Don't Blame Me for Falling in Love

Don't Blame Me for Falling in Love
daily tasks



now Rinjani is sitting on the terrace while reading a book, at home his residence is indeed provided a swing on the terrace of the house.


"Hisai can meet the young Ndoro for a while," called Hasto.


"in the workspace?"


"inggeh Nyai" replied the man.


Rinjani rushed to her husband, Ndaru's workspace is so modern, with bookshelves containing so many books, and also a large table there.


"does there anything you need?" ask the woman.


"come to sit here, I want to know what you used to do first" asked Ndaru who was still busy with all his files.


"it just so happened that I used to teach dance and also teach tutoring for elementary school kids,"


"it's your daily errand, and you can't miss it because I don't like it when I go home my wife doesn't exist, and here are some ATM cards for you," said Ndaru put two ATM cards there.


"but kang mas, for what, because I already have an ATM that you give, especially I am also fierce to shop because it is wasteful," replied Rinjani.


"what? you are a real woman, no, why can you say if it is wasteful, but usually women like to shop, loh,"


"but I don't, it's better to buy books and share them with children, or I can buy some parcels to share with the needy" Rinjani said.


"in that case, it's up to you to do what, you want to throw or burn," said Ndaru touching the two ATMs.


"no mas, let me keep it and later I will shop with mbok Yem," replied Rinjani.


"ask Seto to drive you, because he's my only trusted Hasto," said Ndaru, who was ready to leave.


"well kang mas, what will need to be sent lunch to the kang mas office?"


"maybe, I'll have Seto drive her, please,"


"well kang mas" replied Rinjani


he kissed Ndaru's hand, the man then left with Hasto who also doubles as his assistant.


after her husband's car left, she began to open all the tasks that her husband had given her.


but he was shocked when he saw it, because the task was so much, mbok Yem who was cleaning the dining table smiled.


"don't be surprised Nyai, because it's not a daily task, but a week-long task according to the day" said mbok Yem.


"iya mbok, but I just found out that being the wife of kang mas has all this busyness, and it seems like I also have to go in the padepokan but the mother-mother version yes," rinjani said reading through his every task.


"iya Nyai, if not wrong, at three o'clock there will be a meeting to discuss social services that are usually done on the third Sunday of each month" explained mbok Yem.


"ah yes I remember, every third Sunday the mother will be gone for three days" Rinjani said.


"that's what Nyai already knows, so later do not be afraid, surely Nyai will not be alone anyway, even though the possibility of Nyai will be one of the important people as well anyway," said mbok Yem.


"ok kok that, already ah I want to cook for kang mas stock, because it's nine o'clock noon." Reply Rinjani.


she really did not want to disappoint her husband, she also saw the rules in the store.


because to come to that place should not be original, because he was worried, later he wanted to ask his mother-in-law as the chairman of the paguyuban wife of the members of the padepokan.


Rinjani makes cookies for her husband, she makes pandan chocolate.


mbok Yem helps, and this heart in the meal schedule belongs to her husband's menu is grilled chicken, mixed vegetables and brown rice.


everything is ready and later just ripen, even the pastry made by Rinjani is also finished.


she decided to take her jar to her in-laws' place, "excuse me, can you meet her,"


mbok tum who saw Rinjani smiling, "Young Monggo Nyai, Nyai is in the reading room, what's coming?" ask the woman friendly.


"just want to give a cookie, happened to make a lot for the office kang mas Ndaru, and I want to give this to mother," replied Rinjani who was also polite.


"for a while, call me, Young Nyai sat down first" said mbok tum who immediately rushed into one room.


from inside the house, Angga looks out with a bag, "wah brother-in-law, what is this?"


"just want to see mom" replied Rinjani.


"how, surely mom is reading a book, if you may ask later send lunch to the office mas Ndaru no?" asked Angga who was sitting in front of his sister-in-law.


"yes, what's wrong?"


"great, later I also yes, I happen to be going there and the approximation from home to the place mas Ndaru fitting at lunch," said Angga.


"alright then I will send for Angga mas as well" replied Rinjani.


"thank you brother-in-law, oh and don't forget when Ndaru mas comes home, you turn on the scent of Sandalwood he really likes the scent, the fruit he likes is a type of beriberi as well, and he doesn't like dirty bathrooms" said Angga.


Rinjani did not expect to hear such a remark from Angga, but it made him able to prepare at home later.


Nyai Laila came out and immediately greeted Rinjani,"oh said he came to send cake, you are still not healed really kok already bothered like this,"


"do not bother Mom, this is just my favorite cake and mas Ndaru," replied Rinjani.


Nyai Laila tasted it and it tasted really good, and it suited her.


"wah if this cake is definitely Ndaru will like, oh yes already know later in the afternoon come to the same paddokan mother yes,"


"toeh mother, this morning mas Ndaru has also told, only I am still confused to use official clothes or just polite," asked Rinjani.


"wear batik only nduk, as long as it is not official and there is a written invitation, we only use polite clothes," replied Nyai Laila.


"well ma'am" replied Rinjani.


they also talked, and Rinjani knew the habits of her husband and also the ugliness of the in-laws.


while in the office, Ndaru kept sneezing, "who's this that swore at me,"


Hasto entered the room while carrying reports and examples of some fabrics to be produced.


Ndaru checks every detail and makes sure nothing goes wrong as they are well known as a production center for quality silk fabrics.


"good, remember there should be no problems, because these fabrics have been in special messages,"


"well Ndoro," replied Hasto


he went back to his desk and re-designed the shoes that will be worked on in building one.


moreover, there are shoes ordered from one country for schools, not only shoes there are also socks and bags.


because the last design submitted is appropriate but only revise the placement of the school logo.