I'm Not the Dream Son-in-law of Season 2
Chapter 4: Graha kidnapped her father

With a breath.

I explained it in a slow way.

"If you had known, women could have played a double role. But if it's a man, he's still questioned first" I said.

"The role of the husband is sometimes not done let alone the role of the mother. I'll raise my hand" I murmured.

"Easy! Better get home. You also can't take care of Graha even if it's only 1 night" I said.

"Eh, wait. His name is my first time. How could I possibly be right away" Zaidan said in self-defense.

"Everybody needs a process to learn, baby" Zaidan said.

Even though I've kicked him out a few times and dragged his hand. Zaidan did not budge to get out of the room. It makes me even more tired of telling him to leave.

Until the time shows at 5 am.

This time Graha was seen sleeping very soundly.

Makes me even more nervous about him.

"Huh, day is night. Night so day Graha" I murmured.

Regardless of Zaidan I hurried to get ready as usual. For work.

When I was ready, I went to breakfast prepared by my mother.

"Hem, it feels so good that food is suddenly prepared at the table without having to get tired of cooking first" I said as I was about to walk to the dining table.

I deliberately insinuated Zaidan so that He would hear my words.

When I was at the dinner table, Zaidan was still in the room.

"Zaidan didn't you eat?" said Mother.

"Later if his stomach is hungry also eat. It's big too. How spoiled to be a person" I said.

My mother just shook her head to hear my answer that was so indifferent to Zaidan.

However, my mother could not be indifferent to Zaidan. Finally my mother called Zaidan to the room to join him for breakfast at the dinner table.

"Why do you call him buk? If Milanie at home aja Milanie who must cook, wash dishes, turn on the house and mengepel. Never welcomed like a guest. Why do you have to do it like that. Don't pamper. Later even spoiled Dienya" I quipped.

Zaidan lowered his head and just kept silent on hearing my words which to me was capable of hurting the eardrum.

Zaidan sat at the dinner table. Then eat Mom's cooking. He didn't respond to anything. Though clearly He heard my sharp innuendo. Zaidan remained silent during the meal.

Like a deaf person who hears nothing.

This makes me feel angry. My words were considered to be just a passing wind.

"Well, bodo time. I've separated from him" my inner self.

I went to work as usual.

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Within half an hour after I left for work. Zaidan said to Mom to go to work anyway.

Not to forget Zaidan kissed Graha's cheek before leaving.

Time has shown at 5pm. When Zaidan had returned home, Zaidan's mother asked Graha.

"Why didn't you come home with Graha?" mother Zaidan said.

"Graha still needs Asi from Milanie's mother" Zaidan said.

"Can't you bring him home. Graha can be given formula milk" said Mother.

"Why is Mom like that?" Zaidan.

"It's natural that I miss my first grandchild" said Ms. Zaidan.

"If I miss you, tomorrow Zaidan bring it here" Zaidan said.

"Then, I'm ready to buy formula now" said Ms. Zaidan.

Zaidan laid his body on his bedroom bed.

"Hahhhh!!! So tired" murmured Zaidan.

"How do you fix this situation? I really hope everything will improve. Between me and Milanie and my mother and Milanie" Zaidan murmured.

The shadow of Milanie he hugged last night.

"But Milanie really looks cute when she's angry" murmured Zaidan.

Now I'm sitting on my desk chair.

"Basic crazy man. Does he not understand the word separation?" my inner.

"Do I need to translate that word to her. Haz,,,, it sucks" I muttered.

"What was the purpose of staying at my house? No shame" I muttered out emotions.

At my desk.

"What are you thinking?" ask Doni one of my coworkers.

"Nothing" I said.

I was getting away from Doni. The trauma on behalf of the male nation is really on my mind. Makes me feel like I want to stay away from all kinds of male species.

And enjoy life by yourself.

Doni is one of those employees who has the handsome face of all the employees.

His caring attitude and having a handsome face make the women who work there mostly like it. Especially the teenage girls.

But not with me, just glanced at him.

In the canteen at work. Doni and Viki they were having lunch together.

"Just this time I met a woman who wasn't interested in me" Doni whispered to another employee friend.

"The new woman" said Doni.

"Milanie?" said Viki.

"Yes, It's okay I did everything to get Him to like me" Doni said.

"Hey, you don't know about Milanie yet?" said Viki.

"Why?" ask Doni curiously.

"He already has a son and a husband. Don't mess with you" Viki said.

"Him? Does the little guy have kids?" doni was surprised.

"Yes" said Viki.

"When he married her" said Doni.

"Ha, ha, ha, be patient, mending looking for others is still a lot" Viki said with a pat on Doni's shoulder.

Viki has left Doni. Doni was still sitting in his place. With a slight smile etched on his face. He thought about what Viki said about the fact that Milanie had one child.

"It's a shame" muttered Doni.

Drinking the tea in front of him.

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I'll be home at 5 p.m.

That afternoon as usual I went home on my history bike.

A simple motorbike but it helped my life a lot. And certainly a loyal vehicle accompanied me.

Riding a motorcycle on the way home and away with a gust of wind. It feels able to break my fatigue after work and night patrol.

Plus a side street view that has city views.

Makes me feel enough healing without having to go to a tourist spot.

"Work, eat and sleep. Just living like this I find very enjoyable. Compared to, ah! Nevermind!" I muttered as I drove the motorbike home.

A few minutes later, I arrived home.

My eyes swept in all directions.

The house feels very quiet.

I looked into every corner of the room.

But, I can't find anywhere. He is my son Graha.

My mother is not home either.

"Maybe you brought Graha along" I murmured.

Calmly I immediately cleaned myself up and laid my body on the bed.

After Maghrib, finally Mom and Dad went home.

Immediately I approached.

My longing for Graha has gathered.

The petite Graha was always in the shadows while I was working.

But again my eyes did not get the figure of Graha.

Makes me ask my mother a question.

"Mother, where's Graha?" my many.

My mother hesitated to answer. But, Mother finally replied as I gave her a question mark expression.

"Graha was picked up by his father earlier" Mother said.

"Why can you?" my many.

"How can Mother forbid a father to bring his child" replied the mother.

"Mother, what if Graha is not returned here?" I said.

"Gosh, I think Graha was with Mom" I said.

Soon I'm looking for my phone. And had to call Zaidan.

"Tringg!!!"

"Tringg!!!"

"Tringg!!!"

The cell phone lying in the bedroom closet was on and ringing.

Zaidan picked up my phone.

"Where's Graha?" my many.

"He's with me" Zaidan said.

"What do you mean you took Graha there?" I said.

"Mom actually misses him a lot. Can't it?" Zaidan.

"But Graha still needs Asi from me" I said.

"Mom bought her milk. So there's no need to worry" Zaidan said.

The call was silent without sound.

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