Lawyer And Boss Miras
Husband's Used Clothes

The gurgling water welcomed the hearing of Jay who had just woken up, could the rain overnight not also subside until morning. He felt wet, yes, his clothes were wet. A few seconds later, Jay woke up. The man was shocked when he found a boy sleeping on top of him while tracing his left hand full of tattoos with a tiny fingers.

"Noah!" call Dara coming from the bathroom.

"Gosh, sorry Jay." Dara grabs Noah from Jay's lap and holds him. "It looks like Noah's playing water faucet and not closing it."

Jay looked around who had been flooded by the tap water to make his clothes wet. In the corner of the room there is a mop that is half wet, it seems Dara put some cloth just like that to absorb the water that runs everywhere. The house looks like a broken ship.

"I was mopping the floor and didn't know that Noah was bothering you, sorry."

"It's okay" Jay replied. The man looked around again, it seemed like Noah probably lit the water faucet overnight.

"Attent." Dara goes into the room to secure Noah, he returns and brings a shirt and pants.

"Day," asked Dara while thrusting the clothes at Jay.

"Whose clothes are they?" ask Jay who is still consistently sitting on the floor.

"It belongs to my husband" replied Dara.

"You're sure your husband won't get angry if I wear his clothes?" ask Jay carefully. It is also not good if Dara's husband knows where Jay is there, there will certainly be misunderstanding.

"My husband is dead" replied Dara smiling bitterly. Jay felt bad.

"Sorry, I don't know."

"It's okay. I can accept the truth now." Dara again grabbed the mop that she put in the corner of the room and continued her activities earlier.

"The bathroom is right over there." Dara pointed to the door in the left corner of her kitchen.

Jay nodded and immediately moved from his place. A moment after Jay passed, Dara shed tears. He suddenly remembered the husband who had died less than a year ago. Noah wasn't even born at the time. Exactly three days after the death of her husband, Noah was born as if giving an antidote to Dara's heart. That is why, Dara promised to give her world to Noah—fruit her love with her late husband, the only precious treasure she has.

After finishing mopping, Dara then prepared breakfast. He still has some bread, there are also three chicken eggs that are still perched in his closet. I don't know why the amount is right for three people's breakfast.

Jay came out of the bathroom with her hair half wet. Dara's late husband's clothes were so fitting for Jay, as if he was the real owner.

"I washed my clothes. Can I hang my shirt on the back?" jay asked, whose hands were carrying wet clothes and pants.

"What are you washing?" ask Dara. He's out of laundry soap.

"I just washed it with water. Take it easy, I'm not taking your soap, "Jay replied.

Dara laughed softly. "I'm out of laundry soap" he muttered. His life was so lacking, making Jay feel pity and pity.

"Become... Noah...!" call Aunt Kim from outside while knocking on the door.

"It's weird that Aunt Kim doesn't usually come here early in the morning" Dara said as she passed towards the entrance. Jay then goes to his small backyard to hang up his clothes.

Aunt Kim went in and checked on Noah, who was playing with wooden cars in his room. Then he went into the kitchen. From inside the kitchen he saw Jay who was drying his clothes in the backyard.

"Well, what do you think you're doing?" a wrathful look immediately adorned Aunt Kim's face, as if Dara had made a grave mistake.

"You can let that bastard wear your husband's shirt!" his protest.

"He has to change clothes."

"I think he should get out of here after waking up."

Dara clucked, just this time opposite her husband's aunt.

"Auntie doesn't see? I just finished mopping. Noah opened the water faucet overnight to flood the whole house. And Jay who was sleeping barefoot in the front room also had to get wet because of Noah. So, does Auntie think I can't lend her a shirt?" dara explained.

"Also he can't wear things that don't belong to him." Aunt Kim is still adamant.

"I'm just trying to repay her kindness, is that wrong?"

"Making him stay here last night is enough. You don't have to over-treat that stranger!"

"He has a name. Jay." Jay."

"I don't care what his name is." Aunt Kim folded her hands in front of her chest. His wrinkled face had been cooed.

"If my husband were still alive, I'm sure he'd do the same." Dara bit her lower lip at a glance. "She'll definitely treat Jay the same way I did. He would definitely return the favor to the man who had saved the lives of his wife and child." Dara's lips quivered, her tongue was now a mute. It was too much for her to remember or talk about her late husband.

"If your husband is still alive, you won't be intercepted by those thugs."

"What makes Auntie so sure? We are both Asian, how is it different from Jay who has been beaten for defending me desperately?"

Aunt Kim is silent. Meanwhile, Jay who had finished drying clothes had been standing in the kitchen doorway and heard her talk Aunt Kim and Dara.

Dara turned around to call Jay, but the man had already entered the kitchen.

"Jay," said Dara.

Jay lowered his face, clearly a sad look on his face. The man then stepped up, even though his legs seemed to hesitate.

"I'll go now and come back later in the afternoon to pick up my dry clothes, emmm. Again, thank you for letting me stay here last night." Jay smiled, then he passed by Dara and Aunt Kim who were pecking at his place.

"Wait, Jay!" prevent Dara.

Jay answered the call.

"Then I told you I couldn't give you anything in return, but at least I still have food." Dara held back her sentence. Now he's starting a fool, even though there's Aunt Kim in front of him.

"Let's have breakfast with us" continued Dara.

"Sad... I'm going home." Aunt Kim grumbled, she left without being stopped by Dara or Jay.

The man was still standing in his place, he would receive the reward from Dara.