I'm Not the Dream Son-in-law of Season 2
Chapter 32: Curious
Inside the room is a square box with an area of 4 X 4 M.
The figure of a man sitting on a black chair with a table in front of him.
He never looked at the cell phone lying on his desk.
He checked his phone 7 times. In his silence, hoping that there is a wa message coming into his phone.
Recalling the whispers from the woman he had admired for a long time.
Lucky pushed the phone button many times. However, not a single message came in on his phone.
"What is his job so much that he forgets his own words?" mummy Kak Lucky.
"It seems I need to see it" murmured Kak Lucky up from his soft chair.
With long crossed legs. My hands clenched under his chest. The body leaned against the wall after the entrance of Karyawati's office.
From 3 meters away, Lucky's sister saw me.
I am focused on work. Making him unconscious by his presence.
"Mother Milanie?" call brother Lucky.
"Yes" I replied.
"Let's come with me to the office" Lucky said.
All the female staff's views were on me and wondering. The figure of Lucky's famous anti-woman. Just this time want to call one of the staff and invited to his personal office room.
A panorama that is no stranger to me. Zaidan used to act like this to me.
Like the world was twisting my old story when I was before marriage.
With a lot of question marks. I followed Lucky's orders.
"Sit down!" said brother Lucky.
I sat in front of his desk.
Lucky's brother was quiet and just looked at me. Like someone who wants to guess my desire.
"So did you forget?" ask Lucky.
"What?" my many.
"People ask, they ask" said Lucky.
"I really don't understand what Mr. Lucky means, so I asked" I replied.
"It's normal" said Lucky.
"It seems like this morning someone whispered to me to send a message wa" Lucky said.
"Owh, it's actually about things outside of work" I said.
"really? What's?" ask Lucky's brother.
"Aniya likes you feet" I said.
"Anniya? That's which one?" said brother Lucky.
"Huh? Lucky's brother, how many years has he been working here, still doesn't know that name?" I said surprised.
"I don't really know the female staff here. Because sometimes they change. So why do I memorize his name" Lucky said.
"Everyone looked surprised when Lucky called me earlier" I said.
"You're whispering to me that you want to send that message?" said Lucky Sister.
"Yes" I replied.
"Yes already. I think it's important" Lucky said disappointedly.
"alright. I'm going back" I said.
"Yes" said Lucky.
"Haz, I think He changed his mind about his marriage" said Lucky.
"What kind of man would let his wife work and give birth to a child" said Lucky.
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"Where'd you go, Luck?" ask the chairman.
"Go home" Lucky replied without turning to the Chairman's mother to continue his steps.
"Well, how nice to be an assistant director, huh? Freer. But the salary remains" said the chairman.
Moments later Lucky stopped his steps and turned to the chairman.
"of course. What humans are looking for is good taste. I wouldn't have stayed here if it wasn't delicious. Right no? Hahaha" replied Lucky.
"It's up to you" said the Chairman.
From behind the window in the office. Aniya saw Lucky's sister who came home during the afternoon break from a distance.
"Even when He walks around he looks very handsome" Aniya muttered with a flick of his index finger and thumb to lift Lucky from behind the window.
Like a man who takes something he wants.
But, immediately the look on Aniya's face changed when she remembered how Lucky's attention was very different to Milanie.
"This is all because of the existence of Milanie that destroyed my PDKT. Haz, you thirsty mother-mom" Aniya muttered with a cynical glance at me.
Without hearing his murmur. I know very well what expression He has put on his face.
But I don't want to get dizzy. Most importantly my goal here is to make money for my own power.
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Zaidan invited me to pick up Graha at Mother-in-law's house.
"Come on, we'll get Graha!" bring Zaidan.
Since I was also still relaxed, I finally agreed to Zaidan's invitation to pick up Graha at Mother-in-Law's house.
We went in Zaidan's car.
Our trip only takes 10 minutes. Because our distance is not too far.
You could say one city, but not a neighbor.
When We came, My mother-in-law welcomed Our arrival.
After we talked to each other for a few minutes. Then Zaidan immediately took Graha. Because if you go straight home, it's a disrespectful ethic towards parents.
"Well, that's the best thing for a kid. Affairs that take care of his grandmother" quipped Mother-in-law.
"You work is the money you think" he said.
"When her husband is already working as CEO again. Uh less grandiose. Kok is less grateful to be a wife" he quipped.
"Just stop working, have a child to be abandoned!" mother-in-law's orders.
"Geez, what other words did my mother-in-law say to God" my inner self.
"I don't want to get angry. Why does my heart hurt. If I yell, does anyone want to hear?" my inner.
Finally, I wasn't angry, or yelling. Instead of harboring anger and finally just crying.
Is this the test of a wife?
It hurts but it doesn't bleed.
And more painful. Only I know what it feels like. Not with anyone else.
They only see my smile when my pain is invisible.
All they see is how lucky I am to have Zaidan.
Wife of a CEO.
In fact, men who soar high and shake high. There will be many temptations approaching. And there will be a test of pride in his heart.
Except they're men who don't feel they have anything and understand religion.
Not men who only memorize knowledge or men who only memorize the Book. But men who understand from all the roots of Religion. And perform the embodiment of his guidelines.
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The tring!!!
There's a message on Zaidan's phone.
When Zaidan drove his car. Zaidan only looked at the screen for a while and then put the phone back on.
I was the one who happened to be sitting next to him by holding me Graha.
Glancing at Zaidan's movements a little. But it was not seen who gave him the message.
I don't know why I feel,,,,
Like something was hidden by him.
Even though I feel that way. I'm more neutralizing my mind back.
"It seems like it's just my feelings that are too much" my inner self.
Before long the car Zaidan was driving had stopped.
Symbolizing that We have reached home 🏡.
Zaidan came out and did not forget to take his phone to put in his pants pocket.
Ignore me like the beginning of marriage. He would rather walk in without helping me open the door.
"Why did He get cold?" my inner.
"Maybe he's a soybean" inwardly.
As I walked in, Zaidan became busier with his phone.
Reply to chat and lie in bed.
Before long, he fell asleep.
I saw his face, he looked tired.
But,,,, the,,,
Sometimes I feel curious. Who is he fucking with?
When I tried to reach for his phone.
Turns out Zaidan hasn't fallen asleep.
He saw my hand grabbing the phone he put on the table by the bed.
"What are you doing?" ask her by looking at me.
Instantly my heart was shocked like a thief that was being caught red-handed.
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