NEMESIS SWORN BUT MARRIED (JANDaku)

JANDAKU (36) Hope And Dream

My soul is brewing, my heart is inflamed.

Instead of being tempted by the charm of his wife Bryan, it only realized that this could be a game of pargoy boy.

Yeah, yeah, huh? It could be the wits of him who told him to build it to find my weakness. Yes khan? The possibility is always there. And I have to be strong in faith, can't let my guard down let alone lose. Hhh...

I must stand firm. If Bryan's wife starts tepe-tepe again, I have to remember and be aware as soon as possible. In order not to be swept away by the atmosphere Mirina created.

At half-eleven in the night I went to bed. After a plate of fried noodles and a few pieces of egg martabak entered my mouth. Then some doctor's medicine I also took.

The eel! Staywith me. Don't let me be seduced by persuading other women who are just playing with my feelings in breaking your heart!

Eel...! Is there still love in your heart for me? Is it like seven years ago? Flavors that ever existed and did not change even though you and I were SWORN ENEMIES. The love that for three years in High School that you wrote in your diary book was said to never fade.

The eel! L like you. Loved me. Love and love you more. Now that I know, your silence is your strength. You're in a sad phase actually, aren't you? You need someone you can share your grief and grief with. I'm the one, Eel! I ready. I will always be your soulmate, forever. Who always feels sad when you cry. Who will laugh happily if you are happy.

..............

Days change, time passes.

As usual, my job was to sort through reports of goods coming in and out of the warehouse, confiscating my freedom.

How else, I'm just a coolie. Who had to work hard for my life and my future that I hope will never be bleak.

At least when I was thirty years old, there was a woman who took care of my finances. Organize the household, provide me with breakfast and a delicious dinner with loving cuisine. Then we joked with each other fighting for attention to give love to the baby. Uhhuy! When, Tot?

Tar, sometime! Make this a delusion!

I hope that woman is Siti Alifah bint Mr. Mukti. Which is always in my dreams and my mind. Together to build a happy household. When, Tot?

Tar, if the monkey asks for Eid!!!

Hixes. Ah, gini is very yes, so a bachelor who is single acutely when imagining!?

Behold it! Work, work! A lot of kumpulin money. Let me pick up Alifah bring a handover, a minimum of fifty million want to yes the Eel nerima I become the act? Hiks... (tuk tuk; tap jidat)Si Bryan can bring hundreds of millions maybe to the Alifah!

Hhh...

I stared out the office glass. It seems that the workers who pass by are busy with big boxes shouldered on their black shiny and sturdy boats.

They are real fighters. A dedicated workhorse at the company and also a wife's child.

No matter the sunburn. I don't mind the pain in the bones of my hands and feet. In order to invite the dream of seeing a family smile, they work hard with a heart full of happy expectations.

I'm still a lot luckier than them. Education is a little superior and better work is not too heavy. Much better than those who work hard. Just as a rough pelvic coolie.

I have to be a lot grateful. Thankful to my Lord the Great.

I haven't had to think about dependents even though my parents are still complete, because I'm still a bachelor.

I send money for their needs. Not to be kept. Moreover, I can only send one million each month. In fact, it was only seven hundred thousand because of the many expenses and debts that I had to pay.

Not infrequently Mother sent me food or something that if useful for me through an online package.

Luckily I moved into the apartment. And I told Mom's Dad that my place was hard enough to accept packages because it lived in a multi-storey building and the address was less clear.

Though it was just my wits, so that Father Mother did not focus too much on thinking about me and bought this to send to me.

Let their money be kept. Can be used if at any time they need, such as replacing asbestos that leaked in the rainy season half a year ago.

That's parents. Always felt his son was a child and needed money and delivery and guidance.

This week I have to go home to Pangkal Pinang! I miss Mom's Dad! Fix it! I'm home!

I called Boss. He asked for permission for two days to go home to his parents in the village.

It's a bit alot to get his permission, because my position at the new place has not been long. Just one month. Can't be left out and signed by other employees.

And the options that Boss gave me actually caused me to think about it carefully.

...[.Why don't you ask your parents to come to Jakarta? Especially now that you live in an apartment. They can stay a week, a month if they want!]...

Yes too, huh? At that time khan I lived in kostan son. You can't bring a friend to stay more than one day, let alone for days. Now I live in an apartment. Can take Father Mother to Jakarta as well as nostalgic. They also live in Jakarta. I even got married and was born in Jakarta.

"Can you, Boss?" many ensure.

...[.Yes you can! Unless your parents sleep and live in a barn. That can't be!]...

"Thanks, Boss! Thanks much! Hehe... Thanks thanks thanks!"

Happy heart.

I can show off a little to Daddy Mom with my achievements now.

Living in a tenth floor apartment. Even if it's just a monthly rent and it's paid the same Boss. But very proud! Hehe...

Thank you, my Lord, for All Things.

I have to be uplifting, more uplifting and more uplifting!

Lif! I hope we can be together. Me, you, Dad, Mom, your Dad, your sister... We live together. Happily forever. Aamiyin!!!

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