My father-in-law Kang Setur

MKA 40'S

Morning has illuminated a day that is not so beautiful in my opinion, I just remembered if the door of the room I had locked all night so upset with Mas Rayyan. As soon as I left the room, I saw Mas Rayyan still awake in her sleep. Even until I finished taking a shower, the guy was still sleeping, making me a little upset.

"Why are you using that car?" Mama Rima approached me.

I scrunched my eyebrows, my heart wondering why would I bring my own car? I bought it, I paid the installments and I bought the gas.

"Dhira, Mama nanya is like you!" what makes me even more surprised is that my in-laws call me 'you' and 'you' as they please.

"Dhira's too late, Ma." I finally got up the courage to open my voice.

"Keep if you use the car, what does your husband work on?"

"There's a motor, Ma."

"Well, what if he gets rained on?"

What kind of question was it, he always thought about his son without seeing the reality. "Better Mas Rayyan who was rained than Zavier who was exposed to rain, Ma. Dhira go first, Assalamu'alaikum."

***

From the trip until now I still think about my in-laws, I was forbidden to bring a car that I bought myself, it was a very silly thing for me.

"Dhiro!" Someone called me a third time.

"I-yes, Sir. Sorry I was anu .. I __"

"That's it, not pa-pa. What's wrong with you? are you sick?"

"No, Sir. I'm fine, "let me throw my face away. I dare not look at the owner of this travel now.

"really? look at the report you sent me earlier, it's a result of no balance."

I was silent while reading the report I wrote. It seems true that I made a mistake. Oh, my God, this is embarrassing.

"Sorry, Sir. I'll do it again," I'm really unkempt.

"I'll wait in the cafeteria for noon!" Tell him to leave me.

"But ..." Ah, free I argue, he's gone far now.

This is the first time I do not focus on working, until suddenly her husband Madam Hanum is already in front of me. "What's up, Dhira?"

"Eh, Mum. Oh, my God, just ngagetin!"

"I see you're daydreaming a lot, what's up?"

"It's okay," I said.

"If you need help just say yes, don't hesitate."

"Yes, Mas. Thanks to ya."

"Name ..."

Yes, the name of Mbak Hanum's husband is Mas Danu, while the travel owner is Mr. Zaydan. Mas Danu and Mr. Zaydan are good friends, Mas Danu also grimaced this travel from scratch. He manages it while Mr. Zaydan gives capital. It makes the position of Mr. Zaydan higher than Mas Danu.

The clock shows twelve o'clock, it's time to collect the task. I'm a little confused as to why Mr. Zaydan told me to deliver the file to the cafeteria, but I can't possibly argue. From that corner I have seen a strong-bodied man wearing Koko's clothes ordering food.

"Assalamu'alaikum, sir. Excuse me!"

"Vaalaikumsalam, Dhira. Please sit down" he said.

"Thank you, sir." I sat right in front of him, "This is the file you asked for" I said very kindly.

"Oh, yes. Just put it there, I'll check it."

"Good, Sir. Excuse me first, As-"

"Wait!" cut Mr. Zaydan quickly.

"Yes, Sir?"

"You're here, I've ordered food for you. Take it easy, Danu is coming soon too. If it's out of business hours, think of me as Danu, we can be friends."

"Ba-good, sir."

It's really strange, I don't think Mr. Zaydan who is famous for being cold and assertive doesn't even want to talk to his employees, this time even invited me to be friends. I'll make sure soon enough people talk to me if they see this.