Benalu In My House
SEVENTY THREE
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"Excuse me sir, there's Bu Milea and Mr. Andrian wants to see you" Dario told the boss as he was welcomed in.
Jervario frowned, she did not feel that she had any promise with the two people so what the purpose of the two people's arrival was really.
"Please let them in" said Jervario, taking off his glasses.
Soon Milea and Andrian entered the room dominated by black, white, and gray.
"Please sit!" jervario said as she stepped onto the single sofa in the room.
"So tell me, what purpose did you come here for?" ask Jervario.
"You're still to the point like you used to be. No pleasantries at all," decak Milea scatters while shaking her head.
"I still have a lot of work to do so just tell me what you're here for, don't talk much anymore" Jervario flatly said. No more hospitality let alone the loving gaze of Jervario for his ex-wife. There was only a flat and cold look. The love that ever existed is now completely vanished after Milea heartlessly left her and Asha who was then only 1 year old to return to her former lover, Andrian.
Milea sighed. He realized that his past actions had brought Jervario back to his original flat, indifferent, and cold nature in people who were not close to him.
"I'd like to take Asha on a 3-day vacation. Mom and Dad are eager to meet their grandchildren. I told your wife that but she wouldn't let me. Who is she, she is just a mother. I am the birth mother of Asha so I am the more entitled. So mas, tell your wife that, don't be pretentious to be a person," said Milea upset.
Yes, earlier when meeting with Mentari at Asha school, Milea did express her desire to take Asha on vacation to her parents' house. But Mentari just subtly refused it. Not without reason, first Asha is still in school. The holiday season has not yet arrived. Second, they have not asked Jervario's permission as their real father. So Mentari suggested to speak first with Jervario because he did not have full rights to regulate everything concerning Asha. She is indeed currently the mother continued Asha, but still, full power is held by her biological father. Even Mentari did not dare to do anything without her husband's consent.
But Milea actually thinks negatively with the Mentari's rejection. Although Mentari has explained, Milea still does not accept the rejection. He actually considers Mentari as a power-mad. Even Milea debated Mentari with a voice loud enough to provoke the attention of other mothers. As a result, Mentari is judged by the wicked connecting mother because it has the heart to separate a child with her biological mother. Milea also accused Mentari of influencing Asha so as not to get close to her. A month has passed, but there has been no significant development in the relationship between mother and child. Asha is getting closer to Mentari who is only a connecting mother. That is what makes Milea upset and accused him of having influenced Asha not to want to be close to him. Though Mentari never did that.
"What my wife did was right. He just did what he was supposed to do," Jervario asserted with a cold and intimidating look leaving Mile stunned. But he did not give up on his will.
"But I am his mother. I'm Asha's real mother. I am entitled to him too. So do my parents, they also have the right to meet with their grandchildren," said Milea kekeh with her wishes.
"Why don't they just come here?" Jervario's eyes narrowed making Milea flutter.
"Not without reason, my mother, Milea's parents are now sickly. They can't travel far. That's why we intend to take Asha there. Only 3 days, my. After all, Mama and Papa Milea were once in-laws of Jerva mas, was it not too cruel to let them come all the way to meet their grandchildren?" andrian finally opened his voice. Hope Jervario can understand the situation in-laws who do not allow the current to be invited there.
Jervario sighed, "when are you going?" ask Jervario flat.
To be honest he found it hard to let Asha get away from him. Although he often left Asha, but he was always in the care of his family and this time Asha wanted to be invited away by his biological mother for the first time. Jervario certainly can't be selfish. After all, Milea was the biological mother of her daughter. Even Milea's parents are the grandparents of Asha, of course they also have the right to meet after so many years they have never met.
Milea and Andrian smiled broadly, "morning tomorrow" Milea replied.
Jervario nodded, "alright. You can pick him up at home. But remember, only 3 days and take good care of Asha. I don't want anything unwanted to happen to my daughter" Jervario said.
"She's my daughter, too, Mom."
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The weather that afternoon was suddenly cloudy. Shandi who had just come out of the office and was still halfway seemed confused because it was clearly visible that the sky would soon rain. He looked confused because he did not have a raincoat. Suddenly, it rained so hard. As far as the eye could see, he found no safe place to shelter. A few minutes later, he saw a stop not far from his position. Shandi immediately drove his bike quickly to take shelter immediately.
Upon arrival there, Shandi immediately took shelter. His clothes were almost all wet because of the heavy rain. Fortunately he was wearing a jacket so the rain did not wet the shirt he was wearing. He wiped the water on his face and sat his butt on the long bench there. While sitting, he heard the sobs of a little boy. Shandi also turned his head, apparently there was a woman in hijab with her son who was about 3 years old was sitting there. The woman's face looked dirty. There was a sizable bag lying under his feet. It seemed like he wanted to go somewhere but was caught in the rain.
"Mom, cold," the boy's great-grandson who did look pale and shivering.
"Prophey, baby. After the rain has settled, we will find a place to stay. While we were here first, yeah. The rain is still heavy, later Rafi even hurt because of rain," said the woman gently made Shandi pity. The woman and her son had no place to live.
Suddenly Shandi remembered that he had not had time to look for art to look after his mother and take care of his home. Shandi then greeted the woman and offered her a job as an art.
"Sorry, don't you have a place to live?" shandi asked, making the woman look. The woman's appearance looked very simple. Saddled look. His eyelids appear blackened and swollen like lack of sleep, fatigue, and lots of crying.
"Emmm .. sorry, you ... "
The woman looked a little frightened as Shandi reprimanded her.
"You don't have to be afraid. If you don't have a place to live, how about you come with me. It just so happened that I needed someone to take care of my mother who was having a stroke while taking care of my home. It means that if you are willing, you can work as an art in my house. You guys can stay in my house too, how? If you are willing, after the rain has subsided, you can come with me. Pity your son too, he is already very cold," said Shandi who felt sorry to see the daughter who already looked shivering. His lips were already completely pale and trembling. Shandi then took off the jacket he was wearing and handed it to the woman so that it was immediately worn on the little boy.
"Wear this so that he is not too cold" he said, offering his jacket which was thick enough.
The woman was actually a little hesitant to accept the jacket, but she could not see her son shivering with the cold so she accepted the jacket and immediately put it on her son's small body.
"Thank you" said the woman.
"Hmmm ... So how? You want to work at my house?" ask Shandi again.
The woman seemed to weigh, because they had no other choice because they did not have a place to live or a clear purpose, she finally nodded in agreement to make Shandi breathe with relief.
"Oh yes, introduce my name Shandi," said Shandi as he extended his hand.
"I ... Fatma," Fatma's great-granddaughter while welcoming the helping hand then immediately he pulled back as quickly as possible.
Shandi can feel, Fatma's hand feels so cold. Mungin he's been raining long enough. When the rain had subsided a little, leaving only a speck, Shandi immediately invited Fatma and her son to ride on his motorbike to take him home.
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