Semusim Love

Meet you's...

Tired up? oh sure...

Very very tired. Until I was thirty, I never even knew when I wasn't tired.

While my husband was happy (because from childhood his life was happy because it came from family) many times said, "Mother is calm, what to think, the house is already there, the car is there, the car is there, and again, you also do not need to think about kitchen shopping (because it is the mother who stopped the contents of the refrigerator)."

"What,, ??" Heloooo... It's all got who beib, home? papa's house even though it's already in the name of Dennis, the car was also just bought papa last month, kitchen shopping still uses the salary of retired mama although Dennis every month also gave kemama. So what are your achievements, husband????

I'm actually the most anti-life parasite. I'm not that kind of man. I prefer to live independently, regardless of his parents or my parents, can manage my own household. That's why we often have different opinions. That's why I'm always tired.

But you know also, there's always a reason or two why we still stand for living!!!

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People say life is a choice. And if we end up unhappy with our choices, it is the result of our own mistakes in choosing. So don't blame God for what we're going through.

Hmmmm... Is that so??

No, no, I blame God. But I feel unfair if everything that happens is the result of my mistake in choosing.

Yeah, I admit. I fell in love with Dennis when I first read his book. In addition to lecturers, he is also a writer and I happen to love reading and writing since childhood.

I always fall in love easily or even tend to adore intelligent writers. That's why when reading Dennis's writing I immediately obeyed him with my love in a row.

We both like to write. He is more towards scientific articles, opinions and everything deep thinking. I prefer to write fiction, romantic novels.

Contrary to the fact with the husband who is very inexpressive. He is too flat and leaves almost no room for romanticism.

We got married and started a new life with a lot of friction. I was stunned by the way he looked at life. He's too idealistic. That he is a Master in the field of creative writing science who does not want to be driven.

Mas Dennis since childhood lived well, papa people are very loyal to disburse funds anytime for his beloved child and that is also what was used by Dennis until now.

While I come from a middle-class family who used to work hard to get things. I felt Dennis was too pampered and benefited from the circumstances.

Since childhood I was not used to asking, I was taught to work first just get what I want, like in the old days of Elementary School, I helped my mother sweep the house for pocket money, that's how we were educated in our home.

Even now when my father-in-law bought us a car, it's not that I'm not happy, but it's not what I want. Even to send the child alone, my in-laws chose. I am helpless, and I am helpless.

I don't know, all I want is to build my family from NOL, decorate my own kitchen, arrange my own household shopping, arrange my own living room including my life of course.

Don't you associate my curses as a form of my gratitude. But I am also an ordinary human being, an ordinary woman who hellooow, really wants to be a secretary and treasurer in my household, not as a maid whose knowledge is just fine.

Dennis was good, very good. But why would he never want to understand what kind of life I had longed for?

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"Ma, abis Afiq school list, Tippy to mom's house for a second huh." I got permission to my mother-in-law to go to my mother's house not so far from the school Afiq was going to enroll, my eldest son.

"No, they're playing with Ica."

"Oh yeah, you guys bring the steamed sponge we made yesterday for souvenirs." Mama went into the kitchen to prepare the sponge pieces and put them in a Tuuperware box.

"Greet your mother yes."

And I nodded with a smile, the school I was going to was in the heart of the city, next to the state bank and the regional library.

I love going to that library, a little consolation while reading Diana Palmer's novels, or biographies of famous people.

The registration process of school children is not so complicated it turns out, just submit the file and proof of online registration is complete. There's still a long time to get back the book I borrowed at the library last week.

Just as my bike was cutting its way to the library, a black jazz Honda car nudged the back of the bike, so to speak, I took it and

Bruckkk....

"Awwww.wrt..."

The driver of the car went straight down, I quickly stood up again, the man helped justify the position of my bike.

"Sorry, isn't papa?" Get that guy to me.

I almost wanted to explode in anger, before the man turned his head.

"Hey, Tippy ?

"Aryan?"

"Yes. You're Tippy IPA 2 kid right, who joined MIPA chemistry?"

"You are Arya the son of Paskibra and the son of OSN?"

"Sir, I thought it was you, it didn't change because, sorry, there were no abrasions?"

"Nothing ..."I'm shaking.

"Thank God."

"Eh, wait... Knee's bleeding!" Arya squatted down, and indeed my knee was bleeding.

"Wait, I'll get the P3K from the car." Arya rushed to get something from her car and came back again.

"Let me..." I immediately grabbed the kassa and wound medicine from Arya's hand.

To be continue...

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