An Overdose of Love
N2= My Missing Wife >>> Gossip in husband company
This is how my days became clening servise, in the company of my own husband. My husband told me not to work this hard, but I don't want to depend on the wealth he has. Somehow this self prefers to work from his own sweat, rather than hope from his property.
The hatred that had been embedded in the deepest heart, was not that easy to melt it. Even if a mountain of gold was offered only to me, I would not be complacent and it would be easy to return to him immediately.
The work in the eyes of people is considered next to me will still be done, which is important and can be sufficient to live without excessive style.
Hands back busy cleaning some places that are a liability for work.
"Eh ... uh, you know not what Mila's name is, that janitor?"
"Ehh, know .. know. Wh why?
"Diagulau. Didn't hear what everyone's material is now."
"Eeh, I know. Don't tell me you want to talk about that rumor, all right?" another woman's symbol.
"Yes that. Now add to his excitement. Face-to-face pretty, now pretentious to approach the big boss," said one of Adit's employees tried to insult me.
"Eeehhh, it's really very interesting for him, yes. In addition to the male employees here who he had attracted, now the big boss also cheated on him as well. Basic women j*l*ng who are not self-aware and very shy," symbology other employees.
Keep listening to their conversation. My ears are sharp and be careful not to get caught. Want to know how far the employees here have made a bad issue.
"Indeed shameless, he is! Beautiful but behaved like a woman who never did the same guy. There must be something he used to attract, so that all the guys here are crazy about him" said another.
"Ahh, right .. right it is. He must have used a stack or pellet. Just want men, willing to do that, "The cruelty of their mouths says keep on being.
"Astagfirullah. Why are they so cruel as to gossip about something without investigating it first. Patience .. Patience, Ana. Maybe this is your test when you're married to a rich man," a whimper of hearts that don't accept.
Braaaak, the sound of the toilet door opening, by slamming it strongly.
"Aaaahhhh, what were you talking about?" my screams don't accept.
"Eeeh, you .. you are, Mila! Since when were you there?" One of the gossip ladies pointed towards the toilet door.
"Since you've been talking about me. You could say long enough."
"Jjj-jaa-di, are you from ta-tta-di there?" Stuttering one of them.
"If so, why? Not much cincong. Your mouth is a bucket and can't be kept, yes. What did you guys say? I'm pretty not selling and wearing things like pellets, huh?" my angry tone that culminated due to a seductress.
"Eii-eeh, that's not what we mean."
"Well, isn't that what? My ears are still fine listening to your babbling. Emm, isn't that behind! You are aunties who are approaching this old age, but no man in this company is approaching you. You spinster," I replied mocking them.
"You?"
"What ... what?" Challenge not to be afraid.
"Basic women have no shame!" their objection.
"What's? I have no shame? You should have no shame. Basic women mothers who usually just gossip, can not hook the men here, hahahah. Roll on the ground there, for practice," my laughter was content to reverse the fact of mocking them.
"Chiiihhhh. Watch out for you, Mila." Their regrets.
"Maa-maa-pardon us, Mila."
There was one who was frightened by hiding behind his friend. Perhaps seeing me who was fighting and ferocious, their guts instantly did not dare to resist.
"Everything is not menor-menor if give it. Plastic face only, thick very fond of lipstick," Reply to my words again.
The hand that was holding the tissue, walking towards one of the gossip women, who immediately helped remove a bit of scribble lipstick on her cheek, may be shocked by the toilet door that was suddenly slammed open earlier.
"Basar aunty ngak. The echo could only gossip," my murmur that immediately breezed away, leaving those who were silent not retaliating anymore.
The heart feels very arrogant, against the rumors circulating in the company now. This is how if you establish a relationship with a rich person, there must be unpleasant talk. This self-seeking from poor families, they carelessly mengatainan women pengodas.
"Haaah, really women who do not do, usually only do people and envy," my frustration while knocking brooms to the floor.
Many eyes looked strangely at me who was back at work. Turning around trying to look at them, but strangely again they were whispering like they did not like to see me.
"What else is this? Why is everyone's gaze so strange today, anyway?" Bafflement.
Work becomes obstructed. Now moving to a quiet place, so that people who pass by look at me do not bother anymore.
"Eeh you, Mila! You're called the big boss, for the room. He told me to get there immediately! Not used for long, he said," said one employee Mas Adit.
"Oh, yes. Thank you," I replied.
"Remember ya. Not wearing it for long," he recalled.
"Yes .. yes."
The man who was told to leave.
"What the hell is this! Really mas Adit this, always just troublesome and make a tantrum. Don't see what, there's been a lot of gossip going around about my ugliness," the speech spoke for itself.
"It's really frustrating working here. What's wrong with trying to get close to my husband. The basis of the employees who are too excited by cheap gossip, without knowing and investigating the reality of our relationship," Still mengedumel when the heart is made coarse.
It only took me a few minutes, I've reached the bridge.
Tok .. tok, door kukeduk. Still maintaining politeness even though it is the room of the husband himself.
"Lake in!" tell him from inside.
"What the hell is it, Mom! No stop bothering people," my story complains.
"Well, just come play angry! Absolutely did not sincerely come here," he said astonished.
"Duck dech talking about it! Don't have to talk. A lot of work piled up that I have to do immediately," ketusuku said.
"Wear this," Sodoran Mas Adit gave some paper bag.
"What'an this?" my many.
"Open up and see for yourself. You must like it."