Why Should I ?
In-law Welcome

Kinanti went back inside the house. This time, his disappointment led him not to be curious about the contents of the letter he had just received. He put it in a drawer, covered it with a pile of books and left it for granted. 'later I will read it when my heart is no longer sick because of you' so it is implied in his heart.

"who was Kin the guy? really serem. You got any debts?"

Again and again, Santi made Kinanti flinch. His arrival was always sudden and without excuse. Even his feet were heard in Kinan's ears.

"the bird, what's flying anyway? Ngagetin mulu from earlier"

"hahaha, sorry Kin. It's not the flying mbak, but you're the dreamy one"

Kinanti looked back. It is like holding a wound that has not fully healed.

"hello, Kinan?"

"uh, sorry Mommy. I'm going to the kitchen first yeah, I'm going to make Dira milk"

"it's child! The brain is often"

Kinan passed, he left Santi who was still cool with his babble.

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"Ram, aren't you overtime?"

"lady Dir, I want to go home. The spirit of overtime"

Rama patted Diro on the shoulder and quickly stepped out of the factory area. A full day he did look uninspired, but he did not get scorned even though he arrived late. I don't know, what other burden makes him lethargic without passion.

He swung his old ontel back. Moving with the remnants of the energy he still had. His stomach began to rumble in rhythm with the rotation of his legs.

He was only breakfast bread this morning, lunch also did not eat because it did not bring provisions. Wanting out of the factory also takes a long time because the stalls are very far away. Usually, he always bought when leaving, but the delay in waking up this morning made him rush and not think about the stomach.

Tok tok tok tok

Rama knocked on the door gently, several times until a voice came out from within, and opened the door for him.

"you're not overtime Ram? The child outside is getting worse than you are. Should be more diligent dong! What do you want your wife's child to eat"

"Rama is tired today ma'am so not overtime"

"doesn't you keep Dira tired? I also have a two-day child who has been complaining about her work!"

Duh, gems. Rama answered wrongly again. Instead of being okaykin, cepet are welcome to go in and keep asking for a break now this? Even more sprayed! Not tired of saying something every day.

'try Aladin it was my friend, I just rub the tekosnya already come out of money, just stuck in the mouth of this mother-of-the-mom this one. Surely diem' Rama only dared to answer in his heart. He chose to bow and desperately tried not to hear it.

"what the hell is buk? People just came home bisr first go to cake, no shame what seen the neighbors?"

Sister Wulan is increasingly visible on the bright side, yes although she likes to be arrogant and indifferent to the situation, but at least she is the type of human who likes to call for the truth.

" naean. Let a lot of people know that Rama is not a father."

Fortunately, even if the sentence is hurtful but Ms Wati answered it while entering her room. At least it can give time for Rama to breathe a sigh of relief.

"don't listen to Ram, I like it."

"yes. Rama knows it"

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"father's son why cry baby? Do you want to be the same Dad?"

As soon as he entered the room, Rama was greeted by the cry of Nadira. Yes maybe he was afraid of being left alone by Kinanti.

"here, same dad... Cups"

No blood bond does not preclude the bond between the two. Dira looks comfortable with Rama's decapitation, as evidenced by his silence once his skin is in contact with Rama.

Not long after Rama returned to bed Nadira, Kinanti entered the room. He had a towel and his hair still looked wet. Engraved a smile at the corner of his lips, he also approached Rama to kiss his hand.

The heart of Kinanti is still doubtful. However, the woman did all her duties as a wife. Not that he meant it to everyone. She never said her heart, her feelings, nor did she ever reply to Rama's chat when she wrote the word I love you. But, Rama was determined by the taste, he was sure that the woman would melt away as time went on.