The Wife Pay
Oh... Mother-in-law

Alana was busy struggling in the kitchen making nastar cakes. The plan is to bring the cake later to her husband's office. Didn't Dave say he liked it, so he thought there was no harm in bringing a cake to accompany the man to work.

Counting on a month, Alana did not visit Dave's office. She missed lunch with Risa. Dave's only office kid who's so good to him. Even then almost everyone accused her of being a cheap woman. Only Risa defends him, remaining humble in accepting whatever Alana lives. Though if he does not remember wrong, Risa is one of Dave's heavy admirers.

“Nona, why so many nastaran cake?” salma asked when she saw there were five jars of nastar that she had prepared to take to the office.

“Because I also plan to give my friends, Salma.”

That morning Alana looked more cheerful. It also makes Salma feel happy, even though he himself does not know the reason for the woman's sadness and happiness.

“I still leave it for you and the others, Salma. So, just eat later. Make your friends drink tea,” continued Alana pointed to a larger jar, deliberately left it for other servants.

“Thank you, Miss.”

Alana nodded, she was already neat. Just leave. “Nona, about this morning I am sorry,” continued Salma.

”Which one?” alana asked confused.

“That was this morning, when Mr. Dave was kissing you at the door,” Salma replied unwell.

Alana's face immediately blushed. Her memory is back for the husband's kiss. “Forget it, Salma.”

After that, Alana also said goodbye to go with her homemade nastar.

Alana had just arrived in front of the house, and was about to get into her car. However, his intention came to a halt when he saw a luxury car enter the courtyard of his house.

Smile on his face, when found stepmother Dave – Gizka who visited. Actually it is no stranger if the woman often comes to him. Especially his business if not to insult him. Alana felt immune. The woman chose to open her car door, to put her homemade nastar cake inside.

Gizka, a red-haired woman with sunglasses perched on her nose. Looking at Alana with cynicism. The dress does look stunning and fashionable, all the items that women wear are indeed branded. The first impression he saw from Dave's stepmother was, indeed beautiful, her body shape was also good. The possibility for that is what makes Jonas tempted, to cheat on Dave's late biological mother. Alana has never seen the face of Dave's mother. Because the man didn't tell me his picture either.

“Basic women padlocks do not know themselves,” caci Gizka.

Alana clasped her hands together on her chest. He smiled faintly, looking at his mother-in-law calmly. “Women this badass is also your daughter-in-law you know, Madam.”

“I never considered you son-in-law. And until anytime will never.”

Alana puts her shoulder out no matter what. “No problem. I have never felt a loss not to be considered a son-in-law by you, O Mother-in-Law.”

“You think, for these six months my husband and I have been silent. Have you won?” tukas Gizka looked at Alana with a fierce look, when her glasses had been opened.

“I never feel like winning or losing. I'm just trying to follow the destiny God has laid out for me. It's just that as long as I feel right, I will defend myself" Alana said.

“Not long. You'll also feel devastated Alana. I will never let someone like you ruin the lives of the Aerospace family. Making yourself a son-in-law is a shameful act. You think I don't know your origins. You're just a child born to a woman with a mental illness. And it's worth it that you're just as stressed out as your mom is.”

Alana clenched both her hands. He felt unaccepting when the woman in front of him insulted his mother. However, as much as possible he still tried to restrain himself, not to slap on the cheek of his mother-in-law. Alana should be able to reply to more hurtful remarks for the woman, which could make the woman silenced but upset.

“I think my mother's illness is much better, because my mother is still much more honorable. Compared to your disease that easily and proudly has destroyed the Dirgantara family.”

“You??!!” gizka shouted, staring at Alana. He even wanted to slap her in the face. However, as fast as lightning Alana held her back.

Alana smiled cynically. “Why? You feel like my words are true. Basic pelakor. Realize, your behavior is much worse than mine. So, before insulting me you better look first,” exclaimed Alana while jerking her hand. Then opening her car, Alana passed away.