My Husband is Not Rich

My Husband is Not Rich
Where's papah?


"Darling, how should I?" Jesslyn breaks silence in the speeding car after returning to visit Erma.


Not without reason Jesslyn asked for Dodo's opinion, all this time she lived with resentment and hatred. So, this time it felt like he needed a backrest to ask.


"In my opinion, just follow Non's heart. I am sure if the hatred and resentment begin to fade slowly, in the depths of the heart Non who is most deeply forgiving."


Jesslyn was pensive again, in her heart Jesslyn clucked in awe at the Dodo family. Chandra who is so hurt can still accept Erma to be a friend. Incredibly, in their case, Chandra's return to Erma was either foolish or in fact loving.


"If I've forgiven you, tell me how to start?"


"With Non not upset and no intention to retaliate if confronted with him, Non at that time had already begun to forgive him." Dodo replied glancing at the wife's expression slightly.


Not felt, the talk of forgiveness in the car is quite time-consuming, until the car pulled over in front of the house.


Plastered Mr. Dirga's car in the garage, Jesslyn immediately checked the state of the papa as well as meeting kangen because Mr. Dirga had several days to stay at the uncle's house.


"Well, are you okay?" Jesslyn's voice echoed, there was no word from Mr. Dirga. Ah maybe papah is asleep, he murmured.


"Bi, what time is it coming home? now go to sleep, huh?"


"Master didn't come home Non, only his car came back. Uncle Non's here to return the car."


Jesslyn was surprised, what was the papa until it did not come back. He searched for Dodo's whereabouts, as the man was apparently not behind following.


When Jesslyn was about to leave the house again to confirm the existence of the Dodo, they passed in front of the door with the Dodo that was opposite the uncle.


"Darling.. uncle.." Jesslyn.


"You love uncle?" his uncle said mockingly. "Not uncle, I meant to call my husband, uh there was an uncle next to him. Yeah, let's be fair I got both of them hehe."


"Which papah's uncle?" Jesslyn remembers again if her father left a trail of riddles. So he had to make sure of it to uncle.


"Non" Dodo called as his eyes glanced at the code towards his uncle.


Oh yes


Jesslyn grabbed her uncle's hand and kissed and cheered, as gently as Jesslyn became a very sweet niece.


"Haha"


"Why is my uncle laughing? is something funny?" ask Jesslyn.


"It's okay, just to laugh."


"Non, uncle here wants to talk something, should we go to the back garden let me prepare everything."


It's the perfect time to turn myself into a standby wife.


His uncle stuttered, "i. ya. right it."


Dodo could turn Jesslyn into this. Inner Uncle.


It's in the back garden.


Jesslyn brought a variety of snacks and fruit, not to forget also with fresh drinks that tempt thirsty throat.


Flashbacks


"Bi, prepare a variety of cakes and the type of fruit in the refrigerator. Drink it also fresh if it can look contemporary."


"None"


After giving a description of the order to the servant aunt, she was only busy paying attention, occasionally criticizing if there was anything that did not suit her taste.


It's easy, just an order. My Dodo only had a housekeeper but never asked, hehehe.


Flashback is over


"The meal is ready, please eat and enjoy. It's my own making." Jesslyn is acting, playing acquires the work of others.


"Do you believe?" Uncle gave Dodo a task to assess what Jesslyn had said just now.


Dodo smiled, shaking his head slowly. "I believe all this was delivered by my wife from the kitchen." But the problem is not that the question Bambang.


"But you believe Jesslyn made it?" Dodo nodded again. "Truthfully you do, indeed a real man should always be honest huh?" His uncle gave a thin laugh.


"Already, it's closed." Jesslyn made a mock sound knocking a hammer like a judge, made from her fist clashing against the table.


"So how's Uncle? Papah where? it's okay, right?"


"Your father is fine. Safely under control not one less. It's just.." The uncle took out a letter from the bag and handed it to the nephew.


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Seriate...