My Husband is Not Rich
Invitation

The meal with the friends was over, and the meal with Jesslyn was over. In order to lower the food that has just entered the esophagus and will greet the stomach, Dodo and Jesslyn still attach themselves to the dining table chair.

Simultaneously, Dodo reached into a black crackle bag that was lying on the edge of the table. "Non" the man called out with a hand that shifted the test object in front of Jesslyn.

He picked it up and stared at the object the husband had given him. "I'm afraid to disappoint you." Instead of showing pleasure, Jesslyn was even afraid if the results were not as expected.

"I think to detect it early, if it is true that we have been entrusted with trust, we can guard it carefully. If you are not afraid, it is okay. Let me keep it until later Non want to do it." The warm hand rubbed the top of the head, draining the sting of abundant affection.

Dodo grabbed the object back from Jesslyn's hand, as fast as lightning his wife clasped firmly, unwilling to take what had been hers. "Squeezers" said Jesslyn, a vocabulary she had acquired from the Dodo family after living some time later.

"You know what a snail ulcer is? stop taking what you give, baby. I'll use it tomorrow morning."

The dodo chuckled small, with the fringe hair tending to the right adding a handsome impression in Jesslyn's eyes. The woman immediately went to divert her nervous heart.

"Dear"

There is something that is not yet conveyed to Dodo has frozen Jesslyn's steps are almost perfect to close the door, her body turned, netraya catch the activities of her husband who was sipping water while the other hand plays the phone.

Aware of being called and stared at by his wife's beautiful eyes, Dodo woke up from his seat and quickly approached.

"What's the Non?"

"What are you doing?" the question that was not in the mind escaped Jesslyn's mouth, instead of saying the thing that was to be said earlier, but instead put jealousy on the flat-shaped smart thing.

"With the job check in Manggala, I am WFH Non."

"Oh"

"So, what am I talking about?"

"I have a work visit out of town, if you will, I will take Anggi with me. Not tomorrow, it's just a few days."

"honey" Jesslyn made sure again the condition of Dodo, the man even daydreamed like something was being thought of. "So how? you agree?".

"Boleh Non, yes later Anggi take care of aa's wife who is very dear to me."

"Thank you dear."

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In the morning with a different place than yesterday.

Back to the daily routine that is sometimes so boring. "Good morning ma'am" said Bram seeing Jesslyn had entered the room as usual. "Bram's on the other side."

"Mom, this is an invitation to Miss Jesslyn and Mr. Dodo, I hope you can take the time to come to my wedding next Sunday."

A small smile appeared on Jesslyn's lips, the woman was happy at the end that the assistant who always wished her could rise up and not continue to mourn her miserable life. Wishing someone who doesn't love you is a futile right.

"Bram, you can finally be happy too. I'm so glad to hear that. I will definitely come after returning from Bandung."

"Thank you very much Ma'am, Misslyn and Mr. Dodo's time is precious."

Jesslyn opened Bram's invitation card in between her hands busy signing documents. Her smile was bright, just like today's weather that had eroded the dark sky yesterday.

"Bram" Jesslyn stood up and walked over to Bram, saying something important, "Can you sell my house?".

Manik Bram stared fixedly at the woman before him, a gaze with a myriad of questions implied.

"Seriously want to sell the house?" bram's forehead is thinly wrinkled, trying to force his brain to work hard to untangle the tangled threads that roll over his head.

While people her age are busy collecting wealth coffers to thicken future savings, Jesslyn wants to sell valuable assets that have housed her since childhood.

"Bram, you don't think more about this, I want to sell it because no one wants to occupy it, so I'd better sell it."

"But ma'am, doesn't that house have a lot of memories?"

"What memories? I don't even remember what my mother's face was like. Maybe you mean the memory of me at the stay mom left, or the memory of papah left because of grief, oh or maybe the memory of brother Joe killed by my husband's own brother-in-law?"

Guilt rushes through Bram's vibrating heart. "That's not what I mean, ma'am, I'm sorry I interfered a lot." he bowed his head.

"Bram, can you.."

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