Ballad Maid So Madam (Related, Happy?)

Rejection ends in doubt.

"Well, you're nervous." Boby's hand I held tight.

The man smiled and peeked at the top of my head wrapped in a sea blue headscarf, his favorite color.

"You don't have to be afraid, there's a father next to Mamah. They may not be struggling, especially all the assets and sources of their money the father who handles," said Boby.

I nodded slowly, before long the servants lined up neatly facing us.

An old servant came forward and greeted me, "Welcome Young Madam. I'm Miss Mona, butler in the main house."

I smiled at her, Boby grabbed her baby body and I clasped her hand tightly.

"the cake?" chirping.

"Let the servants carry," said Boby softly.

We also walked towards the magnificent house, which was said by the butler as the main house.

"Assalamualaikum," salamku. When we entered the house.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, " replied Boby.

"Dad," I whispered.

At that time an elderly woman who had a beautiful face and looked like Boby walked slowly down the stairs while looking at both of us.

"That's Mamah!" whispered husband.

Shortly after a beautiful woman in tight clothes and too sexy I think walked behind my mother-in-law.

"That's Melani, she's dad's sister!" whispered Boby again.

Suddenly my throat felt dry, many times I swallowed my own salivary .. but not too wet, even now my tongue feels muddy.

"Yes, Mom is scared" I whispered.

We were still standing, because waiting for the two women to get to the bottom floor, it felt like a long time.

"Who is?" ask the young lady.

His hands pointed at me and looked at me from top to bottom.

"Sit down, don't you get tired of standing like that with the women and children you carry" my in-laws said.

Me and Boby stepped towards her and I gently grabbed the hand of my mother-in-law and kissed the back of her hand, as well as Melani.

"So, this woman is the reason you rejected Mr. Gerald's son and you left Selena, ckckck! Since when is your taste low like this?" said my mother-in-law who was full of insinuations for me.

I lowered my head, this rejection is sure to happen. I let out a long sigh and the grip of both of our hands was so tight.

"Mah!"peekik Boby's.

"What's? You came here to make Mamah dependent? Is it not enough that your father died because you stubbornly chose this woman, now you deliberately bring her here to make this mamamah of yours nothing, take Boby's knife, plunge into the heart of mamah ... at least the pain for a moment. Not like this, you're an unruly kid!" snapped my mother-in-law to Boby.

Boby stood up, now Tri handed it to me.

The child and mother came forward and attacked each other with words.

Self-defense, their voices screeching and screeching, harsh words with all condescending speech I heard. Moreover, according to my mother-in-law, her beloved husband is not because of stubborn Boby who chose me rather than marry the woman his parents chose.

I lowered my head, not one bit daring to be able to see what was happening in front of me.

His second voice made Tri wake up and now cry, Boby who heard his son crying .. chose to come up to me and reach Tri to his arms, gently rubbed his baby's back until Tri was calm.

"Intinya Boby has carried out papah orders, has also run the company well and now in fact the company is growing rapidly, should Mamah know, before the papah breathed his last and it was witnessed by Uncle Atmaja. Boby does not lie, Boby has chosen his own heart and life path. All Boby wants is Mamah's blessing for Boby and Rengganis' wedding. Boby was here to introduce Mamah's granddaughter, Boby's son. But seeing Mamah responding to Boby's marriage .. it was impossible that Mamah would hold her, no. .. might not even see her face! It's okay Mah, Boby just wants to say, Boby is happy with living with Boby's wife and children. May Mamah and Kak Melan be healthy always!" boby said at length.

"Well, let's go home!" take Boby to me.

"Who's your son's name?" my in-laws.

"Trijaya Tegar Wardoyokusumo" said Boby.

My husband said without even looking back, I could feel his hand on my hand trembling.

"Let's go home, Mah!" yells slowly. His voice trembled, indicating Boby was holding something.

I looked at my husband closely, and nodded slowly.

We got back in the car and drove out of the mansion.

Along the way we were silent, we were silent.

For me it is natural that a mother does not accept her child to be in opposition, if it is because of me, I feel guilty if I continue to be on the side of the man who is now defying his own mother for defending me who he thinks is appropriate on the side of a Boby Wardoyokusumo.

I hold tight to our two children who are so similar to him, I do not feel I shed tears because really.

Indeed, I shouldn't be with a man far above me.

I still remember all my mother-in-law said.

He doubted me because of my status as a widow, and I who was a poor man, a village and not according to their level.

My heart pinched considering the cake and pudding that had been brought, it must have ended up in the trash can!

Yeah, who am I? To the extent that my in-laws dare to accept themselves with joy.

"Don't think about it." My husband said softly while continuing to drive.

His eyes focused on the road, but I could see his smile growing trying to cheer me up.

"Well, Dad! Thank you for wanting to join with mamah, forgive mamah yes, it can not be the pride of Dad when meeting with the mother-in-law earlier," I said softly. I stroked her cheek and Boby kissed my hand when he accidentally touched her lips.

"It should be the father who apologizes, fearing the words of his mother offended Mamah, but I am sure ... slowly mamah can grieve this Lady Boby as his daughter-in-law!" argue Boby.

I smiled, a little relieved to know my partner like Boby loved me no matter what. Now, he proves what he said at that time.

As soon as I got home, I fed Tri a meal and Boby cut a cake I made last night, some I made for the kids. Although simple, they like it.

"You want coffee?" bargained.

Boby ate my homemade cake so greedily.

"You, same with the cake again Mah. Delicious," chirped.

I also made coffee for my husband while cutting the cake back.

If it's for the husband's business, I never asked the waiter to prepare it. As much as possible, I prepared all my own needs.

Sometimes Boby feeds Tri my homemade cake.

My son is just like his father, so I like my cake.

That day we spent together, not one bit offensive about it this morning.

While chatting, Boby's phone suddenly rang.

The man received a call and suddenly his face paled.

"What's up, Dad?" manya curious.

"May, Inspiration ...."