
"Darling, I'll get to work first, okay?"
Yukita was holding a broom, pinning her stalk in the armpit. He was sweeping the house that could be said to be quite spacious.
"Aa, Yuki also wants to go to work. Yuki is bored at home constantly. Yuki .. feel alone at home."
"Prophe Honey ... If you want, you'll be home! Let Aa make money for our family."
"But Yuki also wants to work Aa ... Yuki's a scholar, right?" whining.
"Yes, patience? Later if there is a job vacancy that is rather good you work. This is all you see for yourself right, after a month looking for work here and there Aa can not get a job too."
His face was sad, already daring to embrace me shamelessly. "Hopefully get a job that matches our diploma huh Aa?"
"For me, what can. Crossing the majors is okay. As long as it can give a living born batih well for you. After that, we look for a contract and live independently without bothering parents.
Yukita looked nodded. Waving his hand, who was still holding a broom. I never thought finding a job could be this difficult.
I turned on my favorite scooter, the sound echoed as I turned the gas. Yukita kept staring at me. Every time I went home for an interview, he always greeted me and asked me if I had gotten a job.
On average, they really liked the CV I submitted. The coumload results that I get make HRD companies eager to invite me to join their companies.
However, the obstacle that I got during the interview was personal matters, I said that I was married. I who was freshgraduated who did not have experience, finally canceled accepted. I've had several interviews, and have had similar results.
Was I wrong, getting married too soon?
Last night I asked my wife for permission to leave me single. At first she cried a lot, because she felt she was not considered a wife. I explained this only before getting a job. Later on when filing, I will be honest that I have a family.
Finally Yukita nodded, though her face looked gloomy. I hugged him, so as not to be moody anymore. I understand why she was sad like that, because I would also be sad, if Yukita claimed to be unmarried. But what power, this is for our lives as well.
While riding the scooter, it still vividly remembered about our chat last night. Doesn't matter if they find out that I'm actually married? It's already into the second month we're getting married. But I still have not been able to give him anything from the results of my own sweat.
Papa's been pretty nyinyir told me to work in his company only. However, I was still determined to try to stand on my own feet. I would be very proud to break the myth that children will continue to be prioritized in family-owned enterprises.
I'll prove that I can be like my old cousin Stevan. You can work on your own without help from your family. He is currently in Japan. As Head of Research and Technology Staff at BOS Organization Sakura's branch. (Young Detective)
I'm sorry, honey. It's for both of us. I know you don't live in my parents' house anymore. But you always hold it yourself. Now you really deserve an adult who has understood everything. I love you Yukita.
Scooters I parked in the parking lot of a law firm. I got a call for an interview after passing the selection online. This law firm needs some freshgraduated people that they will educate to become lawyers.
I met some people who would do the same selection as me. There were fifteen people. Will be selected into five people only, after the last submission of the results of this interview. The last five people who are declared to have escaped, will be given a lawyer education by the owner of this law firm. A famous lawyer who always goes on television.
Then they started interviewing me one by one. Exactly the atmosphere of the trial when I had the thesis exam some time ago. They asked the articles of cases that had gone viral until it was raised into the news long enough to drag the attention of the public.
After asking for knowledge in the field of law, questions spread to personal problems. It is true, it is still related to the status of marriage one of them. This time I had to lie to admit that I was not married. Yukita has also allowed. In my heart, thousands of apologies continue to be made to my beloved wife.
"Well, Brother Akel?" I confess to them my little call. I feel comfortable being called by Akel. Enough of his wife and the closest people who call me Harry.
"Yes sir?"
"Interview with you, we declare complete. Later today's selection results will be presented on our company's website. You can see it there two days from now."
They all stood up and clapped. I salami them one by one. That one-of-a-kind girl's gelagas is a little weird. Makes me feel uncomfortable.
After this I better go home. Accompanying the wife I hurt. Back the scooter I turned on, drove through the streets of Bandung city that is always jammed.
💖
Arriving home, I did not find my wife who usually helped clean the house. I peeked at the room, she was nowhere to be seen either. Around the house, from the front to the back, but I have not found it.
I step foot up the stairs. Trying to look up. That was the location of my parents' and Hady's room. When he met, Yukita was immediately familiar with Hady. Yukita soon feels familiar because Hady is a high school boy, who is still a teenager. Like how the soul of my wife who is also a teenager. Sometimes their closeness makes me feel jealous.
Hah, what the hell is my husband? The same time my high school sister was jealous? Hady is currently in the twelfth grade. He aspires to study at ITB majoring in Civil Engineering.
I found my wife cleaning Hady's room. He was mopping my sister's room. I secretly hugged him from behind.
"Are you home? How come I'm not horrified?"
"What the hell are you? Why even mopped Hady's room?"
"Not knowing A, lately Yuki felt the spirit to clean up." It was like he was sniffing towards my body. Then he shook his hand.
Suddenly he felt like he was vomiting. "A bauk!" said pushing me.
"cnwwweeeeekk ..."
#Otor is almost waving waving to camera #club with so many novels that should be Author up 🤧🤧🤧ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
let me know if there's a typo