NOT PERPETRATORS
Defending Self-Esteem

I'm out of Ve's secretary room. There's a feeling of guilt towards the secretary Ve. Fania really made me dizzy. How could he behave like that in front of my boss.

I sat back at my desk. I put a document on the table. Then turn on the computer.

"Imania," call Bastian.

I'm turning. "Yes, Mum."

"So I heard Secretary Ve get angry. Did Fania make a troublemaker?"

"Yes, that's it."

"Fania's base! She's a weird woman!" bastian mas mummified. "Don't you feel bothered, having to stay with her? Fania is different from women in general!"

I responded to Bastian's comment with a smile. "You just don't understand it yet."

I thought back to Fania. Is he coming home? I'll get a cell phone and I'll call her number. Connected.

"Hello."

"Fania, where are you?"

"I'm home. The woman recedes once. Very cool with me. I'm lazy to respond!"

"Is he overreacting? He was just asking about where you live!"

"Ah, stop. I don't want to talk about it. Uhhuh?"

Fania hung up. I just sighed, because Fania was always sensitive when asked about the ins and outs. That's why, I don't ask her about it anymore. Fania doesn't like to be asked about her origin.

She just told me that her mother died shortly after giving birth to her. His father, he also did not know who. He lives with his aunt and uncle. And they didn't tell me about Fania's real father. Fania said her aunt and uncle were evil. That is why, Fania does not want to go home to her uncle and aunt.

In fact, I was also very curious about the origin of Fania. After all, I've considered him like my own family. Although a little strange, but Fania has a story that is still a mystery to me. Maybe I need to approach her slowly, so she'll tell me about everything, about her, and her life before she gets to know me.

I looked back at the computer screen. I opened the document. Then fill in the data contained in the document into a new document.

After an hour, I was done. Immediately I print and after that I go to the room Mr. Wibowo. Arriving in front of the room, I knocked on the door three times. I still wish the room was empty. I hope Mr. Wibowo is gone. However, dear ... It seems like my hope is wrong, Mr. Wibowo is in his room.

"Lake in!"

I opened the door carefully. It looks like Mr. Wibowo is sitting at his desk, staring at his laptop screen. I put down a document I just finished printing. Mr. Wibowo looked at me for a moment, I gave him a sweet smile. However, Mr. Wibowo did not respond. He was still cold towards me.

He also checked the documents. One by one he corrected the documents with jelly. Then he signed it after. And Mr. Wibowo won't let me sit down. He looked back at the laptop screen in front of him. Since I felt like this was over, I got out.

"If you have, excuse me." I nodded my head once, then turned around and headed towards the door.

"Who let you out?"

The sound stopped my steps. I also turned back.

"Sit down!"

And I just obeyed his orders. I sat in front of him.

"What's your name!"

I don't know why, the voice sounded loud in my ear.

"I ... my name ... Imania Sarasvati."

Mr. Wibowo closed his laptop. Then I looked at me with a sharp look. The exact eyes of his son. For a few seconds he was silent, just staring at me. And I just looked at him and looked down occasionally.

"Now I remember!" He's back talking. "I remember who you are!"

Does he remember me? Yes, Lord ... What will he say? Is he going to scold me like he used to? Or threaten me again?

"What is your purpose in working here?"

"I ... I .. I have to work to support myself and my son." I don't know if that answer fits. I'm so nervous.

"Listen you're a widow, huh?"

"And I know you're still close to my son."

That made me look at him. My chest started to beat.

"Why surprised? You're this funny. Can't you find another man? In fact, you had to divorce your husband just to get close to my son again?"

"That's not true, sir." I started to dare to speak.

"What's not right? Please explain!"

Mr. Wibowo looked at me like a policeman interrogating a thief. His gaze was sharp, frightening.

"I .. I parted with my husband, it has nothing to do with your son. It's a personal matter."

"Oh, huh? Then why did you come back to my son? Didn't I explain it a long time ago? My son has already been betrothed. They love each other. And you! You're being a prank on their relationship!" cecar sir Wibowo pointed at me.

The pain I once felt again attacked my chest. And that ... is caused by the same person.

"I don't know what your mentality is made of. You're in a relationship with my son. I obviously hate you. And now, you work in my office. Actually ... In my mind, you are a shameless woman!"

Clear threads have started to fill my eyes. I'm still trying to hold him. I don't know what insults will come out of that mouth.

Mr. Wibowo stood up and said, "That night ... Dimas came home from work. She's meeting me. All of a sudden she said that she wanted to call off the engagement to Vanessa."

Mr. Wibowo walked towards the window. He kept telling stories. "Of course I suspect. And it turned out to be true. There's a parasite in their relationship, which is you!"

"Pak—" I just wanted to defend myself. Mr. Wibowo said again.

"Dimas and Vanessa are very compatible, aren't they? They are very suitable, compared to you. My son does not deserve to marry a widow. That's so embarrassing! In fact, you are just a poor woman! Is there a good basis for getting into the Wibowo family? Your ideals are so pathetic!"

Unbearable anymore. Tears fell one by one quickly, sliding profusely down my cheeks.

"Don't ever dream of being the wife of my son!" He walked up to me. Until I stand beside me. Staring at me with a condescending look. And I just bowed in. Digesting every meaning of his words.

"So soon cut off your relationship with my son! Don't disturb their happiness. Get away from my son! You're just a lowly woman. Did your parents dream of becoming rich too?! Free. I will never let my son marry a woman like you!!"

I stood up, rubbing my wet face. Then he dared to look at her. Now, we are really dealing. "Enough! Don't bring my parents. They never taught me to dream of being rich. In fact, they are people who are more conscientious than you!"

"My parents never looked at one's status in terms of material, material possessions. We are happy living a simple life. Although not as rich as you. However, my parents' hearts are richer than yours!"

I looked into those eyes. Eyes covered in anger. Which in a moment, might eat me alive. But I'm not afraid. It's risky. It's not worth it that he keeps putting me down like that.

"Sir, do you really love your wife? Or did you marry your wife on the basis of the strata equation? Do you know what it's like to be married? Is that as selfish of you towards your son? We love each other. Yes, we love each other! Even though I'm not a person worthy of your son. I will try my best to be worthy in your eyes. If that's possible!"

Mr. Wibowo is silent. The anger in his eyes seemed to dim. I don't know why. He should be getting mad at me. But he was flinching.

"Sir .. Have you never loved someone. What's it feel like? Then your relationship is as restrained as I am. Do you know what it's like? If you had known, you probably wouldn't have hurt me like this. Sir, how much is a relationship without love? Can treasures shut it all down?"

"Enough!!"

"No! I haven't even talked to you enough! I've got a lot of respect for you. In fact, when you threatened me. Asking me to break off with your son back then, I obeyed him. But now ... no! You've got enough to curb us. I will continue to fight for my love. Until you understand, do I deserve to be with your son!"

I noticed Mr. Wibowo's mimic. It's strange! He wasn't angry, but he seemed to be holding back his anger. It was as if I were digesting my words one by one. He stopped looking at me sharply.

"I'm sorry .. I can't keep your will. I will still love your son. And I'm sorry!"

I left Mr. Wibowo in his room. I'm closing that door. I rubbed my wet face back. I didn't expect Mr. Wibowo not to turn around to look for me. I didn't expect it either, to be able to talk to him that loud. What can be done, this is a defense. After all, I had to defend my parents' pride and self-esteem.

When angry, what will appear is anger and emotion. I can still hold myself back from anger and emotions. While when insulted and denigrated, what will appear is sadness followed by defense of self-esteem. I can be silent, withhold reproaches and scolds. But I could not keep quiet, hearing that my parents were being denounced and reviled.

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