Not the Perfect Wife
291. S2 - Out of town 2
At 10:00 p.m., Khairi and Afrin return to the Emran family home. Mr. Hari was also seen sitting on the terrace, but Yasna had asked him to wait inside. However, the man refused it on the grounds outside was cooler. But actually he felt sad.
"Sir Hari, sorry, it's been a long time," said the new Afrin.
"No, Non. I just came, really!" sahut Day.
"Come, let's go in first! We're talking inside."
The day he was forced to follow Afrin, perhaps there was something the employer's son wanted to talk about. He also did not know where he was going. The man only knew he was going out of town and was asked to take turns driving a car.
"Sir Hari, sit down first. I make coffee, let it be on the road not sleepy."
"No need, Non. Even ngerepotin," said the day that felt bad.
"It's okay, it's also ten o'clock. We leave at eleven, there's still an hour left."
Afrin goes inside to make coffee. Emran and Yasna were still not asleep, they were in the living room watching television. Both of them were deliberately waiting for their son and daughter-in-law to leave.
"Afrin, have you come?" ask Yasna.
"Here you go, Mother, just now."
"So outside there was Mr. Hari. Mother told me not to go in."
"Now we are in, Mother. It's in the living room with Mas Khairi. They're talking again."
"Then Papa comes out first, chat with them for a while" Emran said as he walked towards the living room.
"Well, do you want some tea or coffee, let me make you?" ask Afrin in a slightly high tone.
"No need, Papa has been made in Mother earlier. Most coffee drinks will not be able to sleep."
Afrin continued to walk to the kitchen and made drinks for her husband and Mr. Hari. Yasna followed her daughter. He was still curious, who was that woman named Nur Aini? At least Yasna wanted to know a little about the identity of the woman, to make her not think much more later.
"Darling, who is, after all, the woman named Nur Aini?" yasna asked in a whisper. Sometimes the woman looked forward, afraid that her daughter-in-law would enter the kitchen.
"Mother, now you like gossip, huh?"
"Eventually, Mother was curious, who was the woman named Nur Aini? To the extent that your husband wants to see her. There's nothing you're hiding, right?"
As a woman, Yasna was worried for her daughter. Moreover, he had a bitter past regarding other women. Yasna didn't want anything to disturb her son's household.
"Actually, she is Mas Khairi's real mother," Afrin replied quietly.
"What!" peekik Yasna was surprised.
The woman covered her mouth in disbelief at what she heard tonight. It's late now, but the hearing is still working fine! He was so bad to think, it turned out everything was just a mistake.
"So Mrs Merry ... She's not Khairi's biological mother?"
"No, Mommy. Mama Merry is my mother. Bu Nur Aini is her birth mother because of that she wants to meet quickly. It's been their choice of years apart" Afrin said. "Yes already, Mother. Just like that, sometimes we gossip," continued Afrin.
"Maybe your father glares at his eyes because he knows you are gossiping. Never mind, whatever it is, Mother will always support you. Hopefully you will soon be reunited with Nuraini's mother."
"Amin, thank you, Mother, for your prayers. Hopefully everything is smooth and things are fine" Afrin said. "I'm out first, Mother.
"Yes, Mother call Wulan."
"Eh, Mom, what's up, Mom?" ask Wulan politely.
"Afrin's here, she's waiting for you outside."
"Yes, Mom. I'm still preparing my stuff."
"Don't be in a hurry, there's still time."
"Oh, yes, Wulan. This is a little for your family in the village" Yasna said, handing an envelope full of money to Wulan.
"Mother give me my salary now?" asked Wulan with a glowing face.
Actually, the woman wanted to ask for it, but she did not dare, considering that she was still in the trial stage. Instead of losing his job later, it is better to transfer it. However, Yasna seemed to understand the hardships she was experiencing.
"No, your salary is still two days away. This is from me to your family."
"No need, Mom. I'm not feeling well. Already hitchhiking home, now given money with mom," said Wulan hesitantly.
"It's okay, just take it. This is a gift for your child and your mother. Have you not had three months off work? They must need it."
It is true what Yasna said. His family is in desperate need of money right now, but accepting free money from his new employer is not a good thing. There is a fear that one day he will be asked to replace it.
"Then, Mother, just cut my salary later," suggested Wulan who still felt bad.
"No need, this is sustenance for your family. Do not be rejected, it will hinder the sustenance of others. Just take it."
Finally, Wulan accepted. The woman was happy, at least she did not come home empty-handed. Previously Wulan had prepared an excuse for her mother because she did not bring money, but now it was not needed anymore.
"Thank you, Mom. Mom was very nice to me. In the past, when I was at the house of the old employer every kasbon alone should not, but Mother instead gave me without wanting to cut the salary. Thank you, Ma. You're a good man. How lucky I am to be working with my mom."
"You're overreacting. Yes, you're ready, Afrin and her husband are waiting ahead."
"Yes, Mom. I'm taking my bag." Wulan went back inside and picked up her bag. He did not bring much stuff because he knew his master would definitely not be there for long. Given how the village is, it certainly makes rich people like Khairi and Afrin not at home.
"Are you ready, Sister Wulan?" ask Afrin who saw Wulan come out with Yasna.
"Already, Non," Wulan replied with a smile.
"Yes, come on, let's figure it out!" take Afrin and then turn to her parents. "Father, Mother, we're leaving first."
"Yes, you guys be careful."
They all went out and left Emran's family home. Mr. Hari took the wheel, next to him was Khairi. While Afrin sat in the back with Wulan. The time to midnight makes the temperature so cold, plus the former rain this afternoon makes the air colder.
The journey is still long, it was used by Afrin to find out more about her missing father-in-law.
"Mbak Wulan, does Bu Nur Aini still have a husband?" tanya Afrin made Khairi who was in front immediately turn his head. He also wanted to know his mother's life.
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