My husband is mentally ill
*Episode 12

"Ah, it's up to you. You and your great master are the same. That's it, take him to his room. Teach him everything he needs to teach. Don't let me down."

"Good, madam. Excuse me" said Mr. Dimas.

"Come, Miss Jesi! I'm taking the lady to the room."

"Well, Mr. Dimas."

"Excuse me. Madam." Jesika spoke nervously before moving out of place.

The speech immediately made Mr. Dimas and the woman immediately looked at Jesi simultaneously. With a sharp look, the woman looked at Jesi.

"What did you call me just now? Mrs?"

"Y - yeah." Jesi is getting nervous now. To the extent that, he was almost difficult to give an answer.

"Huh .. I'm actually glad you called it that. But don't call me that next. Especially when my husband is. Never call me madam. Because I will definitely be rebuked by my husband. I don't like that. Youunderstand?"

"Ma-- sorry. Ii'm sorry. I ... don't know what to call. Because ... Mr. Dimas called with a mistress' call. Then I'll go with him."

"Basar inexperienced girl. He's my officer. She should have called me madam. You .. You are now the wife of my son. If you call me madam, then my husband will be angry."

"Yes .. although I don't consider you my son-in-law. But inevitably, I must be willing for you to call with the call of mama. Understood?"

"Yes. I understand," said Jesi smoothly without any hindrance.

Then, the woman waved her hand. Code for Mr. Dimas to take Jesi away.

"Come on Miss Jesi! Follow me now. We need to get to the lady's room so I can teach her what she needs to do while looking after the young master."

"Well, Mr. Dimas."

"I'm sorry, madam." Mr. Dimas said before stepping.

"Hm." The woman spoke briefly without looking at Dimas and Jesika.

"Excuse me, mama."

The woman immediately raised her face. It was an uncomfortable look, but he didn't say it. The woman did not answer what Jesi said. He only saw Jesi for a moment.

.....

They arrived in a fairly large room. Mr. Dimas immediately opened the door of the room and let Jesika in.

"This ... is my room, Mr Dimas?" Jesi asked while busy looking around the room which could probably be said to be twice as big as the room she had in her house.

"Yes. This is a room, miss. And next to him, it's young master Jonathan's room. But, actually, the lady doesn't need this room either. Because miss will spend more time in the young master's room to take care of and take good care of the young master."

Jesi instantly fell silent because of that remark. He turned to look at Mr. Dimas who was behind him.

"Then, what is this room for, Mr Dimas? Why am I even given this room if I don't need it? Why don't I just stay in Jona's room?"

"It can't be like that, Miss. The young master is often unstable and often relapses his disease. So, miss needs this room to take a break if something unwanted happens. After all, it takes time for young master to accept miss, right?"

"Yes. I understand that, Mr. Dimas."

"Oh yes. I have one question for Mr. Dimas. Does Mr. Dimas not mind if I ask?"

"You ask me what? Just ask, lady. I will answer if I can answer."

Mr. Dimas spoke with a calm face. It made Jesi even more sure to ask.

"So, I heard Mr. Dimas talking to my mother about me being chosen by the big master. Uh, I mean, the papa .. No, papa I mean."

"I mean miss?" Mr. Dimas immediately showed a confused face now.

Jesi who understood that, immediately patted his eel slowly. He also did not forget to give a big smile on his flagship horse when he felt guilty to his interlocutor.

"sorry. I wanted to ask, he said, I have been directly chosen by papa. That, what do you mean, Mr Dimas? Is, I can be here because of papa's wishes? Or ... Is there anything else? Can Mr. Dimas explain to me all that?"

Mr. Dimas looked at Jesi for a moment. Then, he spoke calmly.

"Yes. Miss can get to this house, it's because of the choice of the great lord. Before the proposal was aired, the great master had already investigated everything in detail. Who deserves to be the wife of his child. It's been well considered by the great master, Miss Jesika."

"really?" Jesika immediately spoke in a rather high tone. He really did not believe in that answer.