My father-in-law Kang Setur

MKA 36'S

Previously, Author wanted to say a thousand sorry because it had been fakum, Author is really busy. Thank God, the author can divide the time. So, follow again!

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One year later ...

A lot has changed in this one year, a few days after I asked Mas Rayyan for permission, I immediately spoke to Ms. Hanum and accepted her offer. I still remember the maki caci that I used to get, even when I asked permission for work I was ostracized by Mama Rima.

Flashbacks.

"Ma, Pa. .. someone wants Dhira to talk about it" I said very carefully.

"What's wrong?" Ask Papa Sam.

"Dhira wants a job, can't she?"

"What's? work?" the sound reached my ears.

"i __ yes, Ma."

"What do you want to do? wash shirt? the nyetrika? or what?" she smiled faintly, "What can you do, Dhira? although you are a scholar but you have not worked for a long time. Anyway, where do you want your son to be? you told Mama to take care of it? you think your babu mama?"

Huh, her words are very hurtful. I really want to wash my mouth soap to be clean. "Dhira will enter the Playground, Dhira already lists Zavier there."

"Not yet payroll has been squandering money."

"Mama .." Papa Sam said.

Papa Sam looked at me, "If that's what you want and it's not burdensome for you, please work. But don't let the job make you forget that you already have kids, okay?"

"Yes, Pa." Thank goodness Papa Sam has an open mind compared to my mother-in-law.

Off Flashback.

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I gasped when Ijah as my co-worker hit my desk with a whimper, "What the hell, Jah! just interrupt," I sniffed and threw away my face, not wanting me to see his face.

"What the hell was that?"

"Eh, you're looking for the boss. He said there'll be a meeting soon!"

"Okay, thank you."

Ms. Hanum and her husband are really good, the beginning of work I just became an ordinary staff. But now I'm his personal assistant. Even my salary is greater than my husband, I am grateful because slowly this salary is able to help Mas Rayyan build our beloved home.

After work, Mas Rayyan picked me up with a CRV-branded car. Thank God my salary of five months can buy my own car even though we are still hitchhiking at his mother's house.

As soon as I got out of the office, I saw that my beautiful car had picked me up. "Wait a long time, huh, Mom? sorry," as I kissed Mas Rayyan's forehead.

"Nothing, the road was also jammed. Are we going straight home?"

"Buy snacks first for the house."

"All right, sweetie."

I deliberately bought them food every time I came home, it made the mouth that had been pointed become blunt. People say money can change everything.

Shortly after, our car arrived home. During this year our son has changed a lot, he has even welcomed us in front of the house.

"Mother .." cried Zavier as he ran towards me.

'Grep!

I immediately hugged her, "Mother misses Zavier," I said softly. Zavier replied with a smile.

Mas Rayyan first entered the house, he put the martabak we bought earlier on the dining table. It just so happened that everything was sitting there, "Ma ... Pa ... Xia ... This is food from Dhira," said Mas Rayyan who I can still hear.

Without a word they just grabbed the food. I pretended not to see it, just let them eat, I thought.

I went into the room to get a towel, then I went to the bathroom. "Dhira, Mama has prepared the hot water!" Shouted the middle-aged woman.

I flinched, and now I stopped my steps. "Thank you, Ma."

I was really confused, because only this time he did that. My heart wondered, what's wrong?