
#WEDDING_DIFFERENT_AGE
The Part 104
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The pearls hurriedly entered the children's room. Followed by Gilang who deliberately tailed from behind. They wanted to see why their children could cry at the same time. Upon arrival in the room, it turns out there are already baby sisters who are trying to silence them. But it doesn't seem to work. Even the four twins seemed to be deliberately compact refusing to be given milk by their caregivers.
Pearl glanced at her husband then immediately stepped over to them. Unlike usual, the four twin babies act like that. They include babies who are henchmen and never fussy. Crying if you feel hungry, full diapers or just having a bowel movement. But now...
“Cup...cup..cup...why are mommy kids on cry all?” Pearl takes over the duties of the caretaker Arshaka and Arseno. Ask for a bottle of milk they then try to drink it on them.
Likewise with Gilang who helped silence Arshila and Arsyifa. The four twins instantly went silent, enjoying the milk they drank from the milk bottle. Moreover, Pearl sang a sleep-conducting song.
“Mommy, sepeltinya wiping cangen same mami?” azka's great-grandson who had just seen her sisters crying. Without being able to do anything.
The pearl frowned, not understanding the intent of the words of his eldest son. Kangen.how can. Pearls are not at home all day.
Gilang reviewed the smile, able to catch the look of the face of confusion from his wife.
“Perhaps the meaning of Azka is since the arrival of the woman this afternoon, you just locked yourself in the room without wanting to go out just to see or accompany them! Hence now the twins protest for missing their mommy!” obviously then.
The pearl patted his forehead. Feeling guilty for abandoning her children because of the presence of a woman who claims to have given birth but who can leave her for her own pleasure.
“I'm sorry mommy, huh? Mommy was wrong for ignoring you?” regret Pearl.
“Ndak, Mommy isn't here! That's bad anyena already ikin mommy angis!” Azka was upset when she recalled how her mommy cried after the woman's departure.
Now the pearls are made to smile. Proud to have Azka as his son. Even if only the adopted son.
“This hug mommy!” The pearl spread out both hands, letting the boy into his arms.
The child and the mother embrace each other, pouring out their affection.
“Oh...so the only one to embrace is Azka doang? Her daddy wasn't hugged?” Gilang was envious to see the intimacy between mother and child.
Pearl whizzing. Be amazed at her husband's sometimes envious behavior towards his children. Azka shut her mouth while giggling, afraid that her voice would make her sisters wake up.
Meanwhile, the caregivers of the twins who had been so spectators could only hold back laughter. They were envious to see that togetherness.
And Sri who secretly peeked from the outside was no less envious. It felt like he wanted to be in the position of Pearl, loved by a perfect man like Alvian Gilang Dirgantara. Handsome and famous men are twisted in the universe.
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Intan is finished with a flower-patterned white tunic that is up to knee length combined with black jeans and a white hijab. Not to forget he was wearing black pantofel shoes as well.
Opening the door of the room then stepping towards the living room that was not so spacious.
“Intan, where are you going? Early in the morning is it neat?” scold his mother.
Intan. “Intan want to try to find work ma'am, so there is a fixed income for us! Intan can not if you have to see the mother constantly wash clothes neighbors to get money to eat everyday! While the results of sales of plants on the roadside are uncertain, sometimes it can sometimes not!?” intan answered and approached his mother who was sorting out the neighbor's clothes that had been ironed last night.
“What do you want to do? While your last hijasah is only SMP!” said Ms. Aisyah.
“Anything ma'am, the important is halal!” Intan grabbed his mother's hand to kiss the back of her hand.
Miss Aisyah just nodded. Her lips were speechless. Intan's future becomes dark because of his foolish nature that always succumbs to his twin brother. Letting Hani roam free destroys the lives of her husband and children and allows herself to languish behind bars for the wrongs her brother has done.
“Mother will always pray that you can find your happiness like your twin brother who is already happy with his new family!”
Intan smiled thinly. “Thank you, ma'am? But mother should also know that Intan is happy now because Intan has a mother who always loves and loves Intan sincerely!”
Again the two hugged each other, giving each other strength.
Intan is grateful when his life is at the most falling point, he is reunited with his real mother. It is not the mother who merely claims to be the woman who gave birth to her and her sister into this world but easily corrupts and neglects the lives of her children.
Intan. Hope luck will side with him today.
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Already many times Intan in and out of the company one to another company in order to find a job. But he did not get. Most of the companies he went to were not opening vacancies. And if anyone is in need of additional employees, at least his education must graduate High School and even then only as a cleaning service.
Intan asked to be given a job. But it didn't work. There are even some of them who deliberately ridicule or demean it, because the educational background that Intan has is very minimal. It is only the SMP. Intan was not offended at all. It is in fact like that.
Intan took a deep breath and then exhaled. Today luck has not been on his side. But tomorrow or the day after, Intan can definitely get a job that suits his abilities.
The clock is five o'clock in the afternoon. Intan continued to set foot along the road to find angkot. Suddenly it rained so hard. Inevitably Intan ran to the role of a bakery and chose to take shelter there.
While standing waiting for the rain to subside, a white sedan car passed quickly. Intan had to be affected. His entire body was wet with kunyub because it was splashed by rain water.
Intan wants to curse but free. The driver of the car would not hear it. Intan took a tissue from inside her bag to clean out which one she could clean first.
“Basic of the rich, a great hobby of playing speed on the road! Don't know if their actions could harm others!” Intan grumbled in annoyance. The clothes he was wearing were not shaped because of the dirty rain water splashes earlier.
“But at least I'm not a person who likes to play with other people's feelings like you already do!” somebody's great-grandson.
Intan's face looked up to see who was talking. A handsome man of atlentis stature with a large stature. The man was now standing right in front of Intan, making his heart pound very fast. Intan swallowed his saliva over and over again, whether he had wrongly seen people. Intan rubbed his eyes repeatedly, hoping that his vision was wrong.
“You until whenever you rub your eyes, still what is seen in the eyes of elo it's me!” satirize the man cynically.
Intan is getting misbehaved, not knowing what to do. Why at a time like this, he must be reunited with the figure of a man who really wants to be away.
“Ngapain kak Kelvin here? Shouldn't it be in Jakarta?” tanya Intan ventured.
Kelvin chuckled a little, putting both his hands in his pants pocket. Clarissa is still the same as before. Proud and stubborn. But despite all that, she is still a sweet woman.
“Gue is on a business trip in the area around here, but not even met elo!” answer Kelvin who is no less cynical.
Mangosteen intan. Just trust the words of that man. That's not his business either.
The mood became quiet. Plus the rain is starting to stop. There are only small specks that are not much.
“You home?” kelvin asked to break the silence that occurred a moment ago.
“Iya,” replied Intan briefly.
“Need ride? If you want I can take elo?” ask Kelvin again.
Intan shook his head quickly. He could not have received an offer from the man. Could-can hideout so far can be known easily by Kelvin. While all this time he and his mother deliberately away from them all in order to have a quiet and peaceful life.