My Boss My Enemy
The Story of Devania 22: The Other Side of Devan

Dania researched the room she had just entered. Some of the photos on the wall welcomed her arrival. Photos with a variety of poses, starting from the pose itself by holding a trophy with a big smile, he said, photos of two people wearing full face helmets in a race car to photos with teams ranging from ten people. Several Thropy championships and award charters are also neatly arranged in the corner of the room.

The woman was still observing the entire room, until she did not notice someone entering, and hugged her stomach from behind.

"Pak Devan," exclaimed Dania who could not cover up her shock.

"Why?" ask her in a slow tone.

"Bikin' shocked."

"It's all father's?" dania asked by pointing at the row of trophies that were in front of her.

Devan nodded slowly in response.

"Pantes, that time was adept. Apparently, a former rally racing driver," he murmured softly, but still heard in Devan's ears.

"Why indeed?"

"It's okay. You know I don't have to hang, people are proficient. Not that street...."

"I've made the race track a couple of times." Devan cuts off the wife's words quickly.

"Gosh my god." Dania wonanga could not believe hearing that reality.

"You're a real jerk, anyway," the woman grumbled by pushing her lips a few inches.

"If you don't then you will continue to ignore me, Dania. And I can't stand being treated like that."

Dania was grieving at the words of her husband.

"Hello.... Dear husband sir. What's up with me that you used to spend longer than that? You ignore, even blatantly say not interested in everything," the inner girl with annoyance.

"Certainly, why now move the bow into an office?"

"At mother's request. He doesn't want me to be wretched, like my friend who lost his life in a race due to a miscalculation." Devan leads his wife to sit on the edge of ranj*ng.

"Ouch, so sweet.... A filial son." Dania dramatized her words.

"Rally racing is just a hobby. I try to channel my hobbies in order to be profitable. Mother's request is my priority. Hence, when he asked me to quit my world, I did. She's the only family I have."

"And this house is also included in the results of my hobby."

Dania's admiration for her husband grew even more after hearing the new reality. Devan is not only hardworking but also loving. It was just that, covered by his cold demeanor was as cold as an iceberg.

"Has mom been sleeping?" ask Dania.

After giving medicine to her mother-in-law, Dania said goodbye to want to rest. Sekar shows Devan's room located not far from his room.

"It."

"Sir," call Dania slowly.

"How many times have I told you, I'm your husband not your boss," the man replied sniffily.

"Yes sorry, habit. Keep calling what, dong?"

"Whatever."

"Honey, will?"

"No."

Dania frowned. "Why?"

"Too late."

"Yes, my dear...."

"No, it's like a labile ABG."

"Whatever."

"If it's up to you, it means I have to call anything. Can't protest."

"Hmmm...."

There was a moment of silence between them. Their eyes locked on each other. Slowly but surely, Devan brought his face closer to that of his wife. Somehow the bib*r looks more impressive than usual.

"Father m-mau ap...." His speech came to a halt as the burly index finger stuck to his tiny bib*r.

"Sstt, may I ask for my rights?" devan asked whispered right in front of his wife's face, even the warm breath hit the surface of Dania's skin.

The woman was on the spot. His heart was beating faster than ever. The heat spread throughout his body.

"Are you ready?" devan asked again, because he never got an answer from the woman in front of him.

"I'm scared," Dania's great-grandson.

"I'll slow down."

With all the courage he gathered. Finally, the woman nodded her head in agreement to the husband's wishes. He knew sooner or later it would happen.

Devan is eroding the distance between them. By the time the bib*r both will merge suddenly....

PRANK!

The pair of newlyweds were both stunned to hear a loud sound from the next room, precisely the room that was occupied by Sekar.

"MOTHER!"

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In the room Sekar....

Sekar who just closed his eyes a few minutes ago, woke up again when he felt the chest on the left was painful to make it difficult to breathe. As vigorously as he could, he tried to get up, and his hand reached for a bottle of medicine that lay on the nightstand by his bedside.

The unbearable pain made his body limp, so he had difficulty reaching the place. As a result, not the medicine that can be obtained, instead his hand dropped a glass containing water that is provided for him. Moments later, he was unconscious with his stomach with his hands hanging on the floor.

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''Mom!" shouts Devan

"Geez, Mother." Dania immediately walked up to the middle-aged woman, then turned her body and brought it into her lap.

Devan and Dania who heard the noise in the next room, rushed over. And how surprised they were, seeing such an unconscious Sekar.

''Mother's wind oil, where mother's wind oil." Devan ransacked the entire drawer on the nightstand with trembling hands, panic clearly visible on his face.

Dania stopped the irregular movement of her husband's hand. The woman shook her head slowly as her husband stared fixedly at her.

''What did your gesture mean?"

Again, Dania nodded. Devan immediately checked on his mother's condition, his hands feeling cold. There was no pulse as he pressed that limp hand, not even he felt the mother's breath. At that moment, he pointed his hand at the middle-aged woman's nose.

''No way, this is impossible. Just a few minutes ago I was talking to my mom. There hasn't been an hour, Dania," cried Devan with tears in his eyes.

''Mom's up!" Devan shook the limp violently, hoping that the mother would just faint.

His eyes caught the wind oil that used to be on the side of the pillow. Immediately, the man grabbed it, then gave as much as possible in the middle-aged woman's nose area. But nil, all his efforts were in vain. Still not showing any reaction.

''Already, don't be like that, not good. I'm not sick anymore."

Dania's words managed to resuscitate the man. Devan sits limp in front of his lifeless mother on his wife's lap. Tears that had been reminiscing, now flowed rapidly without being prevented. The man nodded with a deep look. She still can't believe that her mother has been gone forever.

''Special mother. She had calmed down" said Dania, gently rubbing her husband's burly back.

She knew exactly how her husband felt. It is not easy to accept reality, losing someone who is very valuable in our lives, especially parents.