Daddy My Son's
7. Jealous

Joe helps Virranda open the helmet on her head carefully.

"I'll be gone for a week, aren't you afraid of living alone in an apartment?" joe said as if saying goodbye. He put the helmet Virranda used into his motorcycle seat.

"A week? What-Where are you going?" ask Virranda curiously. He looked at Joe's pretty handsome face according to his sight. And today it's not usually her paid husband is dressed neatly, wearing a white shirt with dark-colored cloth pants, and shiny leather shoes.

"I'm going to fly to London today, hopefully it's my luck" he said with a smile.

Virranda could see there was a smile of hope on the man's face, but he was reluctant to ask further. If it's something good, he also prayed that Joe would reach his expectations.

"I'm leaving first" Joe put his helmet back on, pulled the zipper, then got on top of his bike.

"If you miss me, just call me" he said with a smile on his helmet. "You know what the country code is if you want to call me?" continued again.

Virranda just laughed a little at the words of her paid husband. There was no way he would miss that bad guy, his mind chuckling.

Joe laughed, knowing that Virranda was laughing at him because of his words. He knows for sure, Virranda is not interested in him, they live together for only one reason, have mutual interests. Virranda's interest is to close the disgrace of her pregnancy. Joe's interests, they need money then.

Drum! Drum! Drum!

Joe started the engine and was ready to run it.

"The most beautiful and charming lady, I left some money on the fridge, for your meal money. I don't want you and the baby in your stomach starving" Joe said on the sidelines of the roar of his motorbike ready to fly.

"Thank you Joe, you're so good" said Virranda. Although Joe is a bad man according to him, but the man has always been kind and not rude to him from the beginning they were married.

"Either. I am a good and reliable husband" he said, praising himself with a smile.

"Go now. My work hours are about to begin, "Virranda pushed Joe's back slowly, so the man was forced to run his bike.

Actually, he felt it was hard to leave Virranda, even though their relationship was not too close. He was afraid Virranda was starving, because the woman was not good at cooking. Who would take a warm drink when his wife was vomiting in the toilet, and many other concerns that he felt while driving his vehicle to the airport.

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"Is that man your husband?"

Virranda was shocked, he went in and carried the file in his hand, and then approached the director's desk.

"This is Mr. Dossier you have to check and sign" Virranda placed the file on the table right in front of Ferdinand.

Plaque!

Virranda was shocked again with a stiffened face, his cold boss suddenly hit the beam he thrust before him with a sharp look.

"You didn't hear my question? Or do you intentionally ignore it? Heum?" ferdinand said again with a still sharp look.

"Master surprised me, so I had to normalize my heart rate before I could answer. Surprising a pregnant woman is an act of evil. If something happens to me and the baby in my womb, do you want to take responsibility?" virranda was fed up with the cold, rude, and selfish attitude of the director. It has been running for three weeks he worked at the company, making him begin to know the character of the employer.

If only, he did not need the job for his survival and the baby in his womb, of course he would have resigned from there.

Ferdinand was silent, he relaxed his nerves that had stiffened around his jaw and neck. His sharp gaze also turned flat.

"What was the man who delivered you earlier, and who spoke long before the lobby, your husband?" repeated Ferdinand. This time his voice sounded low and flat.

"Yes, he's my husband" Virranda said without looking into the director's face.

"Geehhh!" Ferdinand immediately laughed cynically, then leaned his back on the chair behind him and turned it left and right freely.

"It turns out that you have low tastes," Ferdinand continued his laughter, "A lowly cafe singer like that can charm your heart," he said in a mocking tone.

Virranda, who did not want to look at her director's face, now directs her gaze directly into the retina of her master's eye. It was as if he saw his father in the man before him, arrogant, arrogant, and condescending. Do they have blood ties? So that it has a character that is almost similar, the inner.

No, pride has nothing to do with blood ties, but is owned by a person who feels himself greater, better, higher, and more than others who are considered inferior to him. Though it is just his feelings, there is nothing better in the face of this earth, in the eyes of God all the same degree, human beings only distinguish based on caste, social status and others.

"Why? You don't accept what I say? Isn't that right? Your taste is very ugly," Ferdinand laughed again, but not as much as before.

"I just realized, it turned out that the cool, handsome, and honorable Mr. Director, was jealous of a cafe singer," Virranda smiled cynically. He deliberately said it, because he was too fed up and fed up. Maybe the influence of the baby in his womb, he really hates to see the face of a man in front of him who laughs at him.

Ferdinand's laughter suddenly vanished, I swear to you! He did not accept being said to be jealous of a cafe singer who is not worthy compared to him.

"Pull your words," Ferdinand's face stiffened immediately.

Instead of being afraid, Virranda smiled with satisfaction, her heart was so happy matchless, it turned out that her finger speech penetrated the heart of the sickly man before her.

"Isn't what I said true Mr. Director? You're so jealous of a cafe singer that you take for granted." Virranda repeated.

"It turns out that love is very simple, anyone who lives on this earth deserves love, even though his job is just a cafe singer," Virranda increasingly become. Whether what he thought, putting aside his fear, to vent his resentment towards Ferdinand, there seemed to be a sense of vengeance to be avenged, whereas he also did not know what it was, they had just gotten to know, and become a director and assistant in one job. His long words made Ferdinand even more furious.

"Enough! Give me your real marriage license right now on my desk. Just now I believe that the cafe singer is really your husband."

"You've been stalling for a week not to give it to me on the pretext of forgetting to bring it," Ferdinand said, trying to contain his emotions.

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