Our Story Is Not Over (Young Master Who Is Considered Poor)

21: West Kalimantan

One of the cities in West Kalimantan, became Brandon's goal to bring his small family. In one of the largest oil palm landowner provinces in Indonesia, Brandon held a simple marriage.

The location of Brandon and Aini's wedding is in a KUA, making Anjar one of his witnesses. They were married to the judge because Anjar, as the only candidate for the guardian of Aini's niqab, could not be a marriage guardian for Aini, because Anjar was not yet 19 years old. As for wedding gold, there is a set of prayer tools, in addition to the ring as a binder and decorate the ring finger of the right hand Aini and Brandon.

Happy, sad, naughty, Brandon and Aini taste in the same time. However, both do not want to drag on. Both of them have immediately wanted to build a business as a means they return to meet the parents and the Brandon family. That was the promise Brandon Aini asked for, before finally their kabul ijab existed.

A small two-bedroom contract became their temporary residence. While waiting for the purchase of the KPR house Brandon made to settle, they spent most of their time there.

The first thing Brandon did was find a school for Anjar. The best school he chose so that his sister-in-law could have a better life.

“You're at home because I definitely got a well-established job,” sure Brandon when they finally got home.

Anjar who stepped behind him, still a good listener. However, he was very happy because Brandon treated him like a child. All the facilities for him, especially those related to school, Brandon provides all. Including the motor.

“M—mas, I also want to work part-time, yes. What kind of workshops. A little, I understand,” said Anjar.

Brandon was immediately silent. Muffling Aini's desire to work alone, she still failed. Plus Anjar who even asked for part-time work. That's how it is if he deals with hardworking people. People who want to earn money for a better life.

“Let me take my own motorbike. Mas will already have Mbak Aini, while my school fees are expensive,” please Anjar again.

Because Brandon was silent, Aini accidentally took off her husband's jacket and carried it inside, hanging it using a hanger.

“Darling, if I open you a restaurant like Kim Food, you won't find work anywhere else, will you?” said Brandon while looking heavily towards the back as the existence of the wife.

“You are so stinking! Promise me, I won't find work anywhere else!” sergah Aini was instantly excited. Aini even purposely hurriedly hugged Brandon.

“Mbak Aini so spoiled so,” led*ek Brandon and indeed on purpose.

“It's halal too. Including worship if gini how!” reply Aini casually while still hugging Brandon.

“Adult chat. I am still not old enough to know,” said Anjar still deliberately joking, trying to make their togetherness alive at once shrouded in happiness. He decided to go into his room.

Without Aini realizing it, she began to get used to sharing her happiness with Brandon. He even began to be spoiled and no longer shy to start romanticism in relation to Brandon who is typical rigid.

Hugged by Aini, Brandon immediately blushed. He hugged Aini with both hands. The two hands that did not want to stay still, and had immediately stroked Aini's head and back full of affection.

“Not likely. Besides I am used to being active and suddenly relaxed can make me stun*es even sick, I also have to be successful. At least, with you I must be a better person. That's why I want to find a job. At least, we can emulate your parents, Aini soft” reassures while still tightly hugging her husband's waist using both hands.

The fact that Aini looked up only to look at the face, especially Brandon's eyes, made the woman find a change in expression that was so striking in each he discussed the parents and the Brandon family.

“Quickly or later, it is my turn to unite you with your parents and your family, Mas!” inward Aini who then framed the face of the husband. After arriving on her tiptoes, she accidentally kissed her husband's lips.

Brandon glared immediately, staring at the wife full of warning. Moreover, however, until this moment he is still smallpox.

Brandon's fear is finally proven when they enter the room and Aini takes off her veil. There were smallpox bumps on the neck even the chest and body of other parts of Aini.

“Nah .. I just want to heal,” said Brandon who stared intently at every watery red bentol on his wife's chest. He also immediately confirmed his wife's hair tie. With great care, he tied Aini's hair high.

“Hot, sultry, itchy this. Where here is no AC,” said Brandon who will indeed be very attentive even soft if it was to Aini. Even to his mother or sister, he could not do that.

“AC natural only, Mas. Open the window,” reply Aini responded patiently.

“Borneo makes no difference to Jakarta or your village. Here is not the top!” brandon is still tying his wife's long hair.

“Omong by the way peak, I want .. we can find the nearest peak for honeymoon small!” continued Brandon who became embarrassed just because he said that.

Had laughed at the husband who had also immediately made her blush embarrassed, Aini accidentally drank the rest of Brandon's medicine. Again, her husband hugged her from behind. Brandon was so afraid he was hurt that he even thought seriously.

“Ni, you don't worry, yes. Since childhood, my brother and I have been trained in business. The reason I brought you here is because secretly, I already have palm oil land that I have been managing without the knowledge of my family. This could be our farm of sustenance. If you and Anjar want to work. I will help you too. The more jobs, the better also for us as long as we keep our health,” said Brandon is still very soft.

Brandon and what the young man said immediately made Aini flowery. Happy, moved, but also still vulnerable because they have separated themselves from their beloved family.

Regarding palm oil, the next day after Anjar returned home from school, Brandon who was initially busy with his cellphone and laptop, brought his small family to visit the land that made Aini let alone Anjar gawking.

“Mas, .. I work here only, Mas! Our neighbors who are in transmigration also work in sawitan right, Ma'am? Don't-don't, the ones working here are still our neighbors!” heboh Anjar and again not allowed to work especially if in the sawitan.

“Work on sawitan heavy. If you really want to work, then make a stall what a restaurant just. We rent shophouses near the crowd,” said Brandon. The right hand held Aini's back, the left hand holding Anjar's right hand.