My husband, I Love You
Mysterious Briefs

I was determined to be more established and able to bring my son into a bright future, even though I was a young widow, but all did not dampen the spirit to start from the beginning again.

Order by order is on my list of workspaces, for several months a very short time but able to bring the business that I wrestle increasingly known to government agencies and households to order uniforms, as well as clothes with the model they want.

My daughter was gradually also able to adapt, slowly but real with the help of my mother who always accompanied all her activities, not infrequently my father also followed and escorted to the place of teaching or swimming lessons that Shasy liked as his hobby.

As of this afternoon Modeste workers are concentrating on running uniform orders, and some teenagers who are studying sewing are on the side of a separate room, in order to also be more concentrated to learn to measure and make the mode that they will pursue.

While I myself was holding an order for a wedding celebration, my neighbor who had entrusted everything to me.

"Today's Latitude Bread dhe cook favorite until mbak, vegetable jackfruit with fried Salem fish, there was a courier expedition sent parcels for mbak," Tutik is Mak Sri's daughter who always helps her mother, part of the day when there are no activities at her school, the mother's business which also opened a small small cafeteria for my employees' dining place, also as a gathering place for village hall employees and my house happened to be close to a private campus in my city, so everyone needed help, because I could not help him in his canteen.

"Bright.... So hungry dong he he he, okay! Short again yes, because this is still awkward," I replied while putting the scissors in place and preparing for lunch.

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"Tutik asks for help later to pick up Shasy ya, because Bu dhe seems to have an order of rice boxes for the village hall next door," my message to Tutik while returning his smile which is typical ayu belonging to the young girl.

The day after the return of Ratih, make the house back to be as silent, in addition to the sound of a sewing machine next to the house and the screams of Shasy who played with Tutik.

"Every mother, with pleasure, mbak Lintang do not have to worry, as long as there are Tutik all guaranteed to be in order, he he he," kerling his eyes are very sweet.

I received an online package from a mysterious sender for me, because only this time I received a shipment, once there was a divorce letter sent from the court was only one invitation to attend.

Slowly I turned over a sizable package, and no more than 3kg like it.

It has a name 'Satya' and from the same city as mine.

A male friend as I remember there was no one named Satya, so hesitated to open it, but I wondered what the contents really were.

The curious urge finally made my hand slowly open the contents in the parcel.

A pretty bright pink dress, with Shasy's favorite rabbit doll that was thrown away as my in-laws for the smell.

A beautiful watch and a perfume with a charming bottle shape, I opened and I inhaled slowly hemm.... The aroma is very tempting for women of course.

I sat back and wondered who the mysterious sender really was.

Printing ...clinting....

My phone rang loudly with WhatsApp notifications, as usual I immediately opened it, my guess was never far from WhatsApp notifications for me was the notifications from customers or from Anik.

But....

"Good day Miss Latang Prameswari, how are you! Hopefully a little parcel from me can make Shasy happy." The writing ends with a smiley emot and a very funny sticker.

I repeat, I re-read again I saw a new number that I had never known before, he even knew the extension of my name, and my daughter's nickname.

I slowly recovered the parcels I had opened, the beautiful dress fit perfectly for my daughter, and this sweet smell was my favorite when I was pregnant, and only Iwan bought it for me, long before the affair and when we were at the height of happiness in wading through the household we had just built with him.

But.... When I think back to the events or even the events we just experienced in court the other day, it was impossible for me to send this parcel to me.

If for Shasy it is his duty as his father, but for me this is obviously impossible.

"Thank you the briefing is great, but if you don't mind if you know, who are you?" I replied to her WhatsApp words, with a smiley emot and a baffled little girl sticker.

"Mbak.. in Budhe wait for the same pakdhe." Tutik's screams disperse my confusion.

"Yes, right away" I replied as I tidied up the parcel and I rushed towards where my father and mother were obviously waiting for me to have lunch together.

"Cross, what's wrong? How come there's such a ghostly power that gives greetings to you during the day, who was the parcel box from?" Ask my mother who always wanted to know all my activities that led to this work that was going well.

"Is there a mistake, Latitude?"

I diverted mother's questions by taking a plate and pouring rice and vegetables for father and mother and then last for myself.

"Oh anu Bu," I interrupted my eyes to look at my father who remained in a relaxed position while grabbing a vegetable spoon.

"Eat it first! We told him after that!" Dad's answer helped me a little trouble with my mother's questions.

"Lintang, father does not forbid with anyone you make friends, or get in touch with him, as long as it does not make wounds and become gossip from people who may not like our behavior," father's words immediately warmed me up, between sin and guilt a few years ago when I was with mas Iwan.

That memory again made me bow down in shame for the actions I had done in my past.

"Cross, whatever it is just don't make you sick and hurt again, you now have Shasy, and you also have to be clever to keep his taste and heart, he said, moreover, he is in a period of growth that requires all our attention, if you already have a better friend for the lives of both of you, you should introduce to us first," mother's smile ended her words and held my hand warmly.

"Loh..this! how come it looks like my mom and dad are keeping something from me, who does he mean? I never even thought of a companion or special friend," My inner self who fights and laughs amusedly mixed in shame.

"Mom, I still haven't thought that way Mom! Shasy is the top priority at the moment, let time rule father!" I said to be begging for it and defending myself of course.

"Have eaten first!"

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The roar of the father's motor matic, stopped, and parked under the mango tree in front of the house, "Mamaa..." Shasy's voice screamed while crying sobbing, making us who were relaxed after lunch to be surprised and walk up to him.

To be continued 😉

Patience to pack e🤭 wounds have not healed, father and mother have any plans what the hell 😅

Continue to yuk!

Greetings Dear Always by RR 😘