I'm Not the Dream Son-in-law of Season 2
Chapter 30: Insinuation

Heavy rain, though,

I have made my body stop and not struggle to get out.

Behind my translucent bedroom window with a white curtain stretching out. Covering the window but translucent.

I feel worried, though,

"How do I go to work if things are like this?" my inner.

"If I leave, what about Graha?" my inner.

"Am I allowed not to go in?" my inner.

This is the position of the woman who has carried the title of a mother. In his mind there are many considerations. Not just thinking about himself.

Instead of thinking long stretches from sabang to merauke.

"Tring!!!"

"Tring!!"

"Assynogaic"

"Sorry ma'am, I'm not going to work today because there is an interest" I said while calling the chairman.

"What interests Mil?" ask the Chief.

"Mother's family's interests" I replied.

"Family interests take care of the child" continued my inner.

"All right" replied the chairman.

"Thank you ma'am, Assalamualaikum" I said.

"Wa'allaikumussalam" replied the Chairman.

Bruck!!!

That rectangular box-shaped container was holding onto my small body.

"Well it's okay to get permission once in a while even if the job is still in the office" I murmured.

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This morning the 2 eyes were sweeping in all directions.

A man looked a little hesitantly facing the office whose contents were women only.

Seeing the motion that is not as usual, making the chairman has a question mark to him.

"What are you looking for Luck?" ask the chairman.

"Ah, not ma'am. I just want to know who's leaving even when it's raining like now" Lucky replied.

"When do you start caring about useless things like that?" said the Chief.

"I think it's useful. Isn't it far from looking at the situation around?" lucky said quibbling with his two eyebrows.

"Yes it's up" said the chairman by walking into the office space past Lucky who was standing next to the door.

"Milanie doesn't exist, surely she's having trouble setting off" Lucky's inner self.

After that Lucky walked back to his room. The room that he used to only visit once a week.

But now the room is like his home these days.

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Tok, tock, tock!!

Shortly after the rain stopped at noon. Someone knocked on my door. Just when I was taking a nap.

Hearing the knocking of the door that made me wake up many times from my sleep.

I walked to the door feeling happy. Think if Zaidan my husband has come home from out of town.

When I open the door.

It turns out my guess was wrong.

He was my father-in-law who came.

By bringing a bunch of red onions.

"Oh, Mommy. Please come in ma'am!" I said.

My mother-in-law walked inside. Looking around my house.

He then gave the red onion to me.

Walk back to the kitchen. Look over there and over here.

Before long the view was glued in one corner.

The corner of laundry clothes.

"How many days has the laundry been there?" said Mother-in-law.

His name is still having children and working. Of course in terms of strength I'm tired. If plus take care of the house with very detailed and meticulous.

Which other power will I use? All have been drained for overtime babysitting and working for money.

"7 Mother's Day" I replied.

I just kept quiet. Such parents are eager to answer blah, blah, blah, and blah, blah, blah, blah.

But I chose silence because He was my own Husband's parent. People I need to respect.

"Where the hell, so women really dirty" quipped the in-laws.

"Why would your husband look at another woman? Just think of you" said Mother-in-law.

"Well, if you glance at it already, Milanie also does not make it" I said.

"What did you say?" ask Mother-in-law.

"It's okay Mom" I replied with a forced smile.

"Where's Graha?" ask Mother-in-law.

"He's in the bedroom" I replied.

Before long my mother-in-law looked at Graha into the room. Not to forget also followed by looking at the contents around the room.

I know very well the situation in my closet. My clothes are a mess because of the untidy folds. As a result of the pull when taking clothes that are in the middle of the fold pile.

"Hopefully don't open the Almari" my inner.

Unexpectedly my mother-in-law just looked at Graha, then came home after that.

"Huh,, split the house still got a scolding. What if one roof. It'll be worse" I murmured.

Sometimes, women prefer to be alone. Fear of hearing words that are not needed to be heard. And certainly, to maintain the sanity of his soul.

The atmosphere of the house feels quiet. Graha looks very asleep. Without feeling guilty, Graha moved in all directions like a clock circling her circle.

On this occasion, I should be able to make the most of my time. To clean, wash and most importantly fold clothes clothes clothes clothes that managed to become the innuendo Mother-in-law.

Although sometimes lazy to seduce me with full of charm. As a mother and wife. Time to relax becomes very little. It is rare even if there is time.

After the title of a wife. A woman must be completely independent.

Because no husband can replace the role of his own wife's parents.

Sometimes it is full of demands.

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Time has shown at 4pm.

"Hahhh,, it's finally done" I murmured by laying my back on the sofa.

Inside the house whose door I shut was tight.

I am tired behind invisible roofs of other humans.

Sometimes a woman's tiredness is never appreciated. In fact, tired of a wife is not paid.

Tok, tock, tock!!

Soon the door of the house was knocking.

I walked up and opened it with what I still had.

When I opened the door, I didn't think he was Zaidan.

"You've come home, Dad?" my many.

"Yes" he answered briefly.

With eyes that pass by for a moment to see me.

I'm finally taking a shower. Graha soon woke up.

Haven't had time to dress up. I must bathe Graha immediately before passing Maghrib.

Before taking a bath, Graha was still fussy and did not want to take a shower.

He ran here and there because he didn't want to take a shower.

"Graha let's take a shower, kid, it's afternoon. Mommy is tired of running" I said.

Without understanding my whining Graha kept running around here and there without any guilt.

"Dad, Graha yeah. She didn't want to take that shower" I said.

Without an answer Zaidan just put his body in bed.

"Well" call me.

"Well, how do you care? Why whine at me?" answer Zaidan.

"Yes try it maybe if you want it" I said.

"I just got back from out of town. Go home and say it. I'm tired. Understand little" said Zaidan.

"You tired? You think I haven't been tired all this time? Taking care of Graha, still working then also taking care of the house? I'm not out of town. But holding 3 jobs at once on one back is more tired well" I replied.

"Yes, stay with your job. Just resign let's not be tired" said Zaidan.

"Resign up? Of the many Agencies only where I work would accept me even though I already have children. So you easily told me to resign? Then what about my parents who sent me to school for 14 years? Just to be your maid until I'm old?" my answer.

Instantly Zaidan's eyes rounded and stared at me sharply.

"You!" zaidan said with anger.

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