Marrying an Imperfect Man

Why Are You Here, Son?

At the same time and town, in a simple house that had a spacious courtyard filled with flower plants, a middle-aged yet still beautiful woman, was sitting while painting. He paints with great concentration while occasionally removing the liquid that melts on his cheeks.

"Mrs!" a woman who is older but still looks beautiful too, came to say hello. The old woman appeared to be a housekeeper.

"Yes, Mama?" the woman who was none other than Mrs Robert, her mother Lais, quickly cleaned her face and turned to look towards Mak Nah. He put a sweet smile on his lips.

"Ear afternoon. The madam better come in. The wind was strong, not good for the health of the Madam." Mak Nah attentively reminded Madam Robert.

"A little while, Mom. Responsibilities. My painting's almost done." Madam Robert returned to preoccupy herself with her paintings.

Mak Nah approached and stood behind Mrs Robert. He noticed a painting of Mrs Robert that began to look its shape.

"Who are they, ma'am?" ask Mak Nah.

"They? This is the face of one person. This is when he was a child, a teenager and an adult." replied Mrs Robert looked at the face in his painting with affection and longing.

"Ooo..who is this aden?" back to Mama asked.

"He's my only son" replied Madam Robert in a voice filled with sadness. Without realizing it, the spot escaped from the tip of his eye. He quickly rubbed it, but it was too late. Mak Nah already saw it.

"Why are you crying? Is he already.."

"No, Mother. He is well and well." replied Mrs Robert who always prayed well for Lais. "He's just far away. Away from me. And right now I miss him so much." Madam Robert stroked the face of Lais in her painting.

"Why far?" Mak Nah who does not know that the more he asks, Mrs Robert will be sadder, ask questions again.

Madam Robert was silent. His mind goes back to the past. In the days he was still very close to Lais until the truth of his wrongdoings was revealed. Madam Robert sighed heavily.

"Because I have made an unforgivable mistake, Mak." replied Madam Robert in a heavier voice than usual.

Mama is silent. Hearing Mrs Robert's tone, she knew that her employer was grieving. His curiosity buried him deep.

"Madam, tomorrow we go to the art village! There the Madam will find many good items." invite Mak Nah with a cheerful voice full of enthusiasm.

Madam Robert nodded with a smile. "Yes, Mom. All of you bought some stuff to fill the empty space on the walls of this house."

"Now the Madam is coming in, yes. It's time for an afternoon shower. Do I need to make hot water, ma'am?"

"No, Mom. Later spoiled. Take a cold shower." Madame Robert then tidied up her painting tools. He covered Lais's face painting with a thin cloth then carefully brought it in followed by Mak Nah.

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The Mr. Munir House.

Revan was busy composing the catalog he was creating. Lais sat next to him while occasionally commenting and giving feedback on Revan.

"For this one, the background color should be made brighter so that the shape of the object appears" said Lais. Revan did exactly what Lais said. They're very compact. Without much argument. Lais no longer puts himself in the position of boss, because at the moment their position is the same.

"Finally done too!" exclaim Revan pleased. "As safe?" Revan showed the end result to Lais. Lais pointed her thumb.

"Good."

"Died to send to the printing press." Revan then contacted his contact printing press. He spoke for a while and sent the file he had put out.

"When's it done?" ask Lais.

"When we get to Jakarta, it's done." Revan then fad surfing on google.

"Lais, look!" he showed the news about the international exhibition. "This could be our way into the art business world" Revan said.

Lais smiled as she read the news, "You remember this guy?." He pointed to one of the names listed in the news as the organizer.

"Henry?Is that Henry?" ask Revan. Lais nodded.

"Goodoo. Call him if we're gonna come" Revan said.

Lais did what Revan wanted. He called Henry. Of course, the contact was shocked, because usually Revan who always talked to him.

Moments later, Lais ends her conversation with Henry.

"How's it?" Revan asked curiously. Lais put on a disappointed face.

"Can't you?" Revan grunted disappointedly.

"Prepare your passport! We're going to Europe." exclaimed Lais. Revan who felt bullied, immediately pushed Lais. Really, after recovering, Lais became ignorant.

They laughed, even Revan danced happily.

"Euforians. We're not okay. Let's buy some good art from the craftsmen. And we prepare everything. We have a lot to do!" said Lais. "Gather more information about the things we buy. Benefits and qualities as well." orders Lais.

The boss aura came out. Revan smiled seeing his best friend excited.

*Keep excited, man. I'm glad to see it. *in Revan. As a friend he was proud to see Lais rise quickly.

The next day, Lais and Revan return to the art village. They choose things that they think are good, not only from the look but also the quality. They also told the craftsmen to be invited to cooperate. The small craftsmen were very pleased with Lais and Revan's offer.

"How do we take him?" muttered Revan looked at that much stuff.

Lais poked her head, "Why is your brain so slow. Lots of transport services too."

"Ah yes. How could I forget." Revan scratched his head which was pinned by Lais.

"Sama.' replied Revan. They laughed together while imagining the faces of their wives.

"Lais, how about when we go to the fair, we're all on our honeymoon?" revan Proposal.

Lais shut up, "Van. My savings are not much. We also still need a lot of funds for our new business. We better focus on the job first." Answer Lais.

"You're right. You're right again." Revan gave his thumbs up.

"Come on! No, Mr. Munir has arrived." Lais pointed at Mr. Munir who came to pick them up. Mr. Munir came with a young man.

"Sir, where's the stuff? Here I bring a vehicle to transport it." asked Mr. Munir.

Lais pat Mr. Munir on the shoulder, "Thank you, sir. Dad was quick to respond. The stuff." Lais pointed at the pile of items arranged in front of one of the stalls where they were sitting waiting for Mr. Munir.

"Gatot, that's the stuff. You haul it!" mr. Munir's orders.

The man who said Gatot immediately did what Mr. Munir told him. Lais and Revan did not remain silent. They helped lift the goods from his purchase to Gatot's pick-up car.

As Lais and Revan were busy lifting things up, a pair of eyes glazed over them.

"Why are you here, son? What the hell are you doing? Why are you picking things up?' muttered Madam Robert who accidentally saw Lais and Revan from a distance.

Mak Nah who was beside him also stared at Madam Robert's gaze. Matany grew up when she recognized that one of the young men who was lifting things was the man in her master's painting.

"Mrs, isn't she Madam's son?" ask Mak Nah.

"Yes Mak. He's my son." replied Madame Robert full of sorrow.

"Why is he here?" mummified Mak Nah.

"That's what I want to know too, Mom. Why is my son here and straddling stuff anyway."

"Lha, isn't that Munir." exclaimed Mak Nah.

"Well you know Mr Munir?" ask Mrs Robert.

"Yes, he's an old friend of mine, ma'am."

"Well, can I ask you a favor?"

"Of course Madam."

"Find out why my son is here. But don't let my son know. Or take Mr. Munir to our house without my son and his friend knowing it." Madame Robert ordered.

"Okay, Madam."

Mak Nah then walked closer to Lais's entourage.

"How are you, Munir?" he greeted Mr. Munir. The man was shocked to see who was reprimanding him.

"Custinah! Is this really you? I'm kind. You how?" Mr. Munir reached out his hand and was greeted kindly by Mak Nah.

Lais and Revan look at each other to see the beautiful old woman greeting Mr. Munir.

"I'm good. What are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm escorting to two of my employers to scout the goods. You alone?"

"I'm just going for a walk, Oh yeah, Munir. We haven't met for a long time. I invited you to my house this afternoon. I'll prepare a banquet for you. Come yes!" said Mak Nah.

Mr. Munir nodded, "Well I'll come."

"alright. Since you guys are busy, I say goodbye. I wait in my house. Don't forget." said Mak Nah then passed leaving Mr. Munir.

"Who Sir? Beautiful too." The ignorant Revan starts teasing Mr. Munir.

"Oh old friend, sir." replied Mr. Munir. His eyes continued to look towards Mak Nah who kept away.

"Old friend.but diiatin continue to like not willing to separate. former yes?" Revan's getting nosy.

Mr. Munir smiled meaningfully.

"Remember Mr. Ira, sir." this time Lais who spoke.Rupanya Revan jail virus infected him.

Mr. Munir immediately turned his gaze, "Yes, sir. I'm a loyal man of kok>" he replied nervously.

"There's no loyal man, sir. The only loyal man among us is just him." Revan pointed at Lais. "Because he's different from us" he said, then chuckled.

"You mean I'm not normal?" furious Lais.

"Normal though. It's perfectly normal." replied Revan as he swallowed his laughter to avoid exploding,

Lais did not comment on Revan's remarks. He walked away from them and got into the car

"No, Mr. Revan."

"Let Sir. I miss the cold, jutek Lais." Revan chuckles.

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