
I don't want Liora to hate the woman who gave birth to her so I give her understanding if Ms. Tasya has her own way of loving her. Sadam stepped over to the two of us and the man said that what I said was true.
Liora nodded her head in understanding then we had breakfast together. I got rice and side dishes for my husband and then I got the same for Liora and then I took food for myself. Now besides Anggun, Liora and Mas Sadam are my top priorities. Mama Elsa and also Papa Damar smiled happily and I returned their smiles with no less happiness.
After breakfast, Liora and I joined hands to deliver Mas Sadam to the house. After us
being in the courtyard of the house Mas Sadam kissed my forehead as well as Liora alternately and he also said that if I could go anywhere including visiting gracefully as I pleased, he said, but I can't go alone because there will be a driver who is ready to deliver me - I immediately frowned not understanding why it has to be with the driver? Mas Sadam said because I was his wife and he did not agree if I took public transport again, I had opened my mouth to protest however, he said, Mama Elsa supported what Mas Sadam did because it was for my good I finally could only resign and agree with the wishes of both. I looked at Papa Damar who was now peeping Mama Elsa's forehead fondly, I exhaled slowly hoping on, Lord so that me and Mas Sadam can be together until old like them
both.
After the car driven by the two men we loved went, Mama Elsa and me entered the house while Liora
playing at home. Mama Elsa invited me to sit in the living room of this house because there was no other work in the kitchen. Mama Elsa can hire a chef to make food but she's just like me she likes cooking.
“Honey, is Sadam being nice to you?” I saw Mama Elsa's bead eyes staring at me questioningly.
“Ma, since that horrible night, Mas Sadam has never been rude to me again even with the utmost clarity I saw
regret and also sincerity emanated clearly from his bead of eyes however, I still could not forgive him very easily,” I lowered my head
don't dare look Mama Elsa in the eye. It must be now that the middle-aged woman is looking at me angrily because I did not treat her son well.
“Mama, can understand why you don't forgive her so easily, even if Mama were you, it would probably do
more than that,” I immediately raised my head when listening to the answer from Mama Elsa. “you even still cover up the stupidity done by
my son at that time, Mama and Papa were so touched by the kindness of your heart that you did not want to say your problems to us.”
“Ma, Sifana does not want if until Mama and Papa are angry at Mas Sadam,” sahutku as is.
Mama Elsa nodded her head and said, “Because
that's what we like about you and choose you to be a daughter-in-law.”
Today Mama Elsa asked me to deliver lunch for Mas Sadam, I don't know where my husband's office is because I've never been there. Mama Elsa said the new driver would take me there. I've brought the bushel in one hand, one
nodding his head understood. I say goodbye to Mama Elsa and Liora, then get in the car. Actually I wanted to take Liora along but Mama Elsa forbade her for not wanting to be home alone when I knew what Mama Elsa really meant - she didn't want the little guy to be my bully and also Mas Sadam when doing lunch together later.
I wear blue jeans combined with a T-shirt
white with a picture of the skull and I also use white sneakers in line with the clothes I use, as usual I do not use make up however, I applied pink lipstick on these lips so as not to look pale. I don't know why I'm comfortable
only if you use clothes like this, maybe because if you use a dress it will look complicated in my opinion. During my time in the car I was busy looking at the street there was a middle-aged woman walking while carrying an umbrella in her hands that she used so that her white skin did not reach the plural
by direct sunlight. I also saw a woman sitting at a bus stop reading a book in her hand and she was trying to get rid of the boredom of waiting too long for the bus. Without feeling this car began to stop in the yard of my husband's company. I was about to open the door handle but my hand seemed to freeze when this eye bead saw a familiar figure in my memory.
"Aren't the men who are standing in front of it, the beloved sons of Tasya" I murmured softly so that my voice could not be heard by Mr. Rokim.
I saw Putra crossing one leg forward while leaning his back on the black car and now the man was enjoying a cigarette. I turned my eyes towards the company door after some time I saw Ms. Tasya come out from inside there and ran towards her Son who immediately greeted me the woman with his sweet smile. It was very clear that I saw Mbak Tasya showing a piece of paper to the Son and the man grabbed it and saw something on the paper with a smile still not faded on his lips - a sneaky smile and snatch. The two got into the car with happy smiles.
"Sir Rokim, just wait in the parking lot" I asked the driver before opening the car door.
"Okay, Madam Sifana."
"Thank you, sir, for driving me," I've now set foot on the asphalt and got out of the car.
Why is Miss Tasya here? If I don't get me wrong guessing for sure what he's holding is a check because the twinkle in his eyes both look so happy once as if he just won the lottery of hundreds of millions. Rather than me continuing to think that all sorts of things better immediately step towards the receptionist and ask directly to Mas Sadam.
"Can I help you?" asked a beautiful woman after I stood in front of her.
"I want to meet with, Mr. Sadam," I said quickly. "my name is Sifana," I said again introducing myself before being asked.
"Oh ... Ms. Sifana, just now Ms. Elsa called and asked us to directly deliver Ms. Sifana to Mr. Sadam's room," I saw a friendly smile engraved sweetly on the lips of this receptionist. I didn't expect Mama Elsa to notice something this small.
"Let me deliver," I immediately nodded my head in agreement.
Will Mas Sadam answer my questions later about Ms Tasya? But I was not sure if maybe Mas Sadam secretly had a relationship with Ms. Tasya outside the house so as not to be caught by Papa and also Mama. Why does my heart hurt just by imagining it.