Husband Setting

The Wise Man Say

Desy's worries disappeared instantly, when he heard the roar of a car entering the fence. Since getting news from Kira, Desy can not sleep, so he waited for his son in the living room with Rendi until dawn arrived.

He rushes to wake Rendi, and opens the door for Darren and Jen.

"You ain't nothing, are you?" sergeant Desy sees Jen and Darren getting out of the car.

"No, no, Ma .. We're fine." Darren took his mother's hand for a kiss.

"Thank God, son .. mama is so worried that you haven't been home till late." Desy turns to Jen who smiles awkwardly.

"Sorry, it's been for Mama to worry," Jen said sincerely. He was really embarrassed because it had caused all residents of the house to be hit by anxiety.

"What matters is that you're okay." He rubbed his daughter's hair gently. Kira told him everything and left Jen to him.

"Clear yourself immediately, yes .. mama prepare breakfast," he concluded ending the discomfort here. Rendi immediately invited the children inside, dawn had long reverberated, and they had to hurry.

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Desy was busy in the kitchen, preparing breakfast as usual. Today he had to hurry, because he had opened his flower shop again.

"Ma ..," Darren's call made Desy a little surprised and turned her head quickly as she heard no sign of her son entering the kitchen.

Darren approached his mother, standing in front of the burning stove.

"What's wrong?" Desy knows Darren's predicament, for sure after what happened to Jen, she will think about putting their lives in order now.

"Darren wants to sell the motor." Darren didn't dare look at his mother. He was busy moving his hands between the ingredients that had lined up neatly in each container.

Desy hinted that Darren would give her the vegetables she was playing. "Why? Already bosen? I used to buy it." Desy remembered how Darren was willing to hold back for the limited edition bike. However, he left all the decisions to his son.

"The spare part is expensive ...," Darren replied with a smile. He held out one by one the materials his mother asked for. From the smell, his mother would cook the capcay.

"Yes, if you want that. Sok atuh, sell it, Mama follow your decision. Mama doesn't like riding your bike, it's kind of hard to ride."

Darren actually somewhat hesitated his mother agreed, he had a debate about the motorcycle with his mother. "Really? I'm not angry, am I?"

Desy stopped the motion of stirring the capcay that had revealed a distinctive fragrant aroma. He looked at his eldest son. "Mama sprains actually, because mama has already said, use the motorbike is ordinary, not expensive. But yes, now it's up to you, as long as the money is not used up for snacks or just playing games, remember it already has a wife, soon have children. Even though your in-laws are rich, that doesn't mean you want to feel good. Real work, even if it has your own sod."

Darren thinned his lips, then patted his mother on the shoulder, intent on seducing and calming. "I understand, Ma .. so now I want to seriously work, no kidding anymore. Doain this son of yours can guide my wife into a rich good wife of mama."

Desy laughed, but her heart was deeply moved. Absolutely not expecting, if his son who had grown up was very wise. "Sure, Son .. Mama will wish you all the best."

"Eh, Ma .. gosong, tuh." Desy would pull Darren in his arms, but Darren's head stretched to the side, seeing his capcay was overripe and almost charred.

Desy widened her eyes, followed by a deep breath. "Astagfirullah, Darren .. This is all because of you," exclaimed Desy frantically and took a gratuitous spatula. "You the hell, disturb mama cook, so gosong, right ... duh .. papa kesian this bring stock. Shame on me, this is later. Time manager gosong ...."

"I'm sorry, Ma .. by accident," Darren retreated while his mother was still nagging at length.

***

While in the room, Jen is busy arranging her clothes into Darren's closet, and packing her outrageous lingerie into the suitcase, leaving what is still tolerable and polite.  Scary once the shirt, the effect can be back pain until the morning.

After arranging clothes, Jen idly opened the phone while taking a break. Since last night he thought about selling the apartment above called Diego. He's not a rich kid anymore, so why be ashamed to take what he gave Diego, he thought. Almost 70% of the apartment is the money. It's okay to make a face on a bad guy like Diego the bastard.

First he contacted Vaya, asking for the opinion of his best friend through a message. But it seems, he has to be patient because Vaya has not read his message despite having waited a little long.

"At least you can make some more capital, right? Nyesel used to not mourn even for lizard stamped male," complained Jen while throwing her body on a lazy sofa that immediately burst.

"Bodo is very bad, besides D is also evil. I split the tar in two, and I'm 75, he's 25. The entire cost of the intermediary is borne by him. Haih, not yet the car that I was in was also nyicil. Ish, I'd like to ask you to come back!"

Jen starts counting, whatever she can remember while spending money on Diego. Calculate the total profit and loss, then charge all the costs to Diego. Let's just say, it's worth it for a scum-smelling bastard like him.

***

The chatter of the two women of different ages seemed familiar, interspersed with jokes, Desy painstakingly taught Jen flower arrangement. Until when a black car stopped in front of the house, they immediately stood up to welcome who came.

"Papa ..," Jen said when she recognized the car. He gulped when his feelings dulled. His mind had already said a no-no when it saw his father get off the car. The dark ash suit looked haughty wrapping around his papa body. Elegant movements when buttoning again his suit, made the half-century man look authoritative.

Jen intends to run away, maybe her father brought a letter of termination of family relations between them. O Lord, if his pestilence had been broken and his prestige was as tall as a kale tree, he would have scattered his flee to the feet of the father and begged that he be forgiven. However, he was not in such a position right now. Not yet had Jen moved from her position, Desy calmly and happily welcomed her besi.

"It's busy, how come it's here at this hour?" Desy opened the door wide to welcome the besan.

"There are meetings around here." He gives Desy the code with his eyes when he asks Jen where she is.

"Come in, yuk .. she's inside." Desy steps away from the doorway and lets Harris in.

"Pa ..," said Jen as she could do nothing more. He still went to his father even though he was reluctant.

"You're okay, aren't you, honey?"

What's?! What the fuck?

Jen was dumbfounded until her lips that had been clenched were now separated.

"Every night, Jen didn't say goodbye to Papa coming home, did she? Is Jen angry with Papa?"

A rock the size of a mountain seemed to roll over Jen's body, squeezing her until she flattened. Gusti ... This is my Papa a real angel, Jen's inner self with teary eyes.

Jen lowered her head while playing her hand in front of her body. "Sorry, Pa ... Jen thought, Papa is as angry as mom, so .. yes, Jen—"

"Papa doesn't have a reason to be angry with you, does he? Jen knew, didn't you know that when you were angry, it was Jen's fault that was inexcusable?"

Jen nodded. "Sorry, Pa ...."

"Good, so now Jen has to take responsibility for Jen's actions." Jen raised her head, the more sad her face was at the moment.

"Not a punishment, Jen .. but you have to promise to be a better child, especially now that Jen already has a husband that Jen must obey. Papa doesn't defend you, Papa just wants you to know that we only want what's best for you. Got it, right?"

Hygiene ....

Harris stuffed his hand into his pants pocket, he let out a deep breath.

"Jen understands, Pa.. forgive Jen, yes ... Jen promised to be a better baby."

"And a good wife, of course." Harris stretched out her hand taking Jen in her arms. "Papa's son will definitely be a good boy all." She rubbed Jen's hair and dyed it occasionally.

"Sorry Jen, Pa ..," isak Jen, who was deeply moved by her thoughtful treatment. He never judged his children, but he always showed them where their feet went. The mistakes of a child do not seem to have to be judged cruelly to make the child traumatized. Every mistake has a strong motive and great wisdom. It remains how the person judges from the right angle.

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