Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

321. Message from the Father-in-law

"Why did it have to be sold?" ask the Father-in-law.

"Honestly, Hilman only has a little money to help with the reception costs." I bow my head. It felt a little embarrassed as well because there was nothing in my mind about this marrying the reception.

"Oh if for that matter, I have no problem. You have prepared money for the Goddess reception from far away. You don't have to think about costing anything anymore. Just use the money that is in you for business capital. It is impossible that you will forever be a laborer in a factory. Try to find other business opportunities, who knows can get more and can also hire people around," said the father explained.

I was overwhelmed by the thought of a father like this. It was very different from my father's thought. He would rather his son become an employee who has a position than open a business.

"What field are you an expert in? If indeed the interest in selling kayak aja open a shop. Rent it first in the market later you can also open your own store," said the father again.

I nodded my head, actually had long wanted to open a business, but capital became an obstacle. Yesterday I collected the capital to give to Dewi two million, only seven million money left and also the motorbike I use.

"So this is if for the reception, you are the same Goddess first talk about the same concept of the dress you want to wear, later if for the matter of the father's responsibility."

Shame actually, usually the men also help spend money. Here, you say you want to bear it all.

"Don't be from the Father, sir. Hilman felt embarrassed if he did not pay for the party later," I asked the father.

He stretched out his hand to me and patted me on the shoulder a little hard.

"Why should I be ashamed? We are already family. This has indeed become the vow of the father if Dewi married the father who will finance this marriage. Dewi is the only daughter, and again married also not at a young age. The money you've collected all this time is enough to make a party."

"You're not like that. Better the money that is equal to you for selling capital only."

"But Hilman is scared, sir. The sale should start from the beginning. While now only Hilman still have dependents to a bank that is quite large per month. Afraid that I can't do what?"

"Man, ten of the road of sustenance is eight of them are selling. If you are afraid not to return the capital is natural. His name is also people are pioneering, the term is someone else who does not know that you are selling something. You have to be sure."

"You know not the struggle you used to like how to be like this now? Falling awake Father never frowned. Until the capital continues to borrow again also never. Now thank God everyone already knows you sell goods in the market, now no longer the father who is looking for buyers, but buyers who are looking for you. Just make sure that the sustenance comes from what we do."

"Keep trying and do not forget to pray, pray five times, do not forget the evening prayer, God willing, if we continue to strive to pray surrender to God the sustenance will come by itself. And don't forget one, happy wife. Never make a wife cry. Whatever he wants to buy leave it alone, it's okay our money runs out the same wife, after all God will return more than spent. Do not forget also shodaqoh, although a little we spend then many times what we get," said the father again at length. I was not angry nor was I upset to hear the words of my father like a lecture, but this heart felt very calm, comfortable and peaceful listening to him.

"Yes sir I understand. Thanks for the advice."

***

News of my marriage has spread in the factory. The widow of the one child who often approached me was also now acting indifferent, no longer approaching as before. Just a quick glance if we passed each other in the parking lot, the food was never again given to me in the morning.

Every time we met and I greeted him he always threw his face away, pretended not to listen or just answered properly and then dodged.

It was, when we were all right and I just thought of him as a friend.

"Sir, called the boss to his room" said one of my subordinates.

"Which boss?" my question is, here the term boss is sometimes used carelessly so that sometimes confused boss who calls.

"Sir Eka, told to go to his room" said the boy again.

"Oh, okay." I got up and headed to Pak Eka's office, which I was at first a little confused as to who Eka was while I knew Ayu's husband was Arga.

Arga workspace is different from the others, there is only one and no more in this factory area. Very comfortable and also spacious, clean fiber, it is appropriate if guests from outside are often welcomed here.

"Mbak, I want to see Mr. Eka" I said to the beautiful woman in front of the door of Arga's room.

"What do you need?" ask without seeing me.

"So someone said he was called to Mr. Eka's room" I answered his question.

"Really?" He even asked.

"Hem, when I lied? Why also I'm far from the warehouse here if not for being called Mr. Eka."

The woman raised her head and looked at me. "Yes, wait a minute, let me call Mr. Eka first. If I lie I love SP yes, leave the work area," he said with a ketus.

"Yes don't blame me, too, blame the info." I don't want to just get in trouble. Someone else who is my prank got hit!

The woman had just finished contacting Arga, she pointed at the door of the room which meant I could go in there. A little disrespectful to the woman, challenging work under the boss.

The door of the room I knocked and I opened, went in there and saw Arga who was struggling with his laptop.

"Assalamualaikum," I said salutations.

The man lifted his head from the laptop and smiled as he looked at me.

"Have come, please sit down" said the man graciously.

"What do you call me, sir?" I asked him, rarely does a superior call his subordinates to this room, except ....

Am I going to get fired?