Not the Forbidden Miss

Twenty-Three - She's A Very Great Woman

Mala really misses her chuckle. I knew I was coming home, and he wasn't cooking at all. Not preparing any dinner. He's just his own masaka, to eat by himself. Let me disturb him eat, wrong himself does not make me dinner, yes I just eat fried rice together. In part so romantic earlier, even if the end is like this, I alone spent the fried rice belonging to Mala, while Mala, he hurriedly did his job again.

Lately he is busy, plus he will participate in the expo for his products next week. Maybe there's a point, when he comes to the expo later, I just go with Farah. So, if suppose mama asked just say join the expo with Mala. But, still I'm not calm if it's like that. If I cancel, Farah will be angry, because I have often failed vacation plans with him abroad.

I went to the kitchen and put dirty dishes and glasses, and then I washed them, because there were no dirty dishes and glasses. If I don't wash it, it will bring ants. Finished that, I walked up to Mala, I just stood in front of her, seeing she was so busy with piles of papers.

“I accompany yes, Mal?” say pleasantries

“No need, just sleep there,” he replied without looking at me.

He was so serious, let alone looking at me, his phone just vibrated instantly he was silent, and then activated airplane mode. “Just disturb Si Nurul, people later, even telephon-telfon!” his gerrick.

I sat in front of Mala, she really paid no heed to me at all. I didn't expect it to turn out that she wasn't an ordinary woman who worked just at home waiting for her husband to come home. She is not a woman who always relies on her husband. She was a great woman, capable of standing on her own feet, who was still able to resist the storm, albeit alone.

If not a great woman, she would have been mentally down because I have been treated like this. If Mala wasn't a great woman, she would complain to her parents, my parents, if she had hurt me. If she was not a great woman, she would cry, lamenting her miserable life of being lied to by her husband, and her husband remarrying. Especially Mala blatantly if she loves me.

If it were any other woman, it wouldn't be as strong as Mala like this. He was still very passionate in his business world despite his mind crumbling dim, formless, only the scarred debris left in the recesses of his heart. I became jealous of him, I did not even concentrate on working at all when I wanted to legally marry Farah, because indirectly I would hurt women as good as Mala.

“Huh ... done!” Mala exhaled loudly, until her breath felt right in front of me. He seemed relieved to have finished his work.

“It's done, Mal?” my many.

“Already, but yes not all, I only check that from outside agents of Java, also those abroad. Because, who wants to be sent there is a little complicated take care of this and that cost, so I check all of that first,” explained Mala.

“What are so many orders from outside Java Island, and abroad, Mal?” my many.

“Ya passable,” Mala replied.

“I don't think I'm Mal, you have a business of this size,”.

“Hmm ... This is not yet a year compared to the brands that have been worldwide. I'm just pioneering, Mas. It's nothing yet, it's still very small my business, but I have to manage it well, because I'm enjoying my job. All Rumanah products are really my design, I do not ask other designers to help find ideas, or ask for the latest designs. All Rumanah products, the result of what I had in mind,” Mala explained.

He's really great. Mama and Papa deserved to choose Mala for me, it turns out she is the best, and in fact she is a great woman.