My Beloved Husband's

Everything has improved(?)

At night, before going to bed. Salsa and Jordan chatted for a while. There wasn't much they were talking about just the activities of each other this afternoon. Jordan told me about his work and so did Salsa. Then they went to sleep.

In the morning, they had breakfast together.

“Why not get excited, Honey?” Tanya Jordan looked at Salsa's gloomy-looking face this morning.

His wife shook her head.

“Don't want to tell me?” Ask Jordan.

“I'm just being lazy, Darling.” Salsa Vocabulary. He was not excited to go to work at the moment. Especially after Sinta had access to come to his place of work with the help of Nana. Makes him want to quickly quit his current job. Moving to another hospital. The place where Sinta could not come at will.

“Do you want to take a leave? I might be able to help you?” jordan offered to.

Jordan's offer sounds tempting. But, Salsa could not cultivate it. The hospital is currently lacking doctors after Tania moved in. No doctor bothered Tania. So, he has to stay in.

“No need, dear.” Refuse Salsa. Honestly, I was not willing to refuse Jordan's offer. However, his responsibilities as a doctor are enormous. He should be professional at the moment. Do not let personal problems affect its performance.

“Good. Come on, today I'll drop you off!” Take Jordan

They had finished with their morning meal ritual.

Arriving at the hospital, Salsa was surprised by something that made her mood worse.

“What is Madam doing in my room?” Salsa's jolt on the middle-aged woman who was currently sitting in front of her work desk.

The woman looked at him with her smile. “Honey, where to come bring breakfast for you.” Said the woman.

Sinta!! Yes, Mama Sinta who came early in the morning to the hospital somehow told her story that she could enter the Salsa workspace.

“Sorry, Mistress. But I had breakfast. I don't need it.” Reject Salsa, “Please Mistress bring it back. And, the door is there, Madam!” Salsa seemed to drive away the middle-aged woman subtly.

Then, Salsa took her white coat and put it on. He landed his body in his chair.

“You maish here, Mistress?” Sinis Salsa looked at Sinta who was just flinching in her place. From his tone of speech, Salsa showed absolutely no hospitality to the woman before him.

“Saa, mom just-,”

“You are not my mama.” Cut Salsa. “No mother can leave her own daughter. You are not my mama!” Salsa said firmly at the end of her sentence.

The middle-aged woman did not shed her tears but Salsa was not affected at all.

“Again who will allow you to enter my room?” Ask Salsa.

“I!” Nana—the woman walked into the room Salsa, “I thought you would be happy with the presence of mama, sorry I was mistaken.” Nana then said.

Look at the senior who came. Salsa stood up from her seat. “Sorry, doctor Nana, but I don't want any stranger to come into my room without my permission.” Salsa was still trying to be polite even though in her heart she felt very arrogant.

How can Nana let Sinta come at will? Is Nana playing the role of the daughter of a hospital owner who can do as she pleases? Abusing authority? It sucks!

“But, Sa, he's-,” Nana wants to say but is being held back by Sinta.

“Already, Na. I better go. I was wrong.” Sinta stood up and looked at Salsa for a moment, “Mama came home, Sa. Eaten yes breakfast.” The woman's voice was soft. And, Salsa just silently ignored. No intention to respond to it.

tbc..