okay, thanks for your info, Ga"

"..."

"No need, actually Dean already said today will be overtime, I'm just making sure, later I'll call him myself, I'm hanging up, Ga. Bye."

Linar's Point On View

I gripped my mobile phone tightly. I still remembered and confirmed their invitation to meet at a famous Japanese restaurant in Jakarta an hour after work. "I have to get ready now."

About twenty minutes later, I was already in front of a Japanese restaurant. 'I hope I'm wrong, I hope it's not just the two of them, God' I said to myself.

I quickly got out of the car and stepped into the restaurant building. I looked around the room and my chest tightened when my eyes caught them sitting across from each other at a table.

My chest was beating fast to see Dean was actually with that woman during normal office hours, hah even though lately Dean often comes home late with the excuse of overtime and what the hell are they...?

'They ... talked intensely, occasionally the woman squeezed my husband's hand. Really I was sick of seeing their shameless familiarity. What the hell is going on in a public space like this?'

I stabbed my thumb nail on the skin of my index finger with my... A trembling hand.

chest twisting!

The same woman in the two photos on Dean's phone.

With a tug of war I seated myself at an empty table outside the same restaurant, far enough away but easy to see and thankfully, there were empty plates of food on their table.

I grumbled inwardly for a second and then I tried to use breathing techniques followed by dhikr. So that I would be strong and not go crazy here.

"Hufth!"

I'm still staring weakly at them and I'm going to try one more time. I saw Dean flinch a little to get a phone call from me, the woman stared questioningly then Dean opened his mouth to say nothing and Dean picked up.

"Yes hello, Dean, where are you?"

"..."

"Still at the office? So is it true that today is overtime again?" I asked with a sigh.

"..."

"Oh, what time, do you think you'll be home?"

"..."

I nodded in defeat, "Oh ok," I concluded with a wry smile.

Soon I followed them, leaving behind a glass of ocha tea that was almost gone. I continued to follow them from behind until the car stopped at an elite hotel building.

Deg!

'Why did it have to stop here?' I thought to myself as my chest grew tight.

But I refused to give up, I had started by assembling my heartache so that it would still be strong to continue the investigation. And it's still too early for me to give up, isn't it?

I made sure the distance was safe and still followed them from behind not to be left behind, a hotel as luxurious as this is definitely keeping tight security and information on its owner isn't it.

I impatiently got out of the black box that could take me to the thirteenth floor, the same number I saw on the lift pointer that carried the two of them.

"Hopefully, I'll catch up"

As I turned the corner I saw them at the end of the hallway opening and entering a unit door that I didn't know how many rows of numbers it was, it didn't matter because I already knew where the door was.

Deg... Deg... Deg