Husband Backup
Desas desus at wedding
"Oh, have you been next to Darul Falah's musala? Then wait there. Let me go out" Mama said on the phone.
It must have been an online taxi that was booked ten minutes ago. I'm really happy that Mama is returning to Jakarta today. That way I no longer need to pretend to be friendly with Ale.
"Mama's online taxi has arrived. Mama went back to Jakarta first. You're fine with Ale. Be a godly wife. When you face a problem, talk to your head. Don't let your household end up in court" Mama said before leaving.
I'm just a mangosteen. "Yes, Ma."
Ale and I drove Mama out until she got into an online taxi. We hugged each other and kissed Mom's hand. After the taxi left, I went back to my room. Change clothes and get ready to go to work.
"Naz, can I ask for your time? I think we need to solve our problems."
"Sorry, I don't have time. We'll solve our household problems in court."
Ale's expression was shocked. "You seriously want to go to a religious court? Have you forgotten what your mother said? Want me to repeat his sentence?"
Damnit. Why the hell did Ale have to hear Mama's talk? Huft. I breathed heavily. "OKAY. We're talking about our problems now. No more than 30 minutes."
A smile appeared on Ale's lips. "Well, that's dong. What do I have to do to make you sorry that me and our household didn't end up in a religious court?"
"Hmmm ... What is it?"
I myself was at a loss as to what Ale would have to do for me to forgive him. The reason that makes me want to divorce from Ale is not because of lies and the case of Mami Gia alone, there are many more things.
"Or just write on the paper all my shortcomings and tell me how to make you happy. Let me introspect myself and try to correct all my shortcomings. How's it?"
"Good idea. But you also have to admit the same thing. Write down all my flaws and how to make you happy."
"OKAY. Deals."
Ale's out of the room. Maybe he wants to write it in the living room. I picked up the little book and pen in the handbag. Yup, I go everywhere always carry these two things. Just in case an impromptu idea pops up. So the idea didn't run away.
My finger danced agilely writing down all of Ale's flaws.
Bummer.
Bawel kayak Emak
Scrimmers
I like to put things anywhere
There was never a time when I needed to and could not be a backstop sharing stories.
I don't care about what I like and what I hate.
Obsessed with the happy marriage of others. This is what makes me uncomfortable.
The way to make me happy is simple, be Ale when I was my best friend first and be the back of my heart.
After writing everything down, Ale returned to the room. "Naz, I'm done."
"Either."
"We exchange writing."
I handed the booklet to Ale while she gave a piece of paper. We read each other's writings in our hearts.
"Geez, so all this time you weren't happy with me because of my treatment. Though what I do so that our households are harmonious until practicekin all harmonious household tips on the internet."
My eyes glazed over what Ale had written.
You are 99% the perfect woman in my life. I don't need to write about your shortcomings. I just want you to have time for us and our household to be happy until the end of life.
"Naz, if you give me one more chance, I promise to correct all my shortcomings and make you comfortable in my nature. If I fail, then I'm sincerely suing for our divorce."
There was no reason for me to refuse Ale's request on this one. "Okay, you I give you one more chance. But promise me not to kiss again."
"Ready, big boss. I promise I won't be babbling anymore."
Drrrrt ... Drrt
HP vibrates. On the screen is a WA phone from Sahrial.
I swiped the green phone icon over the sign of receiving the call.
"Hello, Miss Nazneen. About today Miss Naz came to the office."
"Yes, let me go to the office again. What's up?"
"Alhamdulillah. Gini, I'd like to request Ms. Naz's signature for the author's MoU****** that was yesterday hosted by Ms. Wardah."
"Yes already. Wait another thirty minutes."
Sahrial's phone connection was cut off.
"Are you going to the office?"
"hey are. Uda called pemred nih. Wh why? Wanna nag?"
"No. Instead I want to nawarin myself to queue you to the office. Can you?"
"Well, that's dong. From yesterday-yesterday the cake nit nganterin his bin to the office."
***
At the AT Press office. Ale opened the car door and kissed his forehead. "You're the spirit of his work."
Geez, Ale is a real romantic. Fortunately, there are hours of work, so there is no AT Family who saw and pie-ciein us.
"You are also his work spirit. Don't be flirtatious with Mami Gia. Oh yeah, what's your way to the office?"
"Most online projects."
"No need. You bring my car. Pick me up."
"Ready, Boss."
After Ale left, I went to the Sahrial's room first to sign the MoU. After finishing, into the room. The first thing I did was open the email. There was an email from Lily.
Hello, Miss Nazneen. Noveltoon agreed to hold a writing competition with AT Press. Therefore I attach the concept of lombanya.
Thanks for your attention.
Regards,
Lily.
I opened the file from Sister Lily.
Conquer your fear.
Genre: horror, thriller, psychological mystery.
Number of word requirements: min 25k words to 40k words.
Race time 1 April 2020 - 30 July 2020.
Also a good concept from Noveltoon. Now my hand is switching to sending the WA message to Alfian.
Alfian, please come to my room now!
Not five minutes yet, Alfian has arrived.
"What is Miss Nazneen saying to me?"
"Mr Lily sent an email to AT. He said Noveltoon agreed to a writing competition with AT Press."
I explained in detail the contents of the file sent by Ms. Lily. "Where do you think the concept of the race they proposed? We take it? The additional concept of the race from us, will be held together with other AT Family," I asked for Alfian's opinion.
Silent. I glanced at Alfian. He was busy playing HP.
Brak!
I'm breaking the table. "Oi, are you beating me up? I swear, I don't like it the most when I'm talking unnoticed."
Alfian's face paled. "Sorry, Mom. I was not focused. Just now my cousin WA he told me my aunt died. I'm asking permission to go out for a while to go to the hospital."
"Whatever. Don't go back" I replied.
Original, I regret asking Alfian's opinion. You know, I asked Sahrial or Wardah to come into this room.
