My girlfriend, my daughter-in-law (Mantu becomes sister-in-law)
116. Wife candidate Rangga 2
This morning
"Mom. Barrel went to work first, yeah." Pamit Laras on Mala in her mother's room.
"Yes, kid. Careful. Oh, yeah about what we talked about last night, I asked you to think again. It all comes back to you, son. You've grown up, you know what's good and what's not good." Mala Clear.
Laras just smiled a little "Mom, make me the blessing of mother number one. If in the end Laras had to be fired for not accepting the wishes of bu Raya, Laras sincerely, ma'am."
"Once you go. It's late." Mala diverted the conversation. He understood the feeling of the princess being swayed by the request of her superior. Not that she disagreed, but Mala was afraid that what she experienced first also befell her daughter. The difference is that Mala has not been married yet must accept the fact that her candidate also married on the same day.
Mala remembers her youth, she dated Donald. At that time he was 20 years old who worked at the Pattimura residence. Donald as the only child reserved the heir to the Pattimura company. Mala who had been betrothed to Oma Maria, her grandmother Donald. Because Maria used to tell him that Mala was her daughter-in-law's granddaughter.
At that moment, Gladys' birth mother Donal granted Oma Maria's last wish. Preparation for preparation has gone through. Mala willingly invited relatives from Wonosari to attend her wedding. The wedding was held at Mala's pakde's house.
Until the moment the event arrived, Mala heard that Oma Maria was in the hospital and died. Mala who was still using the kebaya went to the hospital to see Oma. But what did he see? Donal married another woman in front of the comatose Oma Maria.
Gladys who was proposed agreed to even scold him. Just now feeling devastated by Donald's betrayal, berated Gladys, until finally the father immediately dropped due to a heart attack. Mala came home with a feeling of emptiness in added nagging budenya.
"Eat him Mala, don't dream of heights. Especially when married to rich people like them. Eeling! Eling!" Omel Bude.
Back to the present.
Mala felt her chest tight. Then get up to take the medicine. An unceasing cough kept gnawing at his breathing. Mala spilled drinking water and the glass broke on the floor. Some neighbors who heard directly broke through the door of Mala's house. They were shoulder to shoulder to shoulder to save Mala, before long Mala's body was lying on the bed puskesmas. Some neighbors guard the Mala residence. While one of them tried to contact Laras.
"Not appointed, sir" Grumbled Lisa
"try again. Poor Mala ma'am, it looks like the pain is severe." Persuade the Pact of Karta to his daughter.
"Already, sir. But it's not lifted up." Answer Lisa while grumbling.
While when Laras arrived at his workplace. Almost all the office employees stared cynically at him. Laras doesn't care about that, he's here working instead of looking for people's attention there. The barrel keeps his stuff in the locker. Then back to work as usual.
"Waahh, the golden boy still has face going into the office" Ledek them.
"For the fetish dong, let Mr. Rangga stick with me."
"Udah, just in hope. Most also left to run again later." Knock the other one.
"Hahhahahaa . yes too..The beautiful plipurna aja. Especially the model I think gini."
Barrel just clasped the end of his shirt hard. Withstand the turmoil of am¿arah that he wants to overflow. His steps stood up entering the room of the Kingdom.
"Assalamualaikum, ma'am." Apply it in his superior room.
"Vaalaikumsalam, Baras. What was? I haven't ordered coffee."
"I... I'm.." Baras is still nervous.
"I'm resigning, ma'am." Prattling
"Sorry, mom. I also could not fulfill my mother's request. To marry a mother's son." Baras issued his resignation letter.
"Wait on! is this why you resigned? Sorry, Race is not the way it is. I will not fire you because of this. But from tomorrow you work at my house. How's it?" Tawar Raya's.
Laras just looked down. She wondered why Raya insisted on wanting her to marry Rangga. Though out there many are worth them, not like his life is poor. Baras also do not want to be cap matre by people.
Barrel sat in the pantry, pondering everything that happened these two days. Raya who meant to make himself married to Rangga, his mother who disagreed for fear of being bullied, people in the office who bully him. That problem is her chest tight. The instant his defense collapsed, he tried to be strong. It finally broke too.
"Eh, why are you mewek? Sono work! You think we're gonna feel sorry for you, huh!"
"I'M WRONG WITH YOU! UNTIL THE POINT OF HATING ME! HUH! EVER SINCE I GOT IN HERE YOU'VE BEEN TREATING ME ARBITRARILY. WH WHY? I CAN'T WORK HERE!"
Everyone in the pantry was silent. The barrel that they consider quiet can turn out to be angry too. No one responded to Laras' speech but they also did not move in place. Maya who heard the nagging Laras directly nimbrung.
"Well, are you raging like that? Let someone have pity on you, then. Hey, don't get spoiled here his life is a lot tougher than yours. They used to be just like you, mentally trained but they are not as keen as you. Well, people say, the children of today are mentally lying." Answer Maya.
Maya remembers that she was trained by her seniors when she was an OB. He was told to clean the bathroom until he fainted. He even had to stay at the office because his work was not finished. Not only him, but some of his friends. For those who are not strong, of course, choose to retreat.
Maya is enjoying the results now. He has served as head of hygiene.
"Then you're proud of your attitude like this, Maya?" The sound came from the front door of the pantry.
"Your attitude reflects the arbitrary leader. They deserve this attitude, because you educate them in the same way. If the position was in your daughter, what would you do? Aria .. Maya turns out like this is your performance. I'm disappointed in you."
Shortly Maya receives a call "Mom, I let my son pass out at the school wc." said Maya.
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