My Son Is My Strength
The Ordinary Walking Day

The days went on as usual, early in the morning Arini woke up from her sleep. Prepare breakfast for others. Bathing to get ready for the office, helping Azzam to get ready for school, then having breakfast with his family.

After breakfast, he looked back at his needs, who knew there was something left behind.

When he saw all the needs he would bring were complete, Arini and Azzam also say goodbye to the mother of Syahra and Arumi who always let go of their departure in the living room. Arini kissed Syahra's mother's hand, Azzam kissed her grandmother's hand alternately by kissing Aunty Arumi's hand which is not far from the grandmother's existence. After that they both said their greetings, out of the frame the door was to his car was.

As said earlier, Arini's days went on as usual. He drove his car to join another car that passed by on the big road there, carrying it at normal speed.

The car stopped right at an already wide-open iron gate, its first destination. That is, Azzam school. Arini returned to drive his car, splitting the road that began to be crowded with vehicles that were busy going back and forth.

But, before that. He dropped off his little prince, drove him to the school gate. He did routine activities before parting ways, with Azzam kissing his face.

Arini advised her little prince, then waved her hand. Signs, they will actually part ways and meet back at home later.

Arini stood up from her seat when she finished chatting with the child, she had not yet left. Because I had to make sure Azzam had entered his class.

The Azzam class is not so far from where Arini stands, the distance between Arini and the class is only separated by a field with green grass cut neatly parallel. From here, where Arini stood, he could clearly see his little prince entering his classroom.

When he saw Azzam had entered his class, Arini felt calmer. Now he could leave, continue on his way to the office.

*****

Busy morning in the office, seven o'clock right the employees who work in the company Azzam Alvaro Group, have started their activities. Yes, it is the working hours set by Arini.

The fastest working hours of any other company, and its employees agree to the rules set by the employer.

Employees, interested people, whether they have made an appointment first, or have not made an appointment. Everything went back and forth, filled the Arini corporate lobby.

Arini arrived at his company at seventy-thirty, thirty minutes from the time the employees arrived. He stopped his car and was immediately taken over by the security guard to be parked in the parking lot that was available.

He stepped up, entered the lobby and was immediately greeted by bowing respect from the employees who accidentally passed him. Arini returned the greeting with a faint smile, nodding her head briefly.

"Morning, Mum." Sapa Hana stood up from her work chair, bowing respectfully, seeing her superior approaching wanting to enter her room.

"Again, Han." Arini said hello. "How are you? Is everything okay?" Arini continued, asking about Hana and her work. Keep walking, approaching the door of his study.

"I'm good, Mom. And may mother be well too. Work problems everything's fine too." Hana answered all these questions from her superior. Seeing Arini keep walking, getting closer to the room and where she stood.

"Yes, I'm good too. What is my agenda today?" Arini held the doorknob, opened it, then entered the room followed by Hana who read out her agenda today.

"Your activities today are pretty solid, ma'am." Hana said, finished reading Arini's job list today.

"Hhmm. Yeah, well, remind me thirty minutes before that meeting." Arini began to open her laptop, moving her finger nimbly there.

After he sat comfortably in his chair.

"Good, Mom." Hana nodded, assuring. "Is there anything you need?" He asked, before he walked out of his superior's room.

"Together, Mom. If you need anything later, you can call me right away." Hana nodded, retreating out of Arini's study.

"Yes." Yeah." Arini replied briefly, nodding.

*****

At the main Mansion, Mr. Dean and his wife were enjoying the bright morning atmosphere. In the garden behind the Mansion that has been designed in such a way. The green grass stretches beautifully with parallel and neat pieces, coupled with the sunlight shining on the grass, making dew twinkling around it. Beautiful and expensive flowers also decorate the back garden. It is beautiful and not bored to look at the eyes.

Mr. Dean and his wife Mira sat in a chair with a mini-size table for them to store coffee, tea and more.

Mr. Dean sipped his coffee, enjoying the beauty of this morning. Then pick up the newspaper on the table and start reading it. Mama Mira, she was chattering a lot of things next to her husband. Thought, all his words since then heard by the husband with wisdom.

"Mom...." Call Mama Mira, realizing all her words since then did not get a response from her husband.

"Broth.... I heard nothing, what Mama said earlier." Mama Mira's words began to be emotional, staring at her husband's annoyance. How not, she was ignored by her husband. Let him speak for himself.

His mouth was almost frothy conveying brilliant ideas in his mind, but the husband never responded and continued to read the newspaper in his hand.

"Mom...." Call Mama Mira again, move Mr. Dean's shoulder.

"Mmmmm...." Dehem Mr. Dean, in response to his wife. Which even made Mama Mira more emotional, she took away the newspaper that was still read by her husband. Then hide it behind his back.

"Well, papa's newspaper." Said Mr. Dean, extending his hand asking for the newspaper back.

"Now you ask, did you hear what you said?" Mama Mira repeated the question.

"Hm...." Dehem Mr. Dean was brief, because indeed he heard all that his wife had been talking about since. He just lazy to respond.

"Then, you agree, don't you?" Mama Mira said, start your own scene. Forgetting his anger that already wanted to peak.

"While papa agrees, not necessarily Bian agrees. Mama didn't hear herself what Bian said, if she didn't want you to find a wife. He can find it for himself." Mister Dean replied, lowering his outstretched hand. Then grab the coffee cup and breathe it back in.

"Search for yourself how is the reward? He was twenty-eight years old, already wanted a head of three. If it's left like that continue, where can mama carry grandchildren." Mama Mira's face riled up, looking disappointed ahead. Keep the newspaper back on the table.

Mr. Dean kept his coffee mug, looking ahead. He also wanted grandchildren like his other friends. Who can joke laugh and play with his granddaughter as much as possible.

"Just like you don't want to know, Bian should get married as soon as possible and give a grandchild to you no matter how." Mama Mira said she wanted her husband to do something.

Mr. Dean was silent, again not responding to his wife's words. He was thinking something.

*****

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