Not the Second
Her.. Watching me?

I step my feet everyday in flip-flops into a huge mansion.

At the end of there I saw my mother, Beautiful name came to me.

“Assalamu'alaikum mbak.” Salam

“Wa'alaikum Salam Ifa's. Come in. log in.” Mbak Indah invited me into her house while holding my hand.

I just follow and follow the steps mbak Indah. I spread my eyes out into the house.

Again, I was amazed to see the luxury and beauty of this mansion. Although this is not my first time coming here but still, my eyes can't get used to seeing it.

Understandably, I have been accustomed to seeing walls that have been damaged paint and rusty fences certainly will not be able to immediately get used to seeing all the luxurious things in my mother's house.

It is fortunate that one year ago she was married to a director at one of the largest hospitals in the City. Not only that, my brother-in-law that one is also from a distinguished family, where handsome again, not to mention he is also a doctor.

Guh... Complete package. Just humans, nothing is perfect. And I think my handsome brother-in-law is complete, too. Maybe in material yes, but in affection? Hmm I don't know.

Mbak Indah and I sat in the living room chair, before long a waiter came to bring drinks and some snacks

“Still buk.” I said to the middle-aged woman who used to be called Santi buk.

“May you like.”

Well look, I've been like an important person, haven't I?

“Buk.” sure

Miss Santi just commented a smile and left from there. Weird ‘kan? Why am I the only one offered, continue mbak Indah? Hmm maybe because mbak Lovely mistress in this house.

I saw the beautiful mother who saw the cynical look of Santi's mother. Eh?!

“Mbak?”

“What's the deck?”

“enggak.” did I see wrong? Never have I seen my face and my sassy gaze see anyone else.

My mother is the most gentle person, well she is the most gentle person and I love her very much. Just kill mosquitoes mbak Indah until weeping, it is impossible for people as soft as mbak Indah face like that.

Maybe because Santi's mom forgot to offer to mbak Indah or maybe Santi's mom was wrong?

The waiter at this house I know one by one. Not because I also want to be a waiter, but because it has been here so often so know-tau she already knows.

“Where is his lecture?” As usual, mbak Indah must always ask this

I take a tempting biscuit in front of me “Lancar. smoothly ajah, nothing special amat.”.My answer is also as usual “When how? Same relationship with Dylan as always?” I asked, and that's always what I asked.

Not because of anything, but my brother-in-law is very cold. Even to his own wife, well at least that's what I saw. But that's all it looks like, somehow, they're both.

Mbak Indah was silent. What's up dad? There can't be anything that doesn't. don't ‘kan.

I saw mbak Lovely smile sweet as usual “Yah as usual also.” The answer is, as usual.

If mbak Indah had told me like that, what can I do. Answer mbak Indah means all is well ‘kan? Hm I hope so.

I also have no right to interfere in the household mbak Indah and her husband. They are adults who can solve their problems.

“Mbak all right? Pale face mbak, mbak not why ‘kan?” I just realized, the lips mbak Indah very pale even though it has been coated with lipstick

Mbak Indah looks Smile “Gak papa, maybe because last night stay up so sleep less.”

“oh.. lack of sleep? His mother mba.__” I covered my mouth. You idiot! Could I not understand, stay up late because it's ‘ right? Uhhh...

I see the face of the mbak Beautiful mediocre. My ignorant soul Jump out “Oh.. stay up? Hmm.” I showed my ignorant face with my eyebrows up and down after years of training.

“Why with your face?”

“Yeee... Mbak staying up late ‘kan? Hmm be. ga. da.ngggggg.”

“Hahahah your head deck. What the hell is it, you son of a bitch! Already ah. Tomorrow's off, right? Stay here well?”

“Hahah want a holiday or not if you have been offered mah gaskan.” My answer is joking

We told you a lot of things. Indeed I am not the younger brother of beautiful Mother, rather I am an orphan, my parents left when I was 5 years old. And the wonderful family that adopted me. Even so, Mbak Indah loves me very much and I also love her very much.

I haven't seen Dylan. Where is that bad artist? Astagfirullah, no mouth! Not that I want to look for my own husband, but I also want to wash my eyes look clear.

“What's Ifa? From a rich looking for something.”

“That's mbak, dylan mas where? Even though it was afternoon. Can't still work ‘right?”

“Oh mas Dylan is in his study. From this morning.”

“Hah? Morning?” that's right! By morning? Ck basic is disrespectful! The time her sister-in-law came she was not at all welcome.

I honestly don't like Dylan. Too cold and arrogant! Though handsome.

“Well it was Dylan.”

I saw Dylan come out of his study close to the living room we now occupy.

“Mas want to eat? Sorry I haven't cooked, wait a minute well I cook first.” Beautiful Ma'am looks nervous. He also stood up when he saw Dylan coming.

“No need!”

Huh! Ketus bangat! I swear I wanted to stuff his mouth.

Eh?! That was? Did Dylan see me?..

No. gabe... No.. Maybe the feeling of doang, or maybe because of curiosity who came to his palace?

“Sorry mas. I was too cool to talk so.__”

“I'm not hungry!”

I saw the beautiful mother who immediately lowered her head. Haaahhhh apparently married to a rich person does not always bring happiness. Look, my husband is beautiful now. Somehow it can still survive until now.

“Yaudah, if you are hungry then say ajah. I made it kok.”

“hmm.”

I noticed my brother-in-law's burly back just passed by

“Sorry, Ifa, you must know the nature of Dylan. Don't take heart well.”

“Lah.. I should have said that. Maak patience ajah well, mbak who knows the same mas Dylan. If suppose mbak is not strong anymore mbak can really wave hands to the camera.. hahahah.”

“Hahahha can do you. Let's cook.”

“Well can you cook?” All I know is that I can't cook. Because it is not very lucky fate mbak Indah in married a rich young master? There is no need to cook alone as there will be many helpers.

“Mbak has learned to cook. Well recently anyway, can not be said proficient as well.”

“yeee therefore I was also told to cook right? ‘kan, my best cuisine.”

“That's know. Ayok.”

I just resigned when mbak Indah pulled my arm into the kitchen. Huh! Same dong here with in kosan both have to cook themselves. Wanted it in ratukan eh! It's even babu.

Already! Complaining is also not useful. I'm also used to cooking.

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“Hah? What time is it?” I saw the clock on the wall. It seems to be 2 in the morning.

Wake up in the middle of the night. Where to pee again. I had to get off the soft bed full.

“Ahh her relief.. ck so thirsty right.” Again, I had to get out of the room.

Hahhhh for the first time I am more grateful to have a narrow boarding house. My bed is close to the kitchen, so it's easier to grab a drink. While this? Far from being merciful

“Dark again. Nakutin also well.” I ran small towards the kitchen. Arrive in the kitchen directly I turned on the light switch.

Fyuuhhh

The dark that had been mastered immediately turned into a bright light. Eaaa already rich title of her book Kartini's mother, out of the dark comes the light. Hahahah fits right in

I take a glass and start filling it with drinking water.

Glutton..

“What you do.”

“uhuukk... uhukk... uhuk! By Dylan.” This vow man has no sign of his presence.

“What are you doing?”

“eh! Emm i. this again drink.” duhh why be nervous rich gini anyway.

I'm the lyric of Dylan, who only notices me. What's wrong with me? Did you wake up at 2 am and drink wrongly at home?

Loh... why so see my appearance “Emm... mas, what's wrong? Did Dylan want to take something? Can I get it?” I closed my chest by pretending to have my chest covered

“Ah! Nah! Come in don't wander night-night.”

I saw Dylan getting nervous! It's strange! This is the first time I've seen her like this. Lest he really see... Uh! That can't be ‘kan!

“Iya. Sorry to interrupt, I'm back first.” Quickly I'm out of there. I don't know I feel like there's something wrong with my sister-in-law on that one.

I always felt him... Hmm watch me?

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TB