
A letter was already in hand, Jesslyn spread out wide and began to read it.
My daughter Jesslyn Andara.
Hey boy, how are you? I hope it's okay. Do not be angry with Papah if you have read this letter.
You've been living well with your brother Joe, even though he can't keep you company forever, but you can make it through the hard day. You're tougher than the papah who lost your mom.
Son, see you surrounded by good people, even you with your mother-in-law quite close like mother and daughter. Don't we?
Papah does not want you to be in a concern between pity and papah just as you want to stay close to your husband's parents. You will be happier to have a mother's love from her.
Is it impossible to marry again at this age for the sake of having a mother? it could be, but papah lazy ah make a sister again for you. Hehe.
Jesslyn smiled reading this paragraph as she muttered inwardly that she should be the one giving the grandchild, not the papa that will give the younger sister.
The woman continued reading.
Son, papah is actually not the excuse to stay at your uncle's house, but papah back to xx country. Don't worry papah here, because papah has got used to himself when escaping from problems.
Ttd
From who loves you so much, Dodo KW.
Jesslyn glazed back her letter neatly while emitting an empty look of her eyes. Cheerful Jesslyn turned grim durja.
I was born only to be left behind.
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The day began to change, after the departure of Mr. Dirga abroad, Jesslyn had no choice but to return to her home first with her husband.
Jesslyn was cheerful as usual, because the choice deliberately directed by Mr. Dirga himself was not a bad choice. Back in a simple environment with the love of a mother who was bestowed by Bu Unah to Jesslyn.
Today, this day,
In the Dodo residence that was abandoned, there was Pak Nata and Bu Unah cleaning up to welcome the return of the child and daughter-in-law.
Ms. Unah mopped the floor while whistling ria "Sekian lama.i waited.for your arrival.tew..tew.." Mop handle changed function to mic.
While Mr. Nata was busy sweeping the yard with a broomstick cleaning dry leaf litter scattered, then collect it to the mountains and then burn it.
In between each other's activities, they mocked each other's activities. Then joking laugh haha hihi and talk about the matter of grandchildren.
"Sir, Alhamdulillah yes one problem after another there is a way out. Erma was aware of his mistake, Chandra could also be honored to be peaceful as the storm that was facing. Now Dodo and Jesslyn want to come back here again close to us."
"Simingki.milins.simingki..milins." Shouted the fruit man with a modified grobak. He stopped and called prospective customers and peddled his booty.
"The candlekeeper Mak." Said Mr. Nata pretentious. He dropped his broomstick and stood up and watched from a distance the fruit man.
"What's? a waxworker? simingki milin sir." Resolute Bu Unah because he already knows the language that the little boy taught the other day.
"What the hell is that?"
"Melon melon."
Mr. Nata shook his head with the language of the fruit maker, he also followed Bu Unah who wanted to choose fruit to welcome Dodo and Jesslyn later.
When busy choosing with the neighbors who participate in the shelter as well, there are luxury cars passing through the yard. The horn sounded and the windshield came down. The driver greeted the friendly people he passed by.
"Well, his guests have come. Just picked the same mangosteen as an orange." Ms. Unah carried the fruit in her hand. Put it on the front desk of the Dodo house.
"Assynogaic"
"Wa'alaikumsalam salam."
Bu Unah and Jesslyn's umpteenth reunion, though not for the first time, they prance more joyfully than usual.
The neighbors who saw immediately took his perception that Jesslyn was Bu Unah's favorite daughter-in-law, because before, Erma had never done this with her in-laws.
It's not about Bu Unah being favoritism towards the daughter-in-law, with A like this, with b being so. Bu Unah's nature is not so, it's just that if Erma he slightly maintain a careful attitude, because Erma is often angry in silence.
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Don't forget to be happy