Alena [My girlfriend was taken by my mother]

Season 2 #Part 12

We stopped at the end of a narrow street alley. The place was quite quiet, still felt the beautiful rustic feel. Sprawling rice fields that began to turn yellow. Seen some people wearing caping in the middle of the rice fields. I'm not sure what they're doing, maybe keeping that rice from the bad birds.

Tria brought me to this place. A little more remote than where we lived despite being both a small village. It turns out that Tria had long known the existence of Kak Julia, only she did not dare to meet him directly what else to tell Mas Dwi. I do not know what the purpose is to invite me who is only a brother-in-law and do not know for sure the root of their family problems.

"There, Brother." He pointed to one of the small buildings located right next to the rice field.

"School?" many confused.

"Yes, Julia's sister is on the business staff there."

"You know where it came from?"

"Well, the story is long, brother. For sure I know what Julia's condition is right now."

"Then, what are we here for? Want to see him now?" my guess. He shook.

"I'm scared. Afraid that Kak Julia rejected me, but I was also more afraid that Mas Dwi was angry and kicked me out like Papa did to Kak Julia," he said weakly. I understand, it's not an easy decision to make.

While paying attention to the school building, Tria tells some info that she knows about Kak Julia. Now he is widowed, because the man he married at that time chose to return to his first wife. Sister Julia is supporting herself and a son who has been sitting in 5th grade Elementary. Tria was hoping I could persuade Mas Dwi to take Kak Julia back home. Because the right to inherit the house will be in the hands of Tria, so Tria feels she has the right to invite anyone to live in her house.

"I can't promise, but I will try to talk to Mas Dwi" I told Tria.

Although Mas Dwi always appreciates my every decision, but it doesn't feel like a problem this time. Moreover, I am just a new member, I do not know the point of this matter. Long enough we stayed in the car staring at something that was not even possible to move.

A few days passed with anxiety that continued to bother. I am confused how the right sentence to be able to convey the problem of Kak Julia without making Mas Dwi emotional. Tria also keeps asking me questions every day which makes me even more cornered. I'm just a brother-in-law, I don't think I've had that big of a hand.

"Darling, aren't you sleepy?" ask Dwi to me. He just finished overtime and went straight back to bed.

"Yet, Mom," I replied.

"I've noticed lately that you're rich not in spirit. What was? Any problems at the college?"

"No one, Mom," I replied again.

"Well, let's take a break now, tomorrow's morning lecture, right?" ask Dwi again. He knows all my college schedules.

"Yes, Mum."

He pulled me in his arms, not forgetting that a sweet kiss from his lips landed on my forehead. I know Mas Dwi is exhausted, it does not feel up to the heart if you have to talk about the problem of Kak Julia at this time. It didn't take long, now he was sound asleep. Unfortunately, my eyes could not be closed even though I tried several times.

Finally I could be closed at some time, when I woke up Mas Dwi was no longer next to me. Tumben. I gathered my consciousness before I decided to leave the room. Scroll wall clock, still showing at 6 am.

"Morning, Honey. You up?" ask Mas Dwi who just came in with a cell phone in his hand.

"Hmm, morning, Mas. From where?"

"Bathroom, suddenly my stomach mules. Maybe because of yesterday's sambal geprek chicken," he answered and sat next to me.

"Hmm, yes-yes," I replied as necessary. My eyes still felt so heavy, I wanted to sleep again.

"Honey, I have to go out of town later in the afternoon, but the time is not certain how long," said Mas Dwi. Hearing the word 'out of town' instantly my eyes became clear.

"To where? Wanna what? How sudden?" manyu.

"Job order, honey. I want to take you, but you have a lecture, so you can't come" she replied as she rubbed my hair gently.

"Old, huh?" ask me again with worry. It feels heavy if not together for a day.

"Hopefully no, I can't stay away from you either."

With a heavy heart I allowed Mas Dwi to go out of town. Want how else, the business of work can not be disturbed. I understand he is a hardworking figure, I can't stand in his way for reasons that aren't good.

When Mas Dwi was leaving, I just remembered the message that entered on his phone last night. I haven't been able to ask who sent that message that late. But it does not feel dizzy, it could be a message that forces Mas Dwi to go out of town today.

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Passionate through text messages even video calls we often do. Mas Dwi has only been gone for 3 days. It's a bit excessive because before marriage we never did anything like this, let alone video calls, text messages can be counted. Ever since I got married, I don't want to be far away even if it's just for a little while.

There is no Mas Dwi at home, the house is getting quieter. Tria also more and more often go home late. When asked, the reason is always the same. From a friend's house or doing a task. I try to understand because the task in college is certainly not as easy as school children. He needs a friend to complete his task.

Two days later, Mas Dwi came home. I am glad to welcome his return. I had cooked her favorite meal, hoping that when Mas Dwi arrived, we could have dinner together. Unfortunately, his face looked so tired, he went straight into the room and permission to take a short nap. Well, it's okay, I can heat up my cooking again later. The important thing is that Mas Dwi can rest first.

I took Mas Dwi's clothes out of the suitcase. My dirty clothes were taken to a basket of clothes near the washing machine. He even slept still using his tie. Too bad, he must be tired. I can wake him up in a few hours for dinner.

I sat next to him and took off the tie and button shirt some so as not to be too cramped. Not usually Mas Dwi until like this, I really can't bear to see him work so hard. If I could, I'd very much like to lighten up his duties. But Mas Dwi always refused me to help him on the grounds that I was quite tired of lectures and work at home.

When Mas Dwi's tie and socks I carried to the back basket, I smelled such a sweet fragrance. It turns out the source of Mas Dwi's tie. It feels like Mas Dwi does not have a perfume with this scent, obviously this is a woman's perfume. Why could this scent be so strongly attached to his tie?