I'm Not the Dream Son-in-law of Season 2
Chapter 21: The Greening Plan
"Milanie?" call brother Lucky.
"Yes, what's wrong, brother?" my answer.
"While it's too late, may you be happy with your family!" lucky said with a smile.
"Yes, thank you" I said.
After that I walked out of Lucky's room.
Not felt, time kept turning. The shortest hour hand has been perched between the numbers 4 and 5. Show that the time to go home has come.
As usual, all the staff members were immediately busy packing the files scattered on their desks. Then continue packing his personal belongings.
"Aniya, here!" I said by handing over a piece of paper that had written the phone number.
"Whose number is Mom?" ask Aniya.
"Who else wouldn't have Lucky's sister" I said.
"really?" said Aniya with sparkling eyes.
"Yes, hurry up and start PDKT" I said with a flirtatious smile.
"Well, thank you very much Miss Milanie" Aniya said.
"Yes, I'm home first" I said.
"Yes, be careful Miss Milanie" Aniya said.
I'll be home as usual.
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This time, Graha is being entrusted to my mother-in-law.
Because of the trauma of his heart-piercing words, I did not go there except with Zaidan.
That night, we picked up Graha together.
With a simple car that Zaidan rides. Because Zaidan still can't drive a motorcycle.
So, luxury cars used to be sold and then replaced with simple cars.
More precisely, used gray sedan cars were found from the second car sales bazaar last month.
The machine is still delicious. But it feels really hot because the AC has been damaged. So, the window is always opened while driving it.
Do not forget also before I ride it, as a mandatory condition for me. I put gum in my nose. For the diversion of car scents that can make me travel drunk.
When I got home, I had to put aside the trauma to enter the house. For the sake of family. Zaidan was born from his mother's womb. Zaidan is now my husband.
Because it is undeniable, women are historians. A little bit of his heart was scratched. He will remember it for 30 years. It could be more too.
"Tok, tock, tock" knock on the door.
"Krieeett!!" door open.
Zaidan's mother opened the door.
At that time, I saw Graha was on the cool floor playing alone with her toys.
"Zaidan wants to pick up Graha's mother" Zaidan said.
"Sit down first. Are you going straight home after a long time of not being here?" said Mother-in-law.
"All right" said Zaidan.
I immediately approached Graha and accompanied her.
Busying yourself with the world alone just with Graha without wanting to talk or listen to anything else.
But, for some reason back then I felt that Zaidan's mother was different.
Zaidan's mother was quieter and didn't comment on anything else about me.
After learning that his son had bankruptcy. And I have to work for needs.
There's nothing more to be proud of.
Instantly his pride collapsed, as no more pride could be exhibited.
It is not denied, if Mother Zaidan has begun to be able to release her child because it is conscious. If his son is not his anymore. But he was already a priest of the daughter He took himself from his parents.
Seeing Zaidan's father is also still in the process of developing his business.
In addition to guilt.
At that time, my marriage was 5 years old. And at this time the adjustment of character, character, and feel of an owner has been stable.
And everything went very easily from then on.
Zaidan's mother also supported me to work. And sometimes also provide some assistance to the primary needs. Like rice, or sometimes vegetables and side dishes.
"Zaidan, in the kitchen there's rice. You bring it home later!" mother Zaidan said.
"Yes Mother" replied Zaidan.
The shaking of the storm that used to be able to make my marriage separate. Now it's starting to fade. Everything went well after that.
It's just, the traumas about being denigrated, gossiped, insulted, cornered and so on. It has indirectly changed my attitude to building a matrix. In acting in the sphere of life I lived at that time.
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That afternoon, Zaidan had deployed several staff to start touring the field offering Interior and exterior decoration materials. Each of the two men was appointed to hold one city.
Not only the employees of the field this time around.
Eight warehouse men have also deployed all. For the warehouse guard left 2 people only. Brother Hilmi and Brother Bimo.
Zaidan also did so. Expecting an increase in sales.
Zaidan toured in the building's shops. The Jember city area.
The heat of the weather is stinging. Plus the AC of the car is broken. Has succeeded in making Zaidan soaked in a flood of sweat.
Do not ask, nor the Son at that time who was sitting next to Zaidan. Also sweating.
This economic blow actually made Zaidan to work harder. He has been sitting on the throne for a long time.
This time, things had turned around just as Zaidan had pioneered establishing his Agency.
Again Zaidan had to crawl to keep running the Agency operations.
"Gosh, it's hot. If the weather like this continues for a long time it can make me faint" murmured Zaidan.
"This is because the motorcyclist population is increasing. Not felt, every day there is air pollution. This pollution makes the Earth's atmosphere thin. To make the weather hotter. If the earth could grimace, surely He would cry" Zaidan said.
"Yes sir" said the Son.
"But what else if it has become a necessity now" added Zaidan.
"If only I could do some greening. In order to balance air pollution" Putra said.
"When we'll have a greening event at the Office. Also refreshing" said Zaidan.
"Well,, that's a good idea sir. Yes I agree" said the Son.
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Today is Sunday, it's time for me to take a day off from work.
That morning, along with a cup of tea I made myself.
I sat in the living room reading a newly published book from publisher J-Mastro.
The book this time published is a collection of books bersilir poetry writers throughout Indonesia.
Graha was still asleep at the time.
Only when Graha is asleep can I enjoy my activities as a normal woman.
I open the book sheet by sheet. Reading poems by the author.
Incidentally one of the poems in the book is the work of author Shinta Ohi.
Which is written so.
...Compliance Circle...
...By: Shinta Ohi...
Three o'clock flowers covered in beetles have come into the world.
Although the face is still fragile, be proud by the tree.
Because it looks so beautiful and dazzles the eyes.
Until the flower is getting bigger, though,
His charm that now began to red.
Not infrequently flies, bees and butterflies swarm closer to want to taste it.
Without cue, greedily they scramble to master it.
To ruin his charm.
And by being forced to flower into the circle of obedience.
Made by the rules of the universe.
Until one day the flower had fallen.
In the Inner Flower, eager to reverse time to further bandage its charm.
Can it?
December 15, 2023
After reading this, I somehow felt drifting in it. Full of regrets.
"Gosh, it looks like he's so sorry" I muttered.
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