I'm Not the Dream Son-in-law of Season 2
Chapter 5: He Melted My Heart

"Hello Milanie?" Zaidan.

At once Zaidan's words reminded me of that house. The trauma of her mother's attitude loomed in my head. Makes me feel sick and sick. Without command or any cause. I was crying right then and there.

"Hiks, hiks, hiks" the sound of crying.

"Milanie what's wrong?" Zaidan.

"Mas, can you understand what I mean? I want us done. But why are you still like that?" I said.

"Milanie listen. To solve a problem, you do not have to separate. Can we fix it slowly? I know my attitude was wrong with you all along. Now I promise, I'll change for the better" Zaidan said.

"Let's see, my heart is already very sick. I don't want us to continue" I said.

"Come here! Let's start from the beginning of Milanie" Zaidan said.

"Isn't this your home?" Zaidan.

"Although the house is in my name. But that house is not mine. In reality everything is built with your hard work" I said.

"If indeed in the view of a highly respected person is a person who makes money. Then I better just work. And enough of myself. Rather than being humbled like trash" I said.

"I never put you down, Milanie. You have sacrificed your life for your family. Your role is very important in the Kita Milanie family" Zaidan said.

"Everyone has their own role. In the family, I am the breadwinner and you are the foundation of the family" said Zaidan.

"What about your mother? He loves you very much. Because unfortunately for you. Makes me want to give you back to him" I said.

"It is undeniable that all mothers always love their children" said Zaidan.

"Indeed. But if so, this greatly complicates my position Zaidan" I said.

"Then, let's meet at the cafe near the gaping fish fountain" Zaidan said.

"What's there for?" I said.

"Let's meet and talk to each other about our relationship" Zaidan said.

Because Graha is currently at Zaidan's house. I had to agree to this meeting.

In fact, in my little heart. I don't want to be in touch with them anymore.

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That night, I fulfilled Zaidan's invitation to meet at the cafe near the gaping fountain.

Whether intentionally or not. Zaidan took me to a historic place when I was his masterpiece.

Wearing Navy T-shirt attire and gray thick trining pants. This time my appearance was simple. Like my daily habits.

Zaidan came still wearing black jaz.

It seems that after returning to work he immediately rushed here.

We sat facing each other.

Zaidan's eyes have been glued to me.

"What do you want to talk about" I said breaking the silent atmosphere.

"First, can you get rid of your ego a little?" Zaidan.

"What do you mean?" my many.

"Don't say the word separate because of your ego. Now think Graha. He definitely needs a father" Zaidan said.

"Why do you think about my ego? What about your mom and your mom? Shouldn't it be questioned?" I said.

"A wife will not ask for separation from her husband. If He is valued, loved and cared for. But if a wife is considered a slave to her husband and family. Of course he has the right to ask for a divorce. Because of him, it has rights over him" I said.

"Now, What you want I'll do. You say you have a right to you" Zaidan said.

"I told you we better split up. That's what I want" I said.

"Huzzzztt, please don't say it's Milanie. I will obey you in addition to your request" Zaidan said.

"I am self-conscious. Many women are more beautiful, sexy and smart outside. By your status is a CEO. Of course it's easy for you to get one of them. For me, home is not just about money. Money is my physical need. What about my spiritual needs?" I said.

"After marriage, women will become prisoners. Make the scope of his social life into a whistle. There's only Mom, Dad, son and husband. Of all the families. A wife on whom else would she depend if not on her Husband?" I said.

"Well I get it. You want me to be able to keep pace between your physical and spiritual needs. I will do it" said Zaidan.

"How's it?" Zaidan.

"And I wouldn't ask for a divorce if your mother could accept me as much as she received her biological child" I said.

"But all of that is just a joke" I added.

"Then what do you want?" Zaidan.

"What is a husband's responsibility to his wife?" my many.

"Responsible, spiritual for love and compassion. As well as physical such as eating, clothing, shelter, education and caring for the wife in a Makruf manner" said Zaidan.

"I'm not asking you to do everything. Because I know it's hard, I'll help you with one of your responsibilities. But, I can't mas be 1 roof with your mother" I said.

"Then, let's find a home for where you and Graha live" Zaidan said.

"It looks like it's the best. Even though the house is in my name. In reality, it's all from your results. Of course your mother feels more entitled to me. Because you are his son" I said.

I looked at Zaidan deeply.

Zaidan's hand grabbed my folded hand on the table.

Zaidan held my hand very gently.

Zaidan's eyes looked at me so sweetly.

"Give me another chance. I promise to change" Zaidan said.

My tears immediately dripped. His inner sense radiated a sincerity.

Deep inside my heart from within.

Isn't it a blessing to have a husband like Zaidan?

In reality, no one is perfect.

And it will not escape from a mistake.

This time, again Zaidan managed to melt my heart that had been hardened like a stone.

And finally I gave her a second chance.

To create a full family. There must be one who gives up.

If both partners are more determined by their respective egos.

There will be a farewell.

The key to family is openness and mutual understanding of each other.

At that time, Zaidan took me home.

Because I know I'm allergic to car odor. Zaidan immediately picked up the gum in his pocket. Then stick the candy to my nose.

When Zaidan put it on my nose. Our faces are very close. Makes my heart beat unbearably.

Plus Zaidan's gentle behavior. Makes me not want to look him in the eye. Fear of being more wrong.

Zaidan grabbed my chin and raised my head slowly.

"You, very beautiful Milanie" said Zaidan.

Soon I'll put my face back. And avoid.

"Basic! maniac a woman's eloquent heart" my inner.

"That's it, not a lot of nonsense. Quickly we're up. I miss Graha" I said.

I walked to the car and climbed in the seat to the left of the driver's seat.

Without wanting Zaidan to know. That his behavior was successful in making a blast in my heart.

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