MY BOSS MY HUSBAND
92. COMEING!
~POV AYU~
*****
Finally today arrived too.
The day is as heavy as the day of the green table trial. Wrong, not the same, I think it's heavier. Because I feel so nervous and nervous. It's still eight in the morning but my heart is already beating faster than usual.
I rolled and rolled again on my bed. The phone in my hand didn't shake or ring. Is it dinner today or is it canceled?
The most hidden corner of my heart was expecting to be canceled because there was a sense that I was not ready to meet Jansen's parents, let alone remember how they were so unaccepted of me.
But, the front corner of my heart said, 'Come, this is a good opportunity, spirit!!!'.
My mind floated on the event when I met Jansen's parents back then.
- - Flashback On
+62852 4578 91**
'I'm dr. Helena, Mama Jansen. Can we meet? I wait in the xx hospital cafeteria this afternoon at 3.''am.'
When viewing incoming messages from numbers not stored in my contacts. I thought it was a number from an insurance sales or other salesman or even a cheater number who pretended to give a reward
I ignored it for a moment because I thought it wasn't important. Until lunchtime, my finger accidentally nudged the message button and it opened.
"Geez!" Spontaneously I exclaimed in the pantry room and it made the friends who were eating there also surprised and directed question mark-filled eyes at me.
"Sorry... Please continue on. Sorry for disturbing the food concentration." I looked down with an apologetic smile.
Me:
'Sorry aunt, I just read the message. I'll call you in a minute well aunt, I let my boss first.'
My feelings are starting to get bad, what is this? Is this the impact of my acceptance of Jansen's offer to walk together against his parents? I'm ingrained.
The remaining two bribes I ignored. I now focus on the message I just received more precisely I read. Because I saw the message's arrival at 09:37.
Meet at 3 pm, now it's 12 o'clock past. About two hours more. How'this?
Do I have to tell Jansen and ask for his opinion?
No, no, I don't want him to fail to focus on his job today. All right, let's meet you, ma'am.
With a capital of courage that is only a tip of the nail, I asked permission to go home at two o'clock to my superiors. And said that going to hospital xx, there's a brother in the care. Fortunately I was good at shining my tongue and showing a sad face mixed with worry. So I was allowed. No free aspiring artist well, although failed, hihihi.
At three o'clock less, I have arrived at the cafeteria set as a meeting place. The distance of this cafe from my work place is quite far, I did a little racing earlier so as not to be late. Although I have not been blessed even now to be an enemy of their family maybe, but I have to try to take their hearts in various ways, one of which is well, not too late, and even ready to wait.
I ordered iced tea while I waited. I hope that the madam will come soon so that this stubborn feeling is finished. Uncomfortable viewers.
Not long after, suddenly someone immediately sat in front of me. A middle-aged doctor who still looks fresh and beautiful. His appearance is very elegant even though he wears a doctor's suit like a doctor in general. I immediately stood up when consciousness slapped me.
"Evening, Doctor." I say hello like a Korean. No use I am a lover of drakor, so a little politeness they can imitate even though it is like excessive in this country of konoha. Because I still rarely see someone saying hello while bowing my head.
"Hmmm. Been long?" The bases are very friendly.
"Not yet, Doctor."
"We're not doctors and patients, there's no need to call me that!"
"???"
A second later my brain went straight to work.
"Good, Auntie."
Silent for a moment
I saw the madam waving a hand calling the waiter and then ordering a hot coffee water one.
"Would you like to eat something?" He asked without looking at me. So I just shut up, who knows he's got an invisible friend, right?
"Hmm?" ask me and immediately I shook my head while saying thank you.
He asked me shay. Yeah, I wasn't wrong, was I? I answered in kira kepedean.
"Are you telling Jansen you're here?" ask him after the waiter leaves with an order of one hot coffee and a plate of fries.
"Not yet, Aunt."
"Good, you're smart too."
Smart for not telling? Well, the thinking of great people is different. This is what I say smart. There was no message to call or report Jansen. Means the choice not to text Jansen earlier is correct. That's why I'm considered smart now.
"How long has it been with Jansen?
"A year more, Aunt."
"It's been a long time" he said, nodding in understanding.
"Jansen there's a story, that he I'm a match with a girl named Mira?"
"She, Aunt. He told me recently."
"What's your response?"
"???"
What's yah? of course I was sad, disappointed, angry and at that time asked to break up with Jansen.
"Don't you feel outrageous?"
Whats? Insolent because of what?
Well, I used to praise my intelligent brain, but now that I know I'm not that smart, this is the second question from Jansen's mom that I can't answer.
"You're a girl, don't you feel guilty for Mira, for dating her future fiance?
Ckckck."
He spoke with a friendly voice but not with what came out of his mouth. Sorry for the good girls. Because of me you guys get affected and are left with poor empathy.
I think his compliment to say I'm smart for not reporting to Jansen is the opposite. And he took the opportunity to intimidate me very subtly.
"Do you have no defense?"
Well, looks like this lady is going to argue with me. Does he want to know how sharp my mouth is? Sorry madam, my mouth is not as sharp as you have.
"Sorry, Auntie, Jansen is still new to the story, from the beginning he never told me that he had a fiancee. Aunty asked me, don't I feel too much? I can't answer it, because I don't know what part?"
Aunt Helena shook her head with a faint smile. From the habits of the rich people I've seen in dramas, this kind of laughter is an understatement.
"Don't you feel guilty for Mira?" the answer is like simplifying the first question.
"Wouldn't he also feel guilty if he still insisted on wanting to be with Jansen when Jansen didn't want to?"
Die... Die... Did I just challenge him?
Oh Dewa.. auto scribbled my name from the list of prospective daughters-in-law.
"What do you mean?" Fuck me, I'm starting to hush.
"Don't Jansen not love Mira? If Mira insists on being with Jansen, doesn't she also lose empathy for Jansen and me?"
"Hmmm... I just met you first. And I can already conclude that Jansen must have been wrong. What did he see from you? You and Mira are completely different. Very far away."
Aunt Helena snorted and compared me to Mira. The ideal son-in-law who rejected his son.
"Well... I have spent my precious time in vain. Your name's Ayu, right?" I'm nodding.
"As Mama Jansen, I ask you to rethink your relationship with Jansen because from any angle, Mira is much more worthy. We don't want people to look at us with a small view if we accept you with Jansen. Sorry, to this day even after I met you, I still can't accept you."
He left without words. "Huff...not only is your time wasted madam, my time is too" I murmured.
Not long after that day, there was a new message from the same number 'Mama Jansen' asking to meet again.
When I arrived at the designated location, not only was Jansen's mother present, there was also a middle-aged man and it was Jansen's Papa because I could see a resemblance to Jansen.
We discussed the same thing about my relationship with Jansen which should be more compatible with Mira.
And with my stubbornness, I tried to be friendly and maintain my love for Jansen.
"Your father has a pretty big grocery store, your brother too, yeah."
"Yes, Om."
"Have your parents met Jansen?"
"Have you, Om."
"Didn't he tell your parents about his work?"
"Here, Om."
What the hell is this gonna say? Get to the point why? As for the muters from earlier, my mind.
"What did your parents respond to?"
"It's normal, Om. Thank you because those who like this daughter have a good job and are well established. Shouldn't parents feel that way?"
"Surely your parents are very happy" said Jansen's mother.
"Isn't that natural, Auntie?"
"..."
"???"
"Who's the old man who's unhappy when his daughter is picked up by an established man? If you are a match, at least parents are not anxious, their children do not eat well. Same with Om and Aunt. You would also be very happy if Jansen liked Mira and married her. Besides being beautiful, she has a great career. Their lives would be perfect together. But unfortunately, Jansen doesn't like Om, Auntie."
"Well, Pa, what did Mama say, she's good at talking. Her mouth is sharp."
I'm "???"
"Ehem," Papa Jansen cleared his throat before continuing his sentence, "I don't want to mince words, my wife also met you yesterday. Equally, I also do not approve of your and Jansen's relationship. We hope you know yourself and stay away from Jansen. You're not our choice."
Kan, that's dong, get to the point. The time from now was going around to my parents and his work.
"Sorry, Om, Aunt. You better tell that to Jansen, too. I know I'm not Om and Aunt's choice, but I'm Jansen's choice."
---------- Flashback off------
Tring, the noise on the phone.
Lovely Mom:
'Don't forget to eat, Mother's the same Father
departing.'
The vibrating phone and the incoming message I just read brought me back to the real world.
Maybe because I was immersed in the memories of yesterday, I didn't hear my mother call me. Forgive Yuyu, Mom.
*****
The afternoon came so fast, I didn't even realize I hadn't had lunch.
I looked towards the kitchen I had just finished and now I have to prepare dinner for my parents later.
Lovely Mom:
'No need to cook, I'm the same Mom wants to go to your brother's place, go home a little night.'
'Don't be shy at Jansen's place later, keep your attitude!'
Me:
'Yes, Mom.'
Relax, Mom. It's free your son's been studying hard all this time.
I'm getting ready, taking a shower and getting a little dressed up. I'm an expert at this now. I'm smart klintong-klintong. Draw eyebrows too. Anyway, I'm cool now. Hahahah
Not long after, bunyu knocked at the door. I'm sure it's Jansen.
I walked to the door and opened it. I smiled wryly when it came not Jansen. But Pian's a shucks.
"Cie cie cie, who wants to meet camer, and and plenary we," he sneered as he prepared to scramble my neat hair.
"Pake red lipstick dong, let sangar a little!" continued. What misleading advice.
"Back sono, I'm leaving!"
"Gue's coming home when you're gone, I can mandate your friend before I leave. Can't be alone in Jansen's house." Pian whispered as he said the last sentence.
I thawed and left Pian lying on the sofa as he would at home.
I turned towards the wall clock, It's five in the afternoon.
I soon heard a knock at the door. I'll leave it alone because there's a Pian who's gonna open it. But it doesn't seem to be open, the proof is that there's a second knock. I walked quickly and opened the door. There is a Jansen with a casual style and maximum fun as usual. I smiled shyly mixed with longing. I approached and slammed into his arms. "Kangen," I whispered.
"Me too" he said returning my embrace. I felt a kiss a few times in my head.
Sapulan is more unaccounted for, who does not miss. Moreover, there is no video call.
"Ehem," Deheman Pian made us take off our arms.
"About dong if you want to be friendly, there is singles here," he said and lay down again.
A singles? who yesterday intentionally amplified the sound of a kiss on the phone for me to hear?
"Go home, I'm leaving!" drive me to Pian.
"Behold, Beb. I'll get the bag first." I stepped up after being nodded by Jansen.
In the room, I exhaled strongly, it's time to go out. I grabbed the little sling bag that Jansen had bought. Must be expensive. I looked at myself once more in the mirror and smiled encouragingly at myself.
When I came out, I saw that Pian was sitting with Jansen on the porch.
*****
"I'm deg-degan" I told Jansen when we were in the car and it was already half the way.
And, this is the umpteenth time I've complained about it.
"Rilex only, Yang. Take a breath and throw it away." he said and I did it many times.
"You're beautiful" said Jansen and I smiled and I thought I'd met. Because I can feel a little heat in my cheeks. Oh, my God, but this isn't the first time she's praised that I'm beautiful, but I still react so tacky.
Long journey felt, although Jansen invited me to tell a lot of things to drive out boredom and also to make me relax. But, I still feel uneasy and a little scared.
My mind floated at the moment I met Jansen's parents back then. After all they must not have forgotten the way I challenged them, right? Will they do the same to me in front of Jansen later? Will they trick me into speaking impolite words later?
My hand that was suddenly held in my hand brought me back to the real world.
I looked over and found Jansen smiling warmly at me.
"We're here, let's go down!"