Not the Perfect Wife
119. S2 - Storytelling
"I don't want to arrive, Mas, to accept an offer from Zahran" said Yasna, who was still filled with emotion.
"Yes, Honey. Surely I will reject it" said Emran. "You calm yourself down, don't get carried away by emotions. Usually I'm easy to be emotional, but now why are you the one who easily provoked his emotions."
Yasna tried to calm herself down. He took a deep breath then, exhaling it slowly.
"Whatever happens to my children, I'm the first one to come forward" Yasna said confidently.
"Luckily they have you."
"I'm the lucky one to have them."
"We're both lucky to have each other." Emran takes Yasna into his arms.
"Yes, Mum."
"Why father? Is it getting better?"
"Mom's word to this day is fine" replied Yasna. "Tomorrow I'll take you to check up, yeah, Mas. I want to know the result."
"Yes, let Mr. Hari deliver. Don't drive yourself."
"Yes, Mas. Hopefully the results will improve."
"Amin, let's go to bed. There's still a lot of work waiting for tomorrow." Emran and Yasna sleep hugging and enjoying the warmth in the cold night air.
Afrin was heading to her sister's room. She wanted to find out how her brother's ex-lover was doing. The girl knocked on Aydin's room door several times until her brother opened the door.
"What's the matter, you've been here all night?" ask Aydin.
"You have a chat, just a minute" Afrin replied, then entered her brother's room without permission.
"Who let you in? I'm going to sleep!"
"I want to talk for a minute, brother. I will return to my room" replied Afrin, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"What are you talking about?"
"I want to ask you about the video, brother. Is that really an ex-sister?"
"Yes, why?" Aydin was lazy to talk about it. But he knew that his brother would still find out everything.
"How is he now? Was he fired from the company?"
"Yes, he's dismissed, Mr. Sapto too. They have made a scandal. Papa can't afford to hire them there. Even though it's performing well."
"I also regret why a girl who looks good like her, can do such a thing."
"We don't know what's really going on so we shouldn't have to talk about it. Let it be his own business."
Afrin nodded her head and laid her body on Aydin's bed. Indeed, every human has its own difficulties, but it does not have to fall too, right?
"Eh, I'm sleeping, anyway. Back to your room!" Aydin yelled at the arm of Afrin.
"I still want to tell you brother."
"What more story do you want?"
"Anything" replied Afrin. "According, sister. What about Nayla?"
"Why did you suddenly ask him?"
"It's just that."
Aydin glared for a moment, remembering how Nayla's personality was.
"She's a nice girl and also polite. We know too, right. How his late mother. Maybe that's what makes you comfortable with her, too."
"Honestly, there are no likes. It's just that Brother was amazed at him. At his young age. He was thinking of opening a business to help others who have difficulty finding work. While my brother did not think until then. Brother just wants to continue the business papa, so that papa can be at home just nemenin mother."
"Why Brother is still at home as a boy then. Why not take over now?"
"Sister still needs a lot to learn about business.The learning is easy, the practice is difficult. If you were alone, would you work for the company."
"Not yet, I want to be like Sister Nayla. Open your own business, but I still do not know what business to open. I'm still looking for a suitable one."
"Sister will always pray. Whatever your wish, hopefully it can be fulfilled soon," said Aydin sincerely. After all as a big brother, he had to support whatever his sister wanted.
"Amin, thank you, brother," said Afrin with a fluffy smile.
"Oh, yeah, Brother there's a new comic. You want to see, don't you? Hold on, I'll find him first." Aydin immediately stood up looking for the comic he had just bought a week ago.
Aydin and Afrin both love comics. It was just that the younger brother was not as fanatical as his older brother. The girl only liked to read her brother's belongings, after which, she returned them again.
"Well, here's what he found!" exclaims Aydin while holding the comic he just bought.
He wanted to show it to Afrin. However, when he turned his head it turned out that the girl had fallen asleep on the bed, making Aydin sigh long.
"Said that he was going back to his room, now he sleeps here" murmured Aydin who then covered his sister.
The man chose to sleep on the sofa. Even though they are siblings, they are adults. Aydin found it strange to sleep in one bed with his sister.
As he closed his eyes, Aydin's phone rang and a call came in from Airin. The man immediately lifted her up. Although he was actually very lazy.
"Hello, assalamualaikum" said Aydin.
"Waalaikumsalam, sorry, Mas. I had a sudden need so I couldn't wait. Again, sorry, Mom."
"It's okay, I was in a hurry to go home too."
"How about tomorrow, Mom. I want to meet you."
"Can't you just say it now?"
"Can't, Mom. We should meet."
"All right, we'll see you tomorrow. What time do you want?"
"Jam get home from work, Mom. So that I can talk freely. If lunch is afraid Mas will rush to go back to the office."
"Yes, you just set the place up, send the address later."
"Yes, Mas. Then I close first, Mom. Assalamualaikum."
"Getishalight."
Aydin could not go back to sleep. He decided to go to the balcony enjoying the cold air at night, while gazing at the sparkling stars in the sky.
Ayden recalls his childhood while still with his late mother. A longing suddenly came to him.
'Ma, do you miss Aydin? I miss my mom a lot, but I'm calm and I'm fine here. Adek is also good, she is now a chatty girl. She also learned to cook. Though previously he was very lazy and very afraid of dirty. Mama knows, the cooking is great. Just like Mother Yasna's cooking, it's just that I like to mock her and I pretend to say that the cooking is not good. Though very good. Mama is well in heaven. Hopefully we can meet later, amen, ' Aydin murmured in his heart
The night wind is getting more and more piercing the skin. Aydin decided to enter his room and go back to sleep. Tomorrow there was still a lot to do, including hearing the babble that was not like what. Hopefully Aydin can hold.
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