One Night's Mistakes (Love's Wrong)

DB 3 - Between Having Children and Careers

It is not easy to force the brain to think logically when the mood is chaotic. Some people even lose that ability. Same with Vivian. Within just ten minutes provided by Revan, he was forced to pick his sentence quickly and precisely.

But he failed. Instead of persuading the husband with a play on words that can affect the mind of the interlocutor like a diplomat, who came out of Vivian's mouth even an impulsive sentence that he himself regretted saying : Pregnant and have children.

"If that's what I want?" Revan repeated Vivian's sentence with an emphasis on 'the one I want'.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Don't you want to?"

Vivian nodded in doubt.

The wife's reaction made Revan click his tongue. "You're willing to have a child just so I don't divorce?"

"I want to have a child too." But not now, Vivian added inwardly.

"What is your job?"

"Not how. I'm still working."

The mood became quiet. One second felt extremely long as the two looked at each other in a tense silence. Vivian could see Revan's pair of black eyes implying dislike when saying the next question.

"You want to keep working when you have kids?"

"Yes," Vivian replied firmly. He gave up a lot, didn't he? Does Revan think getting pregnant and giving birth is a small thing? It was too true that her husband also told her to give up her job.

Revan looks to be exhaling. He asked with a hardened jaw holding back emotions. "You want our son to be taken care of by a maid?"

"Babysitter, Rev, different same maid. They have the competence to care for and care for children."

"I don't care!" revan shouted suddenly. "Babysitter or maid, they're not her real mother!"

"So what do you want?!" Vivian shouted.

Revan's face looks very hard when answering the wife's question. "You quit your job."

Vivian exhaled furiously, feeling lazy to bring up again the problem that once made them quarrel. What's wrong with working? His career is up. Even his hard work has paid off: a metallic white city car he bought four years ago on credit.

Does Revan expect a wife who sits sweetly at home, who only puts her hand on her husband when there is something she wants to buy? No. gabe. Vivian can't and doesn't want to be that kind of wife. A woman must be independent and be able to make money on her own.

Vivian tried to persuade her husband. "Rev, many of my friends still work even though they have children. Their husband doesn't mind."

Of course the persuading sentence made the aura of Revan's face even more grim. Which husband likes to be compared to other men? The man's lips were clenched wailfully with a glare of extremely sharp eyes piercing Vivian.

"After we divorce you are free to find a husband who does not forbid his wife to work" said Revan coldly. "Now out. Your time is up."

"F*ck you!" shout Vivian.

If you are angry, Vivian will return to her original nature, like to curse. Nine years into a relationship with Vivian, Revan's ears were full of the woman's curse. He was not surprised at all.

Vivian is not finished.

"If I get pregnant, don't expect me to let the boy call you papa!" snapped and stepped full of anger towards the door.

"Bullsh*t," replied Revan cynically.

Vivian's hand had opened the door as she turned to give a landslide reply. "Don't forget last night you came out inside."

***

The good thing that Vivian could still be grateful for was that morning she was not late to come to the office. The distance from Revan's office with his office was very close, even the two places were still addressed on the same street, just different numbers.

After getting out of the car, he straightened his shoulders and walked confidently with lips that were always ready to smile to greet colleagues. He tried to forget his domestic problems by focusing his full attention on work.

"Visit to Global Electronic bring Spiku Ancient Recipes, the boss likes to eat it," he suggested to RM who immediately gave a thumbs up.

"Don't forget to follow up UD Yara's account, so that the submission can enter the system this month," added Vivian again.

"Berez, Mom. Today must be a goal." Andre answered with a steady.

Vivian chuckled and praised. "Well, sign every month."

"Must dong, Mom. I can buy a house quickly."

"Lho, don't buy Yaris?" chirps Vivian curious.

"No, ma'am the house is more important. Especially if there is such a child. I want to give them a comfortable place to live, not continue" said Andre with a face full of determination.

Vivian stunned. There was a slight uncomfortable feeling of slipping in his heart. Andre was younger than him, but the man had already had a child. But with a small belt immediately diperelisnya the anxiety. Everyone's priorities are not the same. For now, the child has not been a priority for Vivian.

Parameters of happiness of a person is not seen from the presence or absence of children. Sometimes we feel unhappy because we feel that other people's lives are better, because other people have what we don't have.

Some people may be happy after having children, but not a few also become depressed because of it. Vivian believes that the happiness of a person is determined by the person himself. Once again Vivian tried to convince herself that she was happy.

And being a marketing bank is a career that Vivian lived happily. He really started from the bottom, from marketing Credit Without Collateral until now become a Team Leader Marketing Small Medium Enterprise aka Small Medium Enterprises.

Seven years of career travel is not short. He would be lying if he said this job was not heavy. It's very heavy even. Vivian enjoyed the whole process. He was proud of the results he got from this job.

Unknowingly, heavy breath Vivian exhaled from her nose and mouth because she remembered the request of her husband. If Revan is happy with having a child, he will grant it. But his career should not be disturbed.

After establishing her decision, Vivian refocused her focus on work, helping Relationship Managers achieve their goals. Not just for the achievement of himself as a team leader. He also wants his team members to be successful.

I heard the adhan from the big mosque near Vivian's office, but the woman was still engrossed in the keyboard keys typing the report. His eyes took turns looking at the flat screen of the computer and the documents on the desk. He paused his activities after hearing his phone ring for the umpteenth time. From his ringtone he already knew who was calling. Vivian accepted it with annoyance.

"Hello, Ma? I told you, if I don't pick up the phone, it means I'm busy. Mama keeps calling me sick!"

Mama Vivian's voice sounded no less upset. "Then you, Vi, yell at Mama!"

"Why's your phone?" ask Vivian without further ado.

"Just ask me why?!" My mother's voice sounded across. "You forgot to re-know your own mama?!"

"Happy birthday," replied Vivian flatly.

"You didn't come to eat at home? Mama has invited her neighbors with her friends. Does the child himself not come? Don't embarrass my mom!"

"Say I'm busy."

Busy is just an excuse. Actually, Vivian was lazy to meet the people invited by her mother.

"You're just an office clerk but you're busy cowering at your husband who owns the company! Your husband just came from earlier!"

"What, Ma?!" Vivian gasped until she jumped up from her chair.

"Revan your husband has arrived!"

"Why can he come? Mama invited him?" Vivian's voice rose because of emotion.

"His own daughter-in-law wasn't invited? Mama also wanted to show off her daughter-in-law's pride. You didn't see my mom's face. Now no one dares to underestimate our family anymore!"

"Oh my goodness, Ma! I told you not to invite Revan!" exclaim Vivian angry.

After turning off the phone, Vivian sat down while holding her throbbing temple. His family's relationship with Revan is not close. Her husband even wanted to divorce her. Then why did he come to Vivian's parents' house? Do you want to submit your divorce plans?

"I won't let it!" He rushed to clean up the desk and hurriedly left his office space.