I'm Not the Dream Son-in-law of Season 2
Chapter 35: Worrying
When I stepped into my mother's house with a happy heart.
My longing for Graha has been passionate even though only 1 day did not see her figure.
When I walked into the house, my mother met me with a sullen face and looked upset.
"Mother where's Graha?" tanyaku.
"That's it, he's behind the water" my mother replied.
"Why do you work all day at the office? Husband is still busy looking for work" said my mother.
The deg!
My mother herself spoke that.
This is an expression of my mother's tired spot when taking care of her own granddaughter.
While I plan to pay the nanny only. But Zaidan rejected it outright.
In our opinion we do not know what the nurse did to Graha when we were not at her side.
Well, of course you are.
Taking care of a real child is not his responsibility.
Even though 30% of my salary I gave him.
But then again, as a Son of course I'm not polite to leave my son to my mother.
Again, the one who thinks complicated is a wife.
After marriage, in addition to the wife being a prisoner of the husband, the wife must think of everything about her family affairs.
He can't do what He really wants. There was no time for him.
Therefore, most of them run away with activities that They can do to find their own happiness. That is by shopping.
By shopping, women can release fatigue, loneliness, and stabilize emotions that must be soaked when acting as Mother and Wife.
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Seeing the tired mother's reaction taking care of her granddaughter.
Now that reaction became a burden on my mind.
"Do I have to stop working?" my inner.
"It seems that for now it's the right choice" my inner self.
"But, if I choose to stop. Is it okay to rely on Zaidan?" my thinking.
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On the workbench with bright study lamp.
Lucky smiled at himself. Like a teenager who falls for a woman.
With the pen he swung. Tonight, he wrote a poem.
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That morning I left for work from my parents' house.
It looks like my mom feels bothered by me. Because I have to take care of Graha.
Yeah, course. Taking care of a child makes our activities limited. And able to suppress emotions.
Again, see that view. Makes me wobbly, to keep a career.
It was amazing, even though he asked for a boy. But without feeling guilty all are charged at women.
Huh! My pissed breath.
That day I was not focused at all because of my mind at war.
Until the moment my hand accidentally dropped the bookkeeping.
The book fell in an open position. Right on it was a folded piece of paper.
I picked it up and opened it slowly.
It turned out that the content of the paper was a poem like this:
My flower
Although 72 full moons have passed.
I don't understand either,
Why do you stay attached to the core of my head.
You're like a flower crown.
Which remains fresh on its stalk.
Not dimming, not withering either.
The smell of the firefly spreading from you.
Precisely teasing me.
I'm holding you accountable.
For punishing my soul like this.
Thursday, September 28th
"Pffffffttt"
"Ha ha ha ha ha"
"hwa, hwa, hwa, hwa"
"Life again tired just met this" I murmured.
"ha, ha, ha, ha,"
"Are you crazy, Mel?" ask Natasya about my work.
"Look, read this poem!" I said by giving that piece of paper to Natasha.
"I swear, so my teenage keinget first. Poetry of people in love. Ha, ha, ha," I said still laughing.
"Duh Mel, I don't know what reason makes you laugh like that. But I think it's romantic to know?" Natasya.
"Is this a poem from your husband Mel?" ask Natasya.
"Eh, yeah, don't. My husband is busy. Boro-boro make ginian. He looks more like a working robot but faces an officer statue" I said.
"Then, whose poem is this?" ask Natasya.
"I don't know you're in that book" I said.
"Didn't that book you just picked up from Mas Lucky's room?" Natasya.
"Eh" Instantly I was silent and shocked.
"True too" I said.
"Don't-don't Lucky's sister is in love" I said in a suppressed voice.
"Shuuuttt. Here - here. I'll give it back later" I said, wiping out the piece of paper.
"Who's the woman?" ask Natasya guessing.
"Come" I said.
Hearing Lucky's name immediately Aliya looked at me sharply. He was curious about his poetry.
Without warning Aliya approached me and answered her poem.
Aliya eagerly read her poetry.
"Jeez, I didn't think Lucky was this romantic" muttered Aliya.
"Aliya, can it be returned? It's just a guess. So it's not necessarily true if what makes is Lucky's sister. So please give it back. I'll try to ask you later" I said.
"Ih, you stingy base" Aliya said, forced to return the paper.
Aliya immediately turned her body and returned to her desk.
"Did Lucky really make this?" my inner.
"If it's true, thank God. I'd be happy if my old friend finally had a life choice" my inner self.
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Finally got into the break.
Some people choose to sleep in the office. Some people also choose to eat out.
While I. Choose to stay at my desk. And write a resignation letter.
"alright. Maybe this is the right choice. Bismillah" muttered.
In Lucky's room. Lucky's sister was busy wondering about herself.
"Did Milanie read it?" her mind.
"Haz, let me ask you directly" murmured Lucky's brother.
The tringg!!
"Hey" incoming message on my whats up.
Because I'm being too focused, so I don't hear if there's an incoming message on my phone.
"You're not out?" a message from Lucky.
Lucky's sister stared at the screen of her phone but there was no reply from me.
"Jeez as busy as that He doesn't care about an assistant director?" mummy Kak Lucky.
Sis Lucky chose to move on and out to see the condition of the office.
Kriiiieeek.
I saw someone sleeping in the office.
Lucky's sister can just stand at the door and look at me.
He was deliberately waiting for me to realize his existence.
In about 10 minutes, I saw Lucky's brother.
With face-to-face communication. We understand each other's meaning of that expression.
I stood up slowly. Don't forget to bring along a piece of poetry paper.
Then we walked out of the office. Sit in the garden seat.
"Here" I said, returning the poem.
"Is this poem Lucky's?" my many.
"Glek" Lucky's brother swallowed his saliva.
His heart was also beating fast. Like a man who expresses his feelings to a partner.
"Yes, what do you think?" ask Lucky.
"really? That's Lucky's own handmade poem?" I just don't believe it.
"Yes sure. This is original without plagiarism" replied Lucky.
"Gosh, finally, brother, I'm so happy" I said.
"Are you really happy?" said Lucky with round eyes.
I nodded my head steadily.
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