My Husband is Not Rich

My Husband is Not Rich
Lunch with Bram


Conditions are starting to be conducive. Jesslyn and Dodo are a married couple who began this day undergoing a profession in the title.


They are separated by distance for a while, after which, night will be reunited. They take care of each other with their own versions.


"Bram, you still owe me an explanation!" Hardik Jesslyn in between her busy life, she meets Bram in the office parking lot.


Not do not want to be professional so in the office is still talking about personal problems. But time shows, working hours have not yet begun.


"Later at lunchtime I'll explain everything."


"All right"


Bram follows Jesslyn as usual. The taste is still there, whether when the disappearance of Bram did not know. What is certain at this time, Bram has realized that it is not enlarged.


Bram's heart gradually has been doctrinated by Dara with his innuendo, telling Bram that he is a man who does not know himself. Forcing love by taking down others.


Moreover, the patience of Dodo has made him unable to fight. The harshness can be softened by the attitude of Dodo who always succumbed with anger, and also did not retaliate when insulted.


"Good morning, ma'am." The greeting of employees.


"Good morning to you all, happy work."


Tap..tap.


Step shoes towards the elevator along with the disbandment of the employees. Bram still faithfully followed with a facial expression that was difficult to understand.


The elevator door closed, Jesslyn started a work-related chat.


"How is the progress of Mr Niko's development project?" Jesslyn asked without looking, Jesslyn's gaze still focused straight ahead.


"Development has reached 80%, there is a little obstacle because on the roof it is difficult to get the material from the state xxx."


"Then?"


"Everything's been going well, our team has managed to get it with help.."


"Who's help and reference?"


"Sir Dodo."


Jesslyn smiled, Ting.tong.the elevator door was already open they continued the chatter while walking towards the room.


"Okay Dodo, he wants to help you. hmm you don't want to know him first anyway fit at the beginning, just hate him play."


"He's a super nice guy and Bram can count on. He's always there when I need help and trouble."


"And most importantly, the Dodo never complained." Connect again.


Miss, maybe the evidence gathered to bring Erma out comes by itself, yes it seems. Patience Bram, patience. Dodo is a role model now. You should be able to legowo and do not reveal what you have sacrificed. Remember not to complain!


Bram was just silent from earlier listening to Jesslyn's chattering that was not necessarily the direction. Silence in the mouths of many in the heart. Until in the end, Jesslyn was silent even though the sentence was not finished he said. He realized something that his words had crossed the line.


"Bram"


"Yes Ma'am "


"sorry"


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Lunch time has arrived.


Jesslyn and Bram had a private lunch. Jesslyn's food menu this time is not Dodo cuisine, which if there is no Jesslyn decided to be willing to starve.


Even though Dodo is willing to make lunch for Jesslyn, Jesslyn still does not want to bother. His adult mind has worked, why not just him who prepared it all. She is a woman, she is a wife.


Jesslyn understood, no matter how comfortable we are, however we like it, we still cannot force the will. Having to be aware that they also have feelings that must be understood, we must not rely on that comfort point.


Dodo already has the busyness to support it so that all its needs are met. Because Dodo's desire is to release Jesslyn from all burdens on the shoulders. Indeed, Dodo feels he is the one who must be responsible for meeting the needs of the family.


The food has come, the menu is Jesslyn's own luxury choice, even the one that reserves the place is Jesslyn. Once she was in service, Jesslyn began to learn how to be independent.


"Please eat Bram, don't bother."


Bram could hardly believe what was in front of his eyes if he did not witness firsthand.


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