Love That (No) Blind
Part 41: What Rights Do You Have?

[Sara]

“Please Mama, yes,” cried Widia while pleading with Sara by clenching her palms in front of her chest.

“Mama today there was a meeting with Mama's friends at home. It's my turn to invite them home. But the problem is that today we did not enter. Mom panics, Sara.”

Seriously?

“Nobody can cook. And my mom remembers you. Please Mama yes, Sara.”

Don't know how to respond. Early in the morning Sara has been ‘dulik’ by her in-laws. And now we have to face a situation like this.

What exactly is he planning?

“The theme of cooking this time is home cooking. Mama could have ordered at the restaurant. Their tongues are too sensitive. They can recognize it with just one inch. Mama's really desperate now, Sara. Please Mama yes. Please ...”

Widia's face really described her despair. Yeah, at least that's what Sara saw.

“For 20 people only. Please Mama yes, Sara,” pinta Widia once again.

“Let Sara take a break to Mas Agam, Ma. Sara didn't say anything just now when she left. Sara also does not bring HP, Ma.” Sara asked back.

“Aduh, Agam easy problem. Later Mama who calls Agam, tell him that you are here,” Widia timpal which actually does not also relieve her anger.

There's something strange here. But what, huh?

With a heavy heart, without being able to give her in-laws the rejection she could accept, Sara finally nodded her head. And Widia was instantly overjoyed.

“But Mama is sorry, you had to cook alone in the kitchen. Other waiters are busy getting ready.”

Here goes!

“But if you need anything, just say the same butler here. He will arrange everything. Mama also said, if there is a servant who is finished, Mama asked the butler to arrange to help you. It's okay, Sara?”

What else do you want to say now?

With a weak nod, Sara agreed.

Widia's? He went to prepare. Yeah, to the salon.

......................

From 9am to 1pm. Sara was almost overwhelmed taking care of everything. Fortunately it was still time for breakfast before ‘diculik’.

Fortunately, not all of Sara does alone. Some food has been washed and cut. Sara just had to prepare some cooking spices and cook them.

But still, it takes a long time and a very tired feeling when doing it. And there was really no servant to help her.

But it wasn't in vain that I helped Mom a lot during this time. At least I learned a lot from my mother.

“Miss Sara, Madam calls Miss in the backyard,” said one of the waiters who came to deliver a message moments after the event started. It was only at that moment that some servants came in to replace Sara's work.

Sara sighed. Pissed off? Ja. I want him to scream. His body was screaming in pain.

“That she has come,” exclaimed Widia who Sara could hear from a distance.

Sara could see the guests present were the women with makeup that matched the amount of their savings balance. Real expensive.

Different from her now.

Wanna hope what? He just finished breakfast. His job is only at home. All he wears is ordinary clothes. T-shirts and trousers. It was still a good thing he was wearing long pants. Sometimes he wears three-quarters pants.

She had already been taken away without being given the chance to change clothes let alone dress up. Plus all the work in the kitchen.

“This is my son-in-law. Agam's Wife. Today he cooked everything. How's it? Delicious, right?,” said Widia eagerly introducing herself in front of her friends.

She also introduced him as a family member.

One of the somewhat moontook-bodied guests started commenting, “Beauty, huh? Pinter cook again. Which family, Jeng? The office? Conglomerate?”

Sara took her breath and exhaled slowly, preparing her heart. It turned out that this was his main show.

There was Widia's awkward laughter. He looks uncomfortable with his guests.

“Only ordinary family, really. His mother opened a catering business. That's why he's pinter cook.”

I can't tell which face is real and which isn't.

The response of the other guests was a long ‘oh’ coming out of their mouths, with a slightly sneering tone of course.

“Honey, yes. Though Mr. Wirasurya is a distinguished family, let alone his children. Everyone knows who they are. Great people all,” one of the other guests who dressed up quite menor today also commented.

But Sara did not bow her head in the slightest. He just stared blankly at the table a few steps away from him. Let them talk about themselves, without saying anything.

As long as they don't talk about my parents, I think I'll be fine.

“Don't put in a heart huh, Sara. They are so. Understand for a moment, yes,” whispered Widia who looks bad.

Sara showed her fake smile . He has no evidence of Widia's involvement. Right now her in-laws may look guilty, but Sara is still convinced, this is the plan.

“Feelings used to ask Agam to be a son-in-law, deh. Why not choose one, Jeng? Yes this gini, if the child chooses himself. Always not right.” Another Widia guest commented.

And the others ...

“True, true. Seematku Sheyna, his son CEO RTY Group has a heavy crush on Agam. He gets here, doesn't he every day?”

And another one ...

“Rachel, his son CEO of FYG Group also did not lose, loh. Pinter's son plays the violin. Beautiful again. Frequently fills out events if NFC has an event.”

And another one ...

“Lagian why not tell us anyway Jeng if you need a daughter-in-law? We find our acquaintances who seed bebet clear weights.”

Turns out the theme of their show today was about me.

Sara almost held herself glancing towards Widia even if only for a short while. He did not want to be considered to be seeking help from his parents-in-law. Everything he accepted without saying anything.

Feeling no need to hear more, Sara chose to leave.

“There's still a lot I have to work on. Excuse me.”

But one voice held back his steps.

“Loh, here you go. The story dong same we-we are flirting with men like Agam tuh kayak how? Sell body?”

All the guests who were there laughed in response to their friend's words.

Sara turned around. His eyes were already glaring because of his anger. His eyeballs did not stop moving to find out who had just spoken like that.

If you want to see it, I'll take her hair.

“She's my wife. What rights do you have talking about my wife?”