Turns out I'm the Actor
37. Neta Is the Right Woman
there is no creature that can surpass the power of God
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"Can you help me not really you? from earlier your feelings were disgusted to see me," Reza chirped at Dara who looks reluctant to look at the wound on Reza's hand that began to dry up.
"I'm not disgusted by Za, I'm just a bit sick if I've discussed the wound. Luckily I didn't vomit when I saw your blood. I actually wanted to faint knowing. Bye, I'll close your wounds again huh?" asked Dara who was preparing to close the wound on Reza's palm.
"Don't let it dry quickly anyway" said Reza, who would not close the wound for a while.
While they were talking, came Deska, the lawyer appointed by Grandma Fuji. Deska came with a cooperation file. She was sent by Grandma Fuji to take care of a small boutique owned by Neta.
"What's wrong, you like to argue," said Deska, who had just entered the room.
"No, it's nothing. Ordinary is just talking. What's wrong, Mr Deska?" ask Dara who was curious at once amazed. It is not every day that this deska comes.
"This, I was ordered by Grandma Fuji to take care of this cooperation letter in which Mbak Dara was asked to be the manager of the boutique Bu Neta. Of course with the salary raised," said Deska while opening the agreement sheet.
"Well, where's Netanya's mother?" Dara even dizzy looking for the existence of Neta which is certainly not in the room.
Deska smiled a little. "He's at Grandma Fuji's house. I was the only one sent as a representative. Please read and sign it when you understand. If anyone does not understand, please ask me," said Deska.
Dara immediately read it, he signed the agreement. Everything is class and not complicated at all. Each agreement point is only about how to work and salary.
"Okay, then I'll excuse you. Sorry my schedule is congested, so can't linger." Deska.
"Sir, when can we go home? I am tired of having to take care of him every day. He's like a baby" Dara complained spontaneously.
"Huh! you think I want to be like this? Uh, don't you feel sorry for me?" hiss Reza while pulling the end of Dara's clothes.
"You guys keep noisy, will I marry you?" asked Deska withholding her laughter.
"No!" pekik both.
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Meanwhile, in another place, Neta again came to eat her child. She was crying but this time it was not as blue as yesterday. This time he was calmer.
Kei, this morning he had gone to take care of the divorce as well as the release of his shares. Kei took the step of selling his shares. Yes, all the steps he took to get peace of life.
If he had an ambition to protect and defend his property, this time he was no longer on the same mission. Much advice from Grandma Fuji stopped by and filled her thinking. Now the goal is just to find peace with his little family.
Grandma Fuji set an example of herself to Kei. That time ....
"Key, you're already at this point. In the past, grandma has reminded you not to be too ambitious for matters of property. Think about your old age and your calm. The sense of calm is simple Kei, but expensive for those with a high sense of prestige" said Fuji's grandmother.
"What doesn't make you sure Kei? He who is lying down has not been able to make you feel certain? She's the right woman for you Kei, the woman who will take care of you when you're old. Look at this grandma who used to be so busy working that she felt she had only one child."
"Now granny is aware, getting old and lonely is not good Kei. do you want to be like grandma too?" ask grandma Fuji.
"You still have time to fix all this. Just let go of what makes you unsettled" Grandma Fuji advised. He then left his silent grandson thinking about his advice.
"What my grandmother said is true. I don't want to be lonely until old age. From childhood I was alone, did I get old until I died later I was lonely?" think Kei.
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Kei just returned from a religious court. A number of questions from lawyers and legal advisers made him dizzy. They still follow the procedure. They suggested mediation.
"Then it's better I don't come and take it right. Just come later at the trial division of the treasure gono-gini only," said Kei slowly as he entered the house.
"Mom, what else?" asked Kei when he met snag grandma who was reading a book with reading glasses.
"Again reading a book, let's not stiffen his brain. How was the meeting?" ask Grandma Fuji.
"They asked for mediation. Grandma, I don't know why I suddenly felt sorry for Salma. 4 years we were together and not always she behaved badly. Did I go too far to put him in jail?" asked Kei who asked the grandmother for her opinion on her worried heart.
"Do you hesitate to part with him? What else does God have to do to open the eyes of your heart? She's not a good woman Kei, Salma's not a good woman" Fuji's grandmother said.
"Oh, stop. I am lazy to argue with you. I'd better just go. Just meet Neta in the back garden. He had not eaten in the afternoon either. I noticed he's getting thinner." Grandma Fuji shuffled and left with her wheelchair.
Kei fell silent. Slowly he started to head towards the back garden. He saw Neta gently wiping the small grave ground and arranging some flowers on it.
"He loved his son very much. His heart is so good, but why is it even met with us who are evil like this. Lord, what plan are you preparing?" kei's heart in novelty.
"Ta, were you there?" asked Kei as he walked closer.
Neta looked over and smiled sweetly. Not much to say, it was just that she directly grabbed Kei's hand and kissed him. Things like this that he never got from Salma.
"Home home? Must be tired, right? Let's go in!" take Neta with a pias smile. He was hiding his sadness.
"In a moment, I also want to greet our child," said Kei who then crouched down after previously smiling and hugging a fleeting Neta body.
"Darling, Papa's coming home. Thank you, you took care of Mama, you're fine there, baby. Hopefully we can get together someday" said Kei, who made Neta slowly approach and rubbed his back.
"Here you go, let's go inside." Neta pulled Kei's hand slowly.
"How was it, was everything all right? fluently? Did you meet Salma?" ask Neta who still politely call Salma with the name Kak.
"She was still being polite even though what she was talking about was the woman who had left our child dead. He doesn't even hold a grudge. I became more and more convinced that what Grandma said was true. Yes, you are the right woman."