I Find Himself Within You
Preparation Before Day H
A week passed, Jasmin's parents had also returned home. Seen at her parents' house was very busy preparing for Jasmin and Bobby's engagement. There are those who decorate the garden, room and many more and then-pass people who are busy with their respective work. Jasmin himself did not know what he was doing. He also has not been to the hospital. He decided to approach the mother who was in the garden.
"Hi ma'am..." Jasmin said to my mom.
"Hi princess, what do you think. Is there anything less?" Issabell showed Jasmin the garden decorations for value.
"Ehm. I think it's already ma. All perfect. Mama is the best." Jasmin Seloroh.
"Yes dong princess, whose mother dong once was"! Issabell.
"Ma, today I want to see the cafe for a moment. The boss at home keeps no work." Jasmin's permission on his mother.
"Yes princess, I can. But ask Bobby yes". Issabell's Order.
"No ma'am, Jasmin can be alone. Later even ngerepotin mas Bobby." Push down the delicate Jasmin.
"Oh, can't be princess. From now on, if this princess mama is going anywhere, it has to be won by Bobby. Eits, no rejection!" Assertive Issabell who saw Jasmin want to reply again. Jasmin could only step down and nod.
"Yes, now you call Bobby tell you to go." Issabell's orders again.
"Yes ma.." Jasmin nodded while taking out the flat object inside his pants pocket.
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Meanwhile, in the company...
Bobby and Mr. Darwin are in a meeting with the directors and heads of the subsidiary companies in the meeting room. Their concentration breaks when they hear a cell phone ringing that turns out to belong to their CEO. Bobby glanced at this who called him. It was from the lover. Bobby approached Mr. Darwin and whispered.
"Om, from princess." Bobby said in a whisper.
"Yes you just lifted it outside." Bobby nodded and went out. Mr. Darwin and the others continued their meeting.
"Hallo baby, what's wrong? Tumben's calling this hour?" Ask Bobby to investigate.
"Hallo. Gini, I want to see the cafe for a while. I kept asking permission from my mother, she said tell antherin mas. I can do it myself. Must be a bother, huh?" Bright Jasmin. Bobby listened with a smile.
"Dear, I was meeting again. There's also Om Darwin. But not pa-pa, then permission to Om." Answer Bobby.
"No, I'm bothered again. Where else is the meeting too. Mama anyway, told you I can even send mas to anterin me." Jasmin's grumbling is upset.
"Udah is not pa-pa. Don't be angry anymore. I'll pick you up soon." Bobby calms his lover.
Tut. tut's.. Phone connection is broken. Bobby goes back to the meeting room, and tells him that Jasmin asked to be picked up. Mr. Darwin nodded, allowing Bobby to escort the princess. Let Om meet that handle. Highlight the eyes of Mr. Darwin hinted like that. Bobby nodded and went outside to his room to get his car keys and suit.
Bobby prepares to drive his car to pick up the lover, suddenly he sees the son who is preparing the car. He recalled that Jasmin asked to invite the Son and his family. Although there is a feeling of unwillingness, but Bobby will still give the Son an invitation so that the lover is not disappointed in him. He then picked up the invitation book in the back seat, and immediately got out of the car to approach Putra.
"Sir Son". Sapa Bobby approached.
"Sir, how can I help you?" Ask the Son was a little surprised because there was his master who had stood not far from his place.
"I just want to give you this. Jasmin asked me to invite you to our engagement". Obviously Bobby while presenting an invitation book to the Son. The son received the invitation book without blinking.
"Don't forget to come, Mr. Son. If so, excuse me first. Please continue with the work." Bobby passed away leaving the still-staring Son looking at the invitation book. His heart throbbed pain imagining the man who resembled his wife would be with another man.
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Today, the Son came home early because Mr. Darwin decided to go home after the meeting. Approximately it took two hours of meeting earlier because it wanted to complete all the work before the engagement of his son. And this is where Putra is now, sitting on a worn sofa on the porch of her house tasting her mother-in-law's cake.
"What's the matter, son, don't you usually daydream a lot like this?" Ask Miss Rossa from inside the house and sit on the sofa opposite the Son.
"There's nothing ma'am. Here, Jasmin invites us to attend her engagement." Answer the Son while giving the invitation book that was given by Bobby.
"So, because of this you look dreamy, hmm..". Ask Miss Rossa.
"It's not so mom. Mother don't misunderstand me. Son..."
"What a son, I understand how you feel. You wouldn't want someone who looks like your wife to be with another man?" Seloroh Bu Rossa was on target. The son just kept quiet and looked down. Miss Rossa smiled to see that the Son was silent.
"We're not going to attend their engagement". Miss Rossa said firmly.
"But mom..." The son interrupts but hangs to see his mother-in-law staring at him firmly.
"No son. I didn't let you attend the show. I can't see you locked up in the past. You have to get up, son. Jasmin isn't your wife even if their faces are the same." Say a fiery Rossa bu with teary eyes. Actually, he did not want to attend the engagement of Jasmin for fear of meeting with Mr. Darwin and Mrs Issa. He is not ready if they ask questions that are difficult to answer later. Miss Rossa also does not want any enemies of her former employer to know of her existence who had managed to hide themselves all this time. Yes, Miss Rossa used to be the chief aide to Mr. Darwin's house. Because of something, she resigned as a maid. The thing that he had been covering up all this time and only he knew.
"You believe me, don't you, son?" Ask Miss Rossa to the Son.
"Yes mom. Son believes in mother". Answer the Son a little unwilling if not come to Jasmin's engagement.
"Yes, I went inside to rest." Miss Rossa then entered leaving Putra alone on the porch. The son still did not move and was still staring straight at the street without thinking what..
