My Boss Is My Ex - Boyfriend
Chapter 3
The graduation event has just finished, making Mesya as well as Aldrich and Mina and Rima who were in graduation on the same day very happy. Mesya's happiness increased when Rama the Father and also Nasya the younger brother who had not met for a long time attended the graduation ceremony. Similarly, Nilam who is none other than the new wife of the father whom he married five years ago attended even though he did not expect at all.
After finishing taking pictures with his family, it is now Mesya's turn to take pictures with the lover and his friends in turn. The bouquet of flowers is also a doll that Aldrich gave always in the grasp of Mesya until finished taking pictures and there are even photos with poses like they are doing pre-wedd as well as a proposal where Aldrich kneels in front of Mesya the middle one stood up while holding out a bouquet of roses that were strung together so beautifully.
Finished with all that eventually they disperse with their respective parents. Mesya finished saying goodbye to Aldrich and his mother and sisters immediately approached the mother who was waiting in the parking lot.
Nasya, Mesya's 17-year-old sister has just graduated from high school and just this year will go to college deciding to have a car with her sister and mother, too, while Rama one car with his wife is also his four-year-old son.
“Kak Sya, Bang Radit how are you?”
Mesya's body stiffened for a moment then the beautiful woman turned her gaze to the side and leaned her head against the window, not at all intending to answer the question of the sister. Rasti who realized the state of her first child who turned moody immediately turned to her youngest child and shook her head slightly. Helaan breath slowly Nasya let out then he nodded in understanding with the intention of the mother.
Thirty minutes later the car driven by Mr. Maman who was none other than the driver of Rasti stopped his car right in front of the restaurant following Rama's car which first stopped in the parking lot.
Rasti was engrossed in chatting with Nilam so familiar, looking like a best friend. There is no awkwardness as an ex-wife should be with a new wife who most will probably hate each other. Nasya is engrossed with her half-sister who knows what her name is, because Mesya never cared about it.
Since the divorce of both parents and the news that the father married again made Mesya disappointed and until now the relationship of the father of the child was not too good. Unlike the Nasya who are more accepting and can be fine. Either hate or what Mesya felt to the father because of the evidence to date Mesya never reject the presence of Rama also does not oppose the marriage of his father with a two-year-old woman below the Mother, it's just that since the breakup happened Mesya more silent and will only make a sound when asked was only a short answer.
Rama clearly noticed the gloomy look on the beautiful face of his first daughter, the food in front of him was only stirred with no smell, his head lowered not enjoying the lunch they were doing at this time.
“Kak, you why?” asked Rama who had been itching since. There was no answer even if it was just a nod or a slug.
“Engineers?” call Rama again. The twenty-two-year-old beautiful woman looked up at her father.
“Why you? Not feeling well?” rama asked with a worried look.
Mesya. “Sya, all right, Yah.” He replied with a brief smile and then gulped down the banana juice in front of him.
Nasya, who was feeding ice cream to her half-sister, turned to Mesya, who was sitting next to her. Look at the sister who seems to be daydreaming. Remembering the question he had issued while in the car made Nasya grimace little blame himself who had mentioned the name of the man who always made the mood of the brother deteriorate.
“This time you want to directly work what rest first?” rama asked after finishing his meal.
“Sya want to work directly, Yah.”
Rama's smile rose so perfectly then said, “ya already, tomorrow you go straight to the office. Father has prepared a position for you to occupy.”
“Syasa wants to apply for work to another office, not Dad's office.” The answer successfully dampened Rama's smile slowly.
“Why?”
“Sya wants to be independent, Yah.”
“Daddy will not forbid you to be independent, Brother. You will put you as an ordinary employee first to learn, later after you are in a sense capable enough new will replace Dad in the office.”
Rama sighed heavily, slightly disappointed with the wishes of the eldest princess despite tucked away with pride. Rasti turned to her ex-husband and looked at her, begging her to agree with Mesya's wishes. He knew enough how his first daughter could never change what was decided.
Four o'clock in the afternoon Mesya and Rasti just got home. Today Mesya really did not say much, the beautiful woman was more daydreaming and her face was always moody. The actual celebration in the direction of the eldest child was not so smoothly running because the queen of the event instead prefers silence. That's why Rasti chose to take Mesya home even though Rama planned to take a walk first.
“Mother, Sister to room yes, want to rest.” Pamit Mesya kissed her cheek briefly and then climbed the stairs without waiting for Rasti's answer.
Arriving at the room Mesya immediately laid his body after locking the room door first. Just silently stared at the ceiling of the room that was plain white. His mind was wondering how the man was doing. The same question he asked his sister this afternoon.
Drett. drett.
Dingan coming from a cell phone in a small bag lying just like that on the bed diverted Mesya from his daydream. A message from Aldrich saying that the man will come to his house tomorrow night. Mesya quickly retaliated, agreeing to his lover's arrival. After the message was sent, Mesya got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom to clean the make up on his forehead since this morning also cleaned his body that was already sticky because of sweat.
While drying his face he stepped towards the window, opening wide the clear glass until he showed a side garden that was well cared for by Rasti. The window glass across there is still closed, just like it was four years ago. At that time Radit once said that the house would be sold, but apparently no new family moved to fill the house.
Only occasionally did Mesya see two middle-aged people coming and when Mesya asked said that the middle-aged woman and middle-aged man would clean the house according to the house owner's orders. Mesya just nodded and did not ask more.
Satisfied looking at Mesya again closed the window and curtains because the day had indeed gone up at night. Four years passed in fact the memory of Radit did not completely disappear from the mind and heart of Mesya especially when there was someone who offended about the man.
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With a fresher face due to the cold water that he put himself on his face, Mesya went down the stairs still in his nightgown. Walking towards the kitchen and found Rasti who had just kept a large enough glass bowl filled with fried rice that was still steaming with a fragrant smell that made Mesya's stomach sound loudly.
“Good morning, Mother,” saya Mesya kissed Rasti's left cheek before finally sitting in the dining chair.
“Again also dear.” Reply Rasti smiled softly then sat down opposite Mesya.
“Mother, later tonight he said Aldrich wants to play here,” said Mesya in the middle of his feed.
“Ya already, then Mommy masakin fish soup Nila the same orek egg favorite of your boyfriend.”
“His favorite cooking time is her, my favorite is not!” mesya protests pout. Rasti only chuckled a little to hear the protest that his eldest son was showing. Twenty-two-year-old girl is always protesting if Rasti says will cook favorite food from her lover.
“You ‘kan Mommy masakin every day, Sister. Still jealous Mother masakin your boyfriend.” Rasti shook his head while continuing to eat.
“Kak, most likely Radit has also finished his lecture, is he still no contact you? Who knows he's coming back here again,” said Rasti. Mesya who had just fed her food immediately choked on hearing the mother's words. Staring at the middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful was with a pleading gaze.
“If he really came back how?” asked Rasti not realizing the look on the face of his eldest son who had turned moody.
“Mother, please don't make Big Brother bad mood!”
