The Dreamer Throw Out All Ways
Role of a Son-in-law
Melisa's departure that morning was accompanied by tears by her mother. It was hard to leave the village where he was born, but there was a dream that he had to pursue at this time. Melisa stepped up not wanting to look back. He rode a trevel that would go towards the city. All the families were so amazed by the persistence of Melisa who wanted to have a higher education. Not infrequently also many who blaspheme for looking one eye about education.
"Not be sad. Your son is a great boy. Don't make it hard to leave." said Eni, Weni's mother.
Weni nodded then went inside her room. It was in the room that he let go of his sadness at that moment. Weni still missed the child so much. Last night's shadow rubbing the child's long hair still feels so real today.
Without him knowing if Melisa was forced to get off the four-wheeled vehicle when she saw a car that she knew was parked on the side of the road. After contacting Melisa, Mr. Reza also mentioned where he is at this time.
"Hi Mel," greeted the middle-aged man with his sinless face.
He did not realize if it had made Melisa really uncomfortable with his current wishes. Where Melisa should be able to enjoy the time to gather with her family and grandmother instead she must immediately return to the city.
Not to the city more precisely. He had to go back with this guy who didn't want to take him anywhere. It is clear if the car used by Mr. Reza they usually use if they want to go out of town.
"We're going on vacation again, sir?" ask Melisa guess.
Instead of answering, Mr. Reza actually grasped the taper chin of Melisa which he had treated with sophisticated tools.
No matter how the response of Melisa's face that seems ordinary at this time. He chose to close his eyes to enjoy the journey in silence. If you remember a moment ago, Melisa passed through the village streets to the city filled with struggle and fear. This time he was already so ordinary without the burden of mind anymore. All he could control with the money he got from Mr. Reza of course.
A different atmosphere was seen in the house belonging to the new Yuyun family. The life he thought would be easy to live now feels all inversely proportional. The in-law who always showed a friendly face outside now looked like a lion who had just given birth. Thin face and lips that are always bent.
"Yun, why isn't this cleaned up? It's under the table you don't sweep it. That's clean if it's the sweeper." said the in-laws make Yuyun so low-level at the moment.
Although actually this is not a low or high degree of a woman. However, as a daughter-in-law it has become an obligation to help in-laws take care of the house of course. Moreover Furqon as a husband has not been able to provide a home for his wife.
"Yes, Mom. It's already on the broom. Already well I am also tired of washing dishes so much." said Yuyun pleading for mercy from the in-laws.
Hearing that complaint, the in-laws looked indifferent. He walked into the room, picked up his bag and wallet and left the son-in-law. Not forgetting before he came out he screamed.
"House don't forget in the mop run out it's yeah."
Can only reproach from behind what Yuyun was doing at the moment. There was no way he would dare to act when this wedding day had just turned two days old.