The Boss' Wife
Ch - 6 Meet In-Law

Sitting on the sofa chair, waiting for Mr. Abyan to finish his work for a while on the balcony. Playing the phone first, it turns out that Ms. Karu replied to a message this morning.

He already knows my real reason, because Mr. Aziz's assistant Mr. Abyan met him yesterday morning in person, after I came home from work like him. Obviously this marriage is only Miss Karu who knows at the request of Mr. Abyan.

Thankfully, maybe Mr. Abyan had a lot of consideration before deciding to tell everyone that I was married.

Maybe in addition to rumors that are circulating will not clearly arrive, can solicit other things to happen, fear of tarnishing the good name of all.

See again the message, it turns out the group last night is still crowded. I read slowly, all the family is discussing my marriage, they apologize for everything. I read it, confused what to answer? My tears stemmed instantly, hard to believe home from work the smell of asem, the smell of terasi, the smell of rancid. Be the wife of people. Step by step is not there, directly ijab qobul without negotiation. The rest is like this, dating after marriage, whether there is or is not love between the two of us later.

"Yuk we leave." take Mr. Abyan ready to bring a bag containing a laptop and others.

"Yes sir."

We both walked outside, in front of the car.

"Sir we haven't paid?" remember I haven't paid to have stayed here the same meal as well.

Smile Mr. Abyan. "You forgot?" the tanyak reminds me of back.

Forgot what? I thought for a moment to find an answer. Oh yes Mr. Abyan, the family of space earl group which includes hospitality, several hospitals, and the entertainment world. Means free dong, privately owned. Tapikan Mr. Abyan, I'm someone else.

"But sir I haven't paid yet."

"Who are you?" ask Mr. Abyan back.

"Wife!"

"Keep that my wife?"

My smile. "Yes sir." That's my answer, continued arguing not to leave again the two of us. Alhamdulillah is free.

"Well then, let's go." take him in the car.

I go with you, where you take it. Now run away can't.

During the trip we both just kept quiet, do not know what to talk.Don't ask my heart that always pray in there. What a shame to feel. Looking outside the car window, it turned out to arrive also in front of the high gate, Security came to open the fence, the car entered the yard, stopped on the front porch.

"Let's go in." Mr. Abyan took off his seatbelt, took him out.

The way we both went into the house. "Assalamualaikum." we both said as we entered the magnificent mansion.

A beautiful middle-aged woman, looking very fashionable and still young approached me and Mr. Abyan happily.

"Waalaikumussalam, my daughter has finally come." she hugged me warmly, and our cipiki cupcakes are combined.

"It's Mom, son. Call Ms. Sari." she said happily welcoming with affection like I'm her own biological child.

For a long time I have not felt the affection of a mother, my tears almost stemmed.

"Yes, Mom. My name is Zahra Aneska." I'm glad to see in-laws who don't look like flying fish soap operas.

"Yes, son." she replied with a smile.

Walking towards a middle-aged male figure, yet looking fresh and friendly.

"Good morning by noon, Father." I reprimanded first. "My name is Zahra Aneska." My greeting by kissing the back of her hand.

His smile gently stroked my head. "Greetings to my son, call me Dameer's father."

Little nod I give, it is deeply moved that God is giving new parents in my life now.

Walk again, you!

Surprised to see friends with a sweet smile and an adorable face.

Falisha stroked my shoulder casually. "Greetings. Welcome, my name is Falisha. I'm Mas Abyan's sister." said in a statement that only he knew about me. Falisha also pretended to have just gotten to know.

Surprised that Falisha never told Mr. Abyan's sister.

I have close friends with two girls, Falisha and Mika. We were close for about thirteen years.

Since entering college, I submitted a letter to the entertainment company via email, some time was in the examination of the documents I made. It turns out they like and offer my writing to be made into a drama film. Falisha, who was one year older than me, had been doing marketing work at the time, interacting with each other about writing, finally becoming a friend.

Now he is the general manager of the aerospace film company earld group.

Her smart brain, studying at a famous university, while working can be done by Falisha. I think with that Falisha can work and rise in office. Herself covered from us all this time, watch out! Don't consider me a bestie anymore.

Flashbacks

I just graduated high school, aspiring to be a writer.

"Ma, tomorrow I want a college test at the university." I told my real mother, as we were sitting in the living room.

"What majors are you going to major in?" ask Bi Nur.

"Major sastra Bi." I replied nervously, afraid not to.

"What do you want to be after you graduate?" ask Bi Rosida.

"You want to be a writer, Bi."

The rough breath I heard from Bi Rosida. "Work as a writer is not fixed, Ra. What do you want to eat, you? Who is responsible for life, you? Don't expect the same man who will be your husband. Not necessarily forever. Can be asked to be taken by actors or taken by God." he explained at length.

"Step-"

"Your aunt, Zahra. Look Yayumu Dina, her husband was taken. Now he has trouble finding work for his son." continued Mama Wati.

"Stop Ma, everyone is not the same." defended Papa Awan.

"Well, it's different, if the same? You don't feel sorry for Zahra later. Enough of it to be your burden. Are you still alive, if you are gone? Who's bearing it?" bi Nur.

I can only be quiet and calm.

"Yes, Pa. What Bi Nur said. We are still alive to bear them. What if we can't afford it anymore or if the first death comes?" just keep up with Mama Wati.

"Enter school midwife or nurse. You can work in a hospital. If you're a civil servant better, Ra." Bi Maryam offers a solution.

"Papa thinks it's true, have majored in between the two choices, son. It's all for your own good." break up Papa Awan.

I just nodded my head, withstanding the pain of the wound, the ideals had been in vain.

The writing I created myself, like useless.

A few days later after my entrance exam go to college majoring in nursing at one of the private universities, while the state did not graduate.

Sitting pensively looking at the computer screen, it flashed on social media accepting new writers at the time, there was also a company offer to make writing as a film. I have email that I have saved. Choosing which one fits in the heart, it turns out I choose a directly famous company, maybe my many rivals out there, but I am sure that the effort does not betray the results.

Finally the college nurse is okay, so the writer is okay. But my name is a little different if I become a writer, afraid of being attacked by the fans again by injection, not bad eating guenya. Although both pointed one sharp that one blunt. Fired again there, dumped by my family into a black circle outside the planet there.

***

My smile rubbed my shoulders. "Yes greetings too, my name is Zahra Aneska." let go of the embrace, back to the side of Mr. Abyan only the three of them greeted us.

Are Mr Abyan and Falisha really siblings, or are there others? Steal the view to the corner of the room.

"Come, Son. Sit down." take Dameer's father to sit down on the green tosca sofa chair.

Seriate...