I Love You, Mr. Malhotra

live with you

in a city known for its cold weather and beautiful nature.

a woman was walking to shop at a market located not far from her home.

she bought some fresh flowers and bought some vegetables to make food for her husband.

after everything was bought, he rushed to go home, he greeted some mothers who were seen driving their children to school.

Rohan was getting ready to go to the office, he was wearing a suit that had been prepared by his wife.

"honey can help me wear a tie" Rohan called out loud enough.

"yes dear," replied Salwa who came to bring breakfast for them

she immediately paired a tie that was the color of Jaz wearing her husband.

after she finished, she fed her husband breakfast this morning, both of whom were very happy to be staying here.

moreover, they do not have to face problems anymore, because here no one bothers them.

"i'm leaving, baby, sorry I might not be able to go home for lunch" Rohan said.

"i know that, so take this and if you're hungry don't forget to eat, and this is a drink that can make fresh, so spend it, baby," said Salwa.

"it must have come, well father's daughter, father go first, see you," said Rohan who left

Salwa also began to clean up some items that had not been cleaned.

when he finished, he chose to make a milk pie because he suddenly wanted to eat the food.

because here it was still layman and new, so he preferred to make it himself.

after that, he tasted it a little and then chose to sit on the swing on the porch while reading a book.

while he was very calm, a child passed by carrying merchandise.

"mom's buying some fruit?" ask the boy.

"come here, what are you selling?" salwa asked to see the boy.

"i sell a lot, there are oranges, apples and grapes, do you want?" haggle the boy.

"maybe, give me one tie for each fruit, oh yeah shouldn't you be in school?" ask Salwa

"the school has a mistress, but unfortunately the teacher is not there" replied the boy.

"i mean how, how could his teacher not exist" confused Salwa

"look at it for yourself if you don't believe me, if you want I can take you to see my school" the boy said.

"alright, but what's your name, I'm not comfortable calling you" Salwa said.

"my name is Arjuna Sanjay, but everyone calls me papu, so the mistress can call me papu like the others" the boy said.

"well papu, now call me Salwa, and stop calling me madam okay," replied Salwa who took her bag and locked the door of her house.

"well, Brother Salwa, come with me, and I assure you that all my friends will be happy when they see a teacher coming to teach us, yes, no matter how here it is rarely who cares about us street children," said papu sounding iris.

arriving at a building that there is only one room, it was very simple with chalkboard.

there was not even a table or a chair for them to study, suddenly a woman came to Salwa and papu.

"the class was off today, because I couldn't teach" the woman said.

"yes I know, but Salwa said she wanted to see the school" the boy replied.

"if you don't mind, I can help teach the children here rather than me sitting quietly at home" Salwa said

"really, but there probably won't be any salary because it's a school that I'm making for street kids around here" she replied

"well then, tomorrow you can come at ten in the morning, and introduce me to Priya's mother,"

"well hello to you, I'm Salwa Dilwar Malhotra" Salwa said.

the woman looked surprised when she heard Salwa, the article she knew the Malhotra family.

the Ayang family is the most wordy and influential in all of India, which is why the company is everywhere.

but unexpectedly, even the wife of one of their sons is so kind you do charity like this.

Salwa then said goodbye because she had to prepare for learning tomorrow morning

she felt so happy because what she liked would now be a good way through the time when her husband was working.

Salwa arrived at his house, from in front of him was a postman.

"yes sir, what's up?"

"oh this is madam, there is a package for Rohan's master Dilwar Malhotra," said the man giving the box.

"alright, but who sent it, because we just moved here," confused Salwa

"it was from Raj lord Aryan Malhotra," replied the man who made Salwa smile and brought the package into the house.

after that it turns out Rohan sent a message not to open the money package came.

Salwa agreed, and now she's looking for the book she'll use tomorrow.

luckily the school was not far from his house, only about two hundred meters from his house.

so Salwa will be able to walk to the school without having to find a vehicle.

he sat down to enjoy the orange he bought from Papu, and it tasted very good even though it was sweet but there was a sour taste that made him feel if this orange was suitable for him.

after that Salwa chose to clean the house a little and then cook for her husband who will soon be home.

sure enough, when the day was a little twilight, Rohan came and immediately embraced Salwa's body.

"i miss you dear" said Rohan.

"i'm also brother, how was your day, what was the fun in the office?" asked Salwa gently.

"of course, as usual," replied Rohan.

"oh yes I put the package in the living room, no problem, because the package is quite heavy, and I want to tell you something, brother," said Salwa who tried to stop her husband who hastily opened the package.

it turns out it's cash and also a new book seta reading book for elementary school.

"what's this?"

"i already know that there is a street school here, and I want you to be the one to contribute my teaching skills there, so Raj and I will be the ones to give me a lot of help, this is from Raj first for renovation and this book can be shared with children, I will also donate money" Rohan said.

"well, actually, I also met Priya, the woman who founded the school, and tomorrow I will start teaching, is it okay?"

"of course, honey, as long as you can't be exhausted, so please don't be so damn good about yourself" Rohan said

"well brother," answered Salwa happily.

this evening they ate together with a special menu, namely Lentil soup which was first cooked by Salwa.

and Rohan did not expect that it would taste as good as this, and his favorite fried chicken tebtubsaja also should not be missed.

and at night, the atmosphere became very cold and made Salwa want to continue with her husband.

and Rohan also as much as possible did not bring workers home because it could make his wife sad.