
They were enjoying a family dinner when Dean's parents talked about Sinta.
"We're in trouble until someone knows Sinta's past."
"You don't always scold your son. He's already chosen Sinta."
"You're spoiling him too much!"
"You're too hard on him!"
"I don't want to argue with you. I think Sinta should improve her performance and quality."
"For what? He's just taking care of Dean."
"I want him to go to school to add to his intellectual qualities. You should also be an artist because I want you to support your husband's work as a businessman."
"I don't understand. To help Dean, you don't have to be an artist. Enough school as a secretary or cooking or homemaking."
"I want him to have a job so he can protect our family and nobody's looking into his past."
"You? What's?"
"Our family business needs support."
"You want him to jump into politics but it's too dangerous."
"What danger? You don't understand anything, talk. How's Sinta? Will you continue your school? College and acting as an artist to support your political career?"
"I still don't understand."
"The family business will be easier to survive if there is political support."
"Do I have any other choice?"
"Of course, no."
Sinta.
On one hand, he is happy to continue his school again. But being an artist let alone plunging into politics never crossed his mind at all.
"That's all you can do to redeem and distract people from your past while protecting our family."
Sinta was unable to resist the wishes of her two in-laws. Only that can raise the degree and dignity of his life and make him able to pay for all the things that make him always denigrated and underestimated.
It was not difficult for Sinta to continue her schooling. He majored in politics.
Plunge into the entertainment world as an artist is also not difficult to use the connection of his two in-laws.
Dean himself pursued his family's efforts. His father prepared him as the successor to the family business holder.
Sinta begins her new routine as well as Dean's wife, preparing for Dean's needs. Sinta also went to college. In between his spare time to pursue the world of artists.
Follow a series of courses to support his work.
Rumors evolving. Sinta used her in-law and husband connections to launch her career as an artist.
"Are you dissatisfied with being the wife of a rich man? No need for lack of money? Become artist? He said he was after political office?"
Desas desus is growing rapidly.
"Maybe he was just lured in by his in-laws? I don't know! The richer the man is satisfied? Still short of."
"That's human. One golden mountain valley asked for two. Two, ask for three. Until his mouth was piled up with the ground just finished."
"Mrs Dean Dirgantara?" The man looked at him from top to bottom.
Sinta was embarrassed by the treatment she received.
"You sure you can get through this casting? If only, you didn't use your in-laws and husband's connections?"
Sinta's chest feels tight. The person before him did not know him but the look in his eyes depicted hatred and anger.
"Can I go now?"
"Do you know? You take chances from those who are more deserving than you. Maybe even more capable than you. While you only think about how your family business can last and last? How selfish are you?"
"I really should go."
"Please! The door is right over there!"
Tears of Sinta spilled.
This humiliation is not yet.
"See how's the style? The village!"
"He's like a cheap woman!"
"It's not classy."
"Shameful!"
"Exhibitor!"
"Marrel!"
"Boross!"
"Zinc!"
"Anger!"
"Sok rich!"
"Sokay simple!"
"Easter!"
"Sok holy!"
Dean called Sinta who was crying.
"Why the hell else?"
"I…."
"I should have cried! You're the one who always throws me out of the room and makes me sleep on the couch."
"I don't want to be an artist much less spell political office."
"What do you think, money is falling from the sky? Do you want me to return it to Madam Nirwana?"
Sinta's body was shivering in fear.
"You just want to be good!"