Sister of Inpar Malang
chapter 25 Grants School Permission

Sister of Inpar Malang

Chapter 25 Grants School Permission

POV Lilis

"You know why Mama and Papa left Devan at your house first?"

"Because Mama and Papa can't afford to change Kak Devan's attitude like a delinquent?" answer hence.

"Obviously it wasn't that. We were wrong to educate Devan. Devan is too demanded to do as we please. Because he's the only child and the only heir in this family." Mom paused for a moment to take a breath.

"Maybe he felt depressed, so he began to rebel. Being a child who likes to fight at school, brawl, and behave as he pleases when not at home," continued Mama again.

My mom's eyes started to glaze over. I'm trying to channel power by wiping Mama's hand. I kept quiet, giving Mama time to continue her story.

"Not that Mama did not want to educate Devan with her own hands, but on the other hand Papa was also having problems with the company, at that time. Mama should be by Papa's side to give her encouragement. The main thing is to keep Papa away from flirtatious women who try to approach him. Berkok wants to help the company, in fact wants to ensnare my husband too." When she said the last sentence, Mama clenched her palms. His eyes looked like there was a burning hatred.

"Mama did not even comply with Devan's request to want a sister to accompany him to play. Mama was afraid that after giving birth, Papa would turn to another woman because of the shape of Mama's body that changed." Now his eyes have released a load that had been hanging.

There seems to be another story about flirty women. But let it be, it's none of my business either. For a second, Mama's face returned to normal quickly and smiled at me.

"Your father always told us Devan's progress there. From there Mama and Papa also began to evaluate how our attitude during educating Devan. Everything was redeemed during Devan's college. He was far away, but Devan never forgot to tell us, and the company began to gradually improve."

"Thank God, yes, Ma. It's all been passed. In every trial that God loves, there will be a way out. Mama is one of the great women who was able to go through the ordeal" I said as I rubbed her shoulders. Mama wiped away the tears on her cheeks, with a relieved smile.

"Emm, Mum. Mama didn't want me to be Mama's daughter-in-law. Did Mama feel bad for my dad?"

"It's not about return. Mama's not the one who's willing to exchange children for debt." Mama shook her head tight.

I felt bad for Mama because I spoke wrongly. I shouldn't have spoken like that. Of course Mama would be offended.

"Mama doesn't want to repeat the same mistakes, set Devan's life over and over again. Mama is sure, before Devan made a choice, he must have thought far ahead. Even though you are much younger than him, if Devan thinks you are right for him, Mama believes that. So, don't waste Mama's trust."

Now it's my turn to be moved. I didn't expect that big of a feeling Brother Devan had for me.

"Being the wife of a rich and handsome businessman is heavy. Many actors are targeting, both inside and outside the company. Like papa. Fortunately, my faith is strong" my mother advised me.

Mama's tone turned to spirit. Not like Mama who was just like that. This is so unique to my in-laws.

"Egglers?" beoku. Fortunately I was often told to watch a flying fish soap opera. So familiar with the word pelakor.

"Yes. My mom's son is handsome. Before getting married to you, Devan became a bachelor who sought aunts to be a son-in-law. That's why you'll be guided by Mama, so you can keep Devan from the actors out there," said Mama proudly while patting her chest.

"Yes, Ma. I'll take care of Brother Devan." I answered with a small laugh. There are-There are these in-laws of mine. We continue the work of unpacking unopened souvenirs.

"Thank you, Ma. I've been willing to accept this imperfect me as your son-in-law." Mama took me in her arms when we were done unpacking all the gifts from Mama.

"Well, someone's hugging. I was not invited." Suddenly, Brother Devan's voice sounded from behind us.

"Ngapain. Every night also you must hug your mother's daughter-in-law continues, right. Replace Mama, dong," joked Mama while taking off our embrace.

I'm looking down embarrassed. We slept in the same room and bed. It's just, there's still a bolster between us. He never asked for his rights as a husband.

Devan himself was also wrong. He rubbed his back head.

"Three hugs may, dong. You two are the woman I love the most in this world."

"Ih, don't want to. Mama's gonna hug Papa." Mama dodged, so it was just me being hugged by Kak Devan. Then walk out of the room.

"Are you relieved now?" asked Kak Devan in a position still hugging me from behind. "Mama and papa accept you as a daughter-in-law in this house. So, don't feel uncomfortable anymore, yeah."

I nodded happily. Brother Devan's parents want to accept this imperfect me as their daughter-in-law.

*****

Now I'm starting to be able to blend into Kak Devan's office clothes. My husband prefers to wear semi-formal and casual clothes, unless he is going to meet with a client. If the weather is cold sweater with knitting material that will be an alternative.

Today I prepared a long-sleeved shirt top, jogger pants and sneakers for him. Do not forget the blazer as outer if there is a sudden meeting. In accordance with his style Kak Devan, smart casual.

"Where are my office clothes, honey?" sis Devan asked as I was putting her clothes on the bed.

"This, Brother. Argh!" I was surprised when I turned around, Brother Devan stood up with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Wear the shirt, brother!" my orders are to turn my eyes the other way.

Don't ask me this face, it's already very hot. Early in the morning was given the sight of torn bread. Too bad it can't be eaten.

Regardless of the question, I just gave her clothes. Then walk into the closet to pick up socks. I heard the bathroom door shut. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing today?" sis Devan asked as she was wearing shoes.

"Mama asked to plant a new color orchid flower in the greenhouse," I replied as I put the towel back in place.

"After that?"

I'm shaking. "Maybe I can help Urip clean the house. All ease his work, "I answered while tidying up his shirt collar.

"Don't get tired. Remember dede baby." Brother Devan rubbed my stomach gently. "Do you want to go to the mall. Shopping maybe?"

I shook my head again. "By the mother yesterday there are still many that have not been used. After all, the roads must also be reached, brother."

"Aren't you bored at home?"

The answer is definitely bored. Usually early in the morning I'm tidy with the school uniform. Going home from school will be busy doing assignments from school and studying. Twice a week will go home a little afternoon because of taking extracurriculars.

I miss the school, friends, teachers and schoolwork that the classmates will copy. Now everything's turned 180 degrees.

"You still want to go to school?" ask her seriously. How do I know what I'm thinking.

I really want to go to school again. But I realized my own position. Everything Kak Devan has done for me and my family has been huge.

"Can I still go to school?" I asked with a witty.

"Of course it can."

"meaning?" I nodded with the words of my husband.

Brother Devan holds both of my cheeks. "Home schooling, honey. You can continue school at home, but after you give birth, yes. I don't want you to be depressed because you're thinking about lessons. Pregnant women should not stress."

"Really, Brother?" ask me with a touch. The spirit to reach the ideals that had been receding is now back up.

"What, the hell, is not for my dear wife" replied Kak Devan as he poked my nose with his index finger.

I hugged Brother Devan. I didn't think he cared much about my education. Still can feel the education, even though it must be home schooling. This is more than enough for what he has given me.

"Why?" ask me with tears flowing down my cheeks. I'm really in sensitive mode and feeling overwhelmed.

"What's the reason?" Brother Devan wiped my tears with his thumb.

"Why does my sister still allow me to go to school?"

"So you can reach your goals."

"My goal is to be a teacher. Given my poor reputation, is it possible to still be accepted as a teacher? Being pregnant in my teens is not a good example for my future students. I better not go to high school, brother." I spoke with a lot of fun.

"Why did you become pessimistic? Come here, listen to me!"

Brother Devan invited me to sit on the bed side by side. He held my hand gently. Our eyes looked at each other. I can see the affection from his eyeballs.

"You'll soon be a mother. Mother is the first madrassa for a child. You will educate our children with adab and ethics before entering school." Devan took a breath, then continued again.

"When a child asks a lot of questions, will you answer them carelessly? What if your answer is even wrong, which is not good for our child and his surroundings?"

I shook my head tight. Don't let my son get the wrong education from me.

"It's okay you're not a teacher at school. You can be a teacher for our child. Children are proud to have such an intelligent and insightful mother like you. What's more sholeha."

I am lucky to have a husband like him. Even he thought about the future of the child in my stomach. Want to think of the fetus in my stomach like his own child.

I was crying again so much. This time it was a little tight, because it could not control the emotions of this trough.

"Why are you crying again? Ow hell! Pregnant women are whiny or easily touched, anyway?" Brother Devan rubbed the back of his head with a confused look.

I pinched his waist in a fit of rage. He screamed in pain while laughing.

"Thank you, Brother. Thanks for everything. May I repay your kindness, by being a sholeha's wife to you."

"Aamiinu. Yeah, already. Let's have breakfast! Papa and Mama must have been waiting at the dinner table."

I wiped away the tears. Then take my husband's briefcase. Brother Devan has a blazer on his left hand. His right hand was used to embrace my shoulder. We rushed to the dining table, afraid they waited too long.