Marrying an Imperfect Man

Past Times

Bu Ira stared at the interaction between Mr. Munir and Mak Nah. Just as he was going to the kitchen, Ira's mom undone his intentions. He turned towards the outside. It just so happened that he passed through Madam Robert's room. Ms. Ira stopped her steps when she saw her husband talking to Mak Nah.

So they know each other

Ira's mom didn't come out. He went back to the kitchen. His mind was filled with questions.

Where did they get acquainted? Are they old friends? Or even more than just friends.

Ira continued to monologue in her heart while cooking her husband's favorite food.

"What's Bune? It smells good." Mr. Munir entered the kitchen and went straight to Ms. Ira. His nose smells of Bu Ira's cooking.

"Why is Bune cooking? There's no chef now." Mr. Munir looked at Mr. Ira. He scrunched his forehead when he saw his wife's face flat.

"Bune what's up?"

Mom Ira smiled. "Wrong sir, if I wanted to cook for my own husband? Or does Pakne want someone else to cook for Pakne?"

"Not Bune. Bune cuisine is second to none. I just don't want Bune to get tired after taking care of the twins and cooking for me." Mr. Munir embraced and stroked Ms. Ira's shoulder.

"Pakne, the Madam used to live in the village of Pakne yes running from the house?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"And Pakne found it the first time, right?"

Mr. Munir nodded. Was heart?was guessing which way Bu Ira said.

"How did Pakne find him?"

Thinks. How's this.

"That's because the Madam told someone to meet me and bring her letter. So I went to see him."

"Someone's Mak Nah right?"

What I told. Ira must have suspected me

"Yes." Yeah." Answer Mr. Munir weakly.

Mom Ira smiled faintly. He turned his body towards Mr. Munir who was standing next to him. Ira ma'am stroked the face that was beginning to reveal the line of aging.

"Why don't you tell me you know each other? Is Pakne hiding something? Have any of you ever had anything?"

Mr. Munir was thrown like that.

"Ira, things aren't what you think they are."

"What am I thinking?" Mom Ira was still smiling.

"I do know him. He was my old school friend."

"Friends only?" Ms. Ira asked as she continued cooking.

Mr. Munir swallowed. "More than friends." he murmured softly.

Sira is silent. Someone cut his heart.

"Food is ready. Let's eat sir!" bring Miss Ira. He arranged his food into a container and brought it to the dining table.

"Bune, we had lunch" replied Mr. Munir in surprise. Ira Ma'am was silent.

"Where are you going?" asked Mr. Munir when he saw Mr. Ira stepping out of the kitchen.

"Call the Well Mak. He had not had lunch either." replied Ira Ma.

Why do I feel like I have two wives. Must keep their feelings.

Mr. Munir sits languidly at the dining table waiting for the arrival of Bu Ira and Mak Nah.

Revan arrived in.

"Mm really scented. It's delicious, like."

Revan sat down near Mr. Munir.

"Eh Mr. Revan." said Mr. Munir in a weak tone.

"Mother why? Not eating yet? This must be Miss Ira's cooking. The smell is different." Revan took a deep breath in order to sniff out the delicious aroma of the dish.

"Yes. This is Ira."

"Where is my Mom going sir? Why leave you here alone?"

"She was calling Mak Nah to eat together."

"Ooo...What's?"

Revan surprised. He knows a little about Mr. Munir and Mak Nah.

"That's Master, how am I confused?" Mr. Munir rubbed his face.

"Easy Sir. Just marry Mak Nah." replied Revan origin.

"Lord Revan instead of helping to find a way out proposed a new problem." Mr. Munir nagged.

Revan chuckles. "Handering, Sir. Why do I think you should be confused and confused. The past, right? His name is the past, it can only be remembered. My father's life and my future is my Mom Ira. So take care of Miss Ira."

"Why not delicious? Miss Ira and make husband and wife. It is natural to be alone often. Even more than that, it's not papa."

"But sir, I used to leave Inah just like that. So I've always been overwhelmed with guilt at him."

"If so you must speak. Finish it well." Revan patted Munir on the shoulder.

"Can't I have some food?"

"By Mister. Of course I can." Mr. Munir stood up and got a plate for Revan.

As Revan was busy picking up food, Lias came over.

"Mum Ira's cooking is certain."

"Master wants to eat too?" Mr. Munir stood up and took the plate for Lais.

"Come sir, we'll eat together!" bring Lais.

Coincidentally. If I reasoned to eat with the two of them, I could escape from eating the three of them with Ira and Inah.

"Good, Sir." Mr. Munir took the plate back. This time for himself.

The three of them ate well.

Ira came with Mak Nah. Ms. Ira looked up at the three men at the dinner table.

"Mom, Mom, let's eat together!" Revan waved his hand.

Mom Ira and Mak Nah can't resist. They nodded and entered. Take the plate and go to the dinner table.

Ms. Ira sat to the right of Mr. Munir who was still empty. Mak Nah is confused. The only seat he could possibly sit on was to the left of Mr. Munir. There's no way he's sitting near Lais or Revan. It would be impolite.

"I just eat in the kitchen" said Mak Nah.

"No need, Nah." Ms. Ira stood up and guided Mak Nah to sit in the chair next to Mr. Munir.

Ms. Ira then returned to her chair.

"Come, please!"

Revan nudged Lais' arm. As Lais turned her head, Revan gestured with his eyes. Lais shook her head.

The atmosphere looked awkward between Pak Munir and Mak Nah.

"Now don't live here?" Revan opened the conversation to melt the atmosphere.

"Father Master." Well answered short.

"Thank God. There must be something that makes Mak Nah so at home, right?" Revan's getting nosy.

"Because Mrs. I promised to always accompany Madam."

"Oo but soon the Madam will return to her husband, will Mak Nak also come home? Mak Nah must also miss the same husband Mak Nah right?"

Mr. Munir held back his chewing when he heard Revan's question

Mak Nah smiled thinly.

"Master's right. If the madam has reunited with the master, I have no other reason to stay here. I'll go home."

"Did Mak Nah miss the Mak family? If so I can get people to bring them here." Lais said while looking at Mak Nah.

"No sir. There's no one you can bring here. I don't have a family "

Mak Nah looked down sad. Mr. Munir swallowed with great difficulty.

"Mother don't have children?" Revan asked again.

"I'm not married how can I have children."

"Why Mak? Why didn't Mak get married? I see Mak Nah is beautiful. It must be a younger time more beautiful."

"I kept my promise to someone to wait for him. But baby, he never came back."

Mr. Munir immediately choked.

"Pakne, eat it carefully!" Bu Ira thrust a glass of water towards Mr. Munir.

"Master, I'm done. Me first!" Mak Nah stood up from her chair while carrying her old plate and stepped into the kitchen.

"I am too." Ira's mom followed Mak Nah.

After the two women left, Lais and Revan stared intently at Mr. Munir as if asking for an explanation.

Mr. Munir repeatedly swallowed his saliva while wiping away the sweat that began to wet his forehead.

"I'm waiting for you in the study!" lais's word.

He leaves the dining room, followed by Revan.

Finally came too. The moment I worry about the most.

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