My husband is my father's boss
Episode 58 Meeting
The girl named Alisya, every afternoon she always plays on this beach. Enjoy the twilight while watching the sun sink. There was a whim of every sight of the world's lanterns setting, there was a tickling longing that stifled the chest. He doesn't understand why he's here? why didn't his father and mother raise him?
Alisya sighed, trying to get the question out of her mind, the question only added to the jeri. Isn't he also happy with Pakde and Bude in this village? Although he was only a nephew, but they never distinguish him from Revelation. Even Revelation loved him very much. The man cares more than Rendy's own brother.
After the orange ball sank, Alisya walked off the beach. Not far away he walked, his eyes were fixed on two figures of black-glassed bouleons, pants and wearing white shirts, it seemed like they would cross paths. Alisya's eyes glanced, he was amazed at one of the Caucasians, in his heart he prayed that he would be a match with a handsome boule like him.
Out of nowhere came the desire, suddenly he wanted to marry a rich bule and make his parents proud.
"Navigal ...." The voice of Mas Wahyu sounded from one of the prahu neatly lined up on the beach. He looked up, then half ran over.
"The Revelation wants to go to sea?" Ask a little scream.
"Yes, why are you still on the beach? Come on, Mas, take you home!" The revelation approached.
"No need, Mas, I can go home alone, Mas Wahyu just go to sea."
"But you promise, go straight home!"
"Ready, Commander," said Alisya saluted. Revelation pulled her nose. He always was, most like to pull Alisya's nose. Revelation walked back, preparing to go to sea, hastening Alisya to step home.
His steps stopped when he saw a black car parked in front of Pakde's house. 'Isn't that Dad's car? what the hell is he doing here? Did you come to visit me?' Ask Alisya in the heart. .
Alisya quickened her pace, There was a happy one that slipped in the heart, "Assalammualaikum," she said entering the house, immediately she greeted Dad and kissed his hand.
"Greetings waalaikum, Alisya, where are you from this night?" Ask me to open the conversation.
"From the beach, yeah," Ica replied greeting her father."Ica go in first, Dad, take a shower" he continued as he passed.
"Icaaa, come here first, Nduk, your father, right, just arrived, have a chat first!"
"But Ica wants to take a shower first, Pakde, Ica's body stinks." He did not pay attention to the request of the pakde, rush him into the room and close the door. His eyes were teary, his throat was dry and sore. Her favorite twitty doll. A drop of water fell from those clear eyelids, his chest felt heavy like it was being squeezed by a huge rock.
Don't ask why he's crying, because he doesn't know the answer. Every time he met his father and mother, his chest felt tight, like there was a storm rumbling and wanted to come out to hit his chest.
After the shower, rush him back to the living room, but quiet, no one there.
Alisya set foot out of the house, finding out the whereabouts of father and pakde, but nil, even the black car was no longer there. He sat on the terrace floor, his eyes deep through the black sky. It seems like he realized, father is not here for him but there is other business. Alisya felt that she had no meaning in her father's life. He remembered the words of his friends, maybe he was an unexpected child.
"Ca, how come you're out on your own? Where's pakdemu?" Bude's voice surprised him.
"Eh, Bude, are you home? Dad came."
"Well, where are you going?"
"I don't know bude, when Ica's done taking a bath, dad and pakde are gone." Alisya's voice sounded raucous, her throat felt dry again, her eyes warmed. Bude approached and hugged her tightly. The circle is now spilling profusely wet the shoulders of the bude. The middle-aged woman, could only comfort Alisya, as if she could feel the bitterness of her nephew.
He stared at the wall of the room, proud to be able to bring home the thing. Although when the headmaster draped his neck, father and mother did not come to watch. But it does not reduce his pride and gratitude because he can achieve achievements in school. He wanted to bring it to Jakarta. He picked it up and put it in a suitcase. He also brought his beloved blue album which holds a childhood memory with this family, the family who had raised him affectionately. To be honest, if allowed, he would rather go to a hostel near his camp than stay with his father and his mother. There is a sense of reluctance to stay with them.
"Ca, are you asleep?" bude's voice called out from outside the room, resuscitating him from the daydream.
"Not yet, Bude," he said as he exited the room.
"Called sir, maybe there's something to talk about."
"njih, Bude." Alisya rushed to follow Bude and sat down next to him.
Revelation was also present in the room, he looked gloomy, occasionally he stared at Alisya. Pakde mangosteen, typical body movements if you want to talk.
"Ca, Before you return to Jakarta, Pakde would like to order. If in Jakarta you do not feel at home and want to return to this house, do not hesitate, come. The door of the house is always open to you. But I hope you feel at home there. However, it was your parents' house, that's where you should have stayed. Be patient and forgive them if you feel ignored. Think about your future, your college must be finished so that you can be independent. What you must realize, there are no parents who do not love their children. The two most important things, if you need something, do not hesitate to tell pakde and bude. God willing, we will try to help. And never leave the prayer."
Pakde's words were so cold in Alisya's heart.The originally restless heart now became calm. The touch of bude's hand rubbed against her, making Alisya's eyes water. The rough hand caressed the hair and held it in warmth. Revelation came out, he could not see the sobs of Alisya. For him, Alisya was more than a sister. While Pakde looks tough. He is a very handsome figure. The middle-aged man who was devoutly religious, his soul shady, and affectionate.
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