THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 38 - DEFINITION OF LOVE FOR ME AND MAS JONATHAN

"Mas!"

"Liana! Ish, make me anxious, koq go to the toilet for an hour!?"

"Hehehe... Sorry!"

"Unfortunately Mr. Tampubolon is gone. He was in a hurry because there was another meeting scheduled. Great guy, super busy he. I wanted to introduce you to him. Finally just a greeting from him for you!"

"Duh! What a great opportunity for me to meet a great man!" my murmur was sad to make Mas Jo smile.

"There are still plenty of opportunities! We will meet other great people!" his words raised my heart.

We go back on our way. Mas Jonathan's work turned out to be very much and his schedule has been neatly conceptualized in the notebook that Bu Febri made before. Me, just follow the steps of the big boss.

Turns out to be important people, CEOs and famous entrepreneurs, his work routine is no joke. There's no time for a foot barge to just monitor from behind the scenes. Not particularly. Even their work has been arranged in advance by lobbying other companies and meetings here and there.

It turned out that being an ordinary employee was much tastier. Work in the morning, home late afternoon receive a salary. Even though the work is stacked, mumet brain and must get reprimanded because of the work error, it is still better.

The CEOs turned out to have to quickly walk half-run chasing tenders and contract work agreements here and there to increase the per capita of their companies. Must be smart to manage finances as well so that the salaries of employees are safe even for the next six months.

Their brains were completely squeezed to work 24 hours. Super salute. Even many of them do not have time to think about family, especially themselves. Overtime and overtime both at the office and at home.

Only then did I realize, their achievements were finally comparable to his hard work.

Therefore, the average high-class entrepreneurs do not think too much about family problems like ordinary people.

They are looking for money for the future of seven derivatives. No dizzy about finances and family life because it is busy piling up treasures. No matter the intake of affection is very less because it has abundant savings. So the madesu or bleak future is far from the lives of their grandchildren. But minimal morals and minus love and affection.

Mas Jo and I covered Dzuhuran in the mosque near the multi-purpose building before sliding back out of the Capital.

"Why see me like that? What's... My face looks more and more wrinkled?"

I realized when Mas Jonathan swiped my nose.

"Gee, hehehe... It's daydreaming!"

"Why? What is Liana daydreaming about?"

"I used to think being a great entrepreneur was so good, Mom! Turns out... His life has been dischedule even the breath seems to have to be arranged huh?!"

"Gee! Diledek even fuck! I'm ashamed that Mas keeps praising me. I used to feel good, my husband love died to me because he often threw compliments that sometimes even more excessive. But apparently, his love is not as solid as a rock in the ocean. Even now I realize... Everyone can change at any time from love to hate! Hhh... From the first acute wash to the present every word is like a heart-wrenching razor!"

"That's life. We are only living in the world. The Hereafter is eternal!"

I am happy, Mas Jo's response calms my heart and my mind is back burning heat to and heart remember the quarrel earlier with the man I once loved wholeheartedly.

"What does love mean to you, Mom?" aska I want to know.

Jonathan smiled. But his eyes remained focused forward and occasionally glanced at the rearview mirror of his car left right.

"Love? You asked me what love means?"

I'm nodding. Trying to figure out his heart. Whether our vision of mission is the same in translating the meaning of love makes me curious.

"I was eight years old when you just saw the world, Liana! Hehe... Hm, love in my opinion is a dedication to family. Being at the forefront of family affairs. Because family is the most important thing in my life. I, even sold my former Junior High School class books when my sister cried for food!"

"Isn't he? You khan the rich? Where'd you ever feel that?"

"Who said? Our lives are colorful, Liana! And the age of 40 is enough for me to taste the sweet bitter salt acid of life!"

Wow, in it said Mas Jonathan.

"I was 15 and my sister was 7. Papi is very sick, Mama took him to seek treatment for his recovery. Savings dwindled until we could not afford to pay the nanny again at home and Mama could only pay the cleaning workers so that for both of our affairs, we would not want to be able to be independent. At that time, we were both at home. And my sister was crying for snacks at the minimarket near our house. Then suddenly I heard the voice of the rubbing ashman who shouted "the junkyard". Hehe... Given that, I miss my sister Didi! Hhh... At this time I am indeed keeping away my mother and sister for the sake of not being contaminated anymore mystical things that terrorize so far. I don't want my family to do anything. Don't want anything to happen to them anymore. So I will fight for them. Because I love them!"

I was stunned to hear his long story.

In terms of love for family, we have similarities. Me and him, willing to fight for the family, especially beloved sister.

My sister is currently plagued with online accounts payable issues. True debt must be paid. And I'm willing to fight for the future of my brother Genta.

Blood is thicker than water.

Couples can be used. A husband or wife can be an ex. But siblings, until whenever remain brothers. There is no trace even though there is a misunderstanding between brothers. That's how it is.

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