Alena [My girlfriend was taken by my mother]

Season 2 Part 26

As the day progressed, orange light began to enter my room through the ventilation gap. Mas Dwi was fast asleep next to me. He seemed to enjoy sleeping on his bed again, not on the couch like a few days ago. Her hair was a little greasy, it seemed like she had forgotten to shampoo. Even so, his handsome face did not fade at all.

I was praising my own husband too much. Of course he looks handsome, because I love him. If she wasn't mine, maybe I'd just judge her as normal. I wonder how many women have managed to capture the heart of this handsome man. I would be jealous if any of them were more than me. Hahh, I almost forgot who I was. Just a girl that not even High School has graduated. Of course there are many other women who are much more than I am.

I played Mas Dwi's hair covering his forehead. He woke up and looked at me with sleepy eyes.

"What's up, honey?" ask me with his distinctive voice every time I wake up.

"It's okay, Mom," I replied with a smile.

"What else do you think?" ask again. He's too sensitive.

"I thought, why is there such a handsome man as you, Mas," I answered honestly.

"Hmm, yes," he replied while nodding. "I am an angel, so I am much more handsome than any other human being" he said. Yeah, okay. He is narcissistic, even very narcissistic when the two are like this.

"Sometimes I regret praising you too often, Mom," I said.

"Yes, don't praise too often! Without you praising me I realize I'm handsome" he said to himself.

"Alright." I relented to face his narcissistic soul.

"Dear."

"Hm, what, Mas?"

"I miss," he said.

"Every day we meet, how can Mas say kangen?" ask again.

"I have consulted with the doctor, he said he can do 'that' even though you are pregnant," he said.

Ah, yes I understand why he said he missed me. Indeed, ever since we knew I was pregnant, Mas Dwi never asked 'jatah' from me. That means we've been 'fasting' for a month'. I didn't think he could do that.

"Kok laugh?" tanyakanya.

"It's okay, Mom," I replied with a still stifled laugh.

"Can, right?" ask again.

"Can you do what, Mom?" I asked as if I didn't understand.

"Ah, long!" he complained, then he moved in a split second and now he was on top of me resting with both hands.

"Mas, are you a vampire or something?" I was surprised to see his movements while gnawing several times.

"Yes, I'm a vampire" she replied, and her face came closer to almost kissing my lips.

Honey, suddenly the door to our room was knocked on by someone.

"Oh, ****! Very disturbing!" gerutu Mas Dwi then got off our bed. While me? I laughed when I saw that bad face. It's really adorable.

"What's wrong?" ask Mas Dwi when the door is opened.

"Sorry, Sir. There's a guest, sir" he replied.

"Yes already, soon I come out," replied Mas Dwi again.

"Good, Sir. Excuse me," said Ms. Arum then the door to the room was closed again.

Mas Dwi came back to our bed and sat down next to me. He looked at me for a moment and his expression turned cynical.

"I hate that expression of yours. You owe me tonight" he said again, then kissed my lips for a moment. Then straighten her hair and go outside the room.

I just kept staring at him. Sometimes I still can't believe I have a husband like him. I really love everything that's on him. Including sweet little things like just happened.

A few minutes later Mas Dwi returned with a blue map and placed it on the table. He wrote something on paper and put it on his schedule.

"Who's the guest, Mom?" I asked when Mas Dwi was sitting next to me.

"The office guy, I asked him to bring the files here when he came home from work" he replied.

"It's nothing, there's usually a little problem" he replied as he straightened my hair.

"What problem?"

"That, right, Atika while still on maternity leave. He has someone wrong with his work. He mismanaged the schedule of the agreement, while the other party had already come. So, they are angry and demanding because our office is said to be wasting their time" explained Mas Dwi.

"Ah, it seems trivial but dangerous as well," I replied.

"Hmm, yeah, that's it. But it's okay, there is already a handle kok," said Mas Dwi again. I nodded, a little relieved that Mas Dwi did not have to intervene.

"Mandi gih, it's late afternoon! I want to check the file first," he ordered me.

Scroll the wall clock, the short needle has passed the number 5. I rushed to take a shower and Mas Dwi returned to his desk.

..

That morning, I was watching Ma'am Arum tidying up a flower pot in my small yard. Mas Dwi had already left for work while Tria had not yet come out of her room. Julia's sister isn't in this house anymore, I don't know when and where she's going.

Too bad. It was even better that he was in his own house at that time than to have to move here and be expelled a second time. He also quit where he worked. I can't imagine being Julia's sister, her life is hard.

"Mom, this flower is dead. To be thrown away or what?" Ma'am Arum's question breaks my daydream.

"Yes throw it away, Ma'am. Tomorrow let you find a new flower" I replied.

"Good, Mom."

Ma'am Arum carried the pot to the front of the gate, it seemed like he threw the flowers into the trash. Then he came back with an empty pot.

"In the morning, Ms. Alena," said Ms. Sinta who was passing in front of my house. He was holding a small baby.

"By the morning, too, Miss Sinta. Where are you going, Mom?" ask me for pleasantries while walking outside.

"This is loh, ajakin granddaughter of the streets," he said.

"Well, it turns out that Ms Sinta already has a grandchild? I look so young when I am," I said honestly. Ms. Sinta looks still middle-aged, even younger than Mama.

"Yes, my son got married young. Well, it's okay. Let's say ageless," he replied accompanied by a small laugh.

"Haha, yes, Mom. Funny granddaughter, girl or boy?" ask again.

"Women, but never earrings, so it looks like a guy like this."

Then we chatted little things while taking her granddaughter in jest. His granddaughter is so funny, he can start joking around. I wanted to carry her, but I still didn't dare. Maybe I can try it next time.

Shortly after Bu Sinta left home, came Bu Ijah who had just returned from the market.

"So Bu Sinta brought her grandson," asked Bu Ijah without further ado.

"L-yes, what's the matter, Mom?" my many. Of course there was a reason why Bu Ijah asked like that.

"Bak Alena knows no, it's the kid from the accident knows!" the answer.

"Huh? Meanin?" my question is not to understand.

"Yes, the child was born out of wedlock. Fortunately, the action wants responsibility, otherwise, is it not more embarrassed that his family is Bu Sinta?" said Bu Ijah as if his life was the most straight.

"Well, that's their family thing, ma'am. Why are we interfering?" I said so that this struggle does not continue.

"Yes how not to interfere, I as a citizen is also uncomfortable, Ma'am," said Bu Ijah again.

"What's the difference, Mom? Did the family of Ms Sinta disturb the family of Mother?" my many.

"It's not disturbing, Mother. But, it is not good to see the eyes. I was pregnant out of wedlock, after giving birth to her child was instead entrusted with her grandmother. Uh, her parents were both. Isn't the child lacking aj*r then his name?" bu Ijah said at length.

"I can understand what Bu Ijah is feeling. It's a little uncomfortable to have such a neighbor, but what else? That's their family problem, we have no right to interfere. Even if it happens to our own family, we also do not like, right, if our family is the talk of people?" I changed to talk at length to Bu Ijah. Wishing he could repent and get out of the world of struggle.

"Hah, Madam Alena is not fun to talk to. My speech was constantly refuted," he said as he washed his lips and left me. I just shook my head to see him and immediately went back into the house.