Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

338. Phone From Goddess

Hilmanis.

I was more amazed at the figure of the Goddess, a woman who was very patient and also loving, both to me and also to Vita. Mother, although ketus also love the Goddess.

I've been out of the factory for a month now, actually it's a pity to get out of there because the salary is good, but hearing the wishes of the father-in-law who wants me to follow in his footsteps, he said, it makes me unable to resist that desire.

'sorry yes. It's not that I want to put you down, Hilman. Nothing at all, but you want to ask. When do you want to work in a factory? With your income and such a large expenditure, how much can you give to the Goddess? Same as your mother? How much money can you save as savings? Look, Vita is big, she wants a lot, you also have to have savings if Vita has to undergo treatment. Enough?' asked the father when we were sitting in the living room.

I just looked down inside, thinking that what you said was the right thing. I said if I do not have capital, let alone to buy groceries, for rent stalls I can not afford. You are willing to give capital for it all, things that have been prepared for the Goddess, but I do not feel good if all from the father. Reception alone all the costs of the father who bore, I only spent eight million, it was also the result of the mother selling gold in her body. It's not nice if I don't spend money on the reception party as a man.

Finally, although with a heavy heart my father agreed, I borrowed from him the capital of the basic trade, more than a hundred million. It feels heavy because I still have dependents to the former bank at that time, still long enough until the debt is paid off.

The father also said if for a while, the debt to his bank will be borne as long as I tripe. After I succeeded in pioneering, the debt was paid in installments every month to the father. Doubtful, but you continue to convince if eight out of ten sustenance comes from selling,

I was pensive in the store, a male employee was tidying things up on the shelf, putting coffee in place. Like my father, I opened a grocery store, selling wholesale and retail. Of course, the price is differentiated when buying at retail prices. The employee appointed by the father is experienced, has been with the father for about three years. He was here because to help me who is still lay about trading.

The store is a little quiet during the week, whereas the time of the beginning of the month until last week there are still many buyers. Both father, Goddess, and Heru - my employees - say if it is natural to sell quietly like this, buyers come because they try and want to know what is sold in this place. They did not stop supporting me who often thought of my life if the trade did not sell.

The sound of the phone ringing rang out loud disperse my daydream. I took the phone and put it in my ear.

"Mas. Home, Mas!" said the Goddess without saying hello, her voice sounded like panic.

"Back, Mom. If you can now!" said Dewi then hung up the phone unilaterally. I'm afraid, usually Dewi will call if this is related to Vita, or if she wants food from outside will just send a message.

I got up and picked up my jacket and bag.

"Her, drop off the store for a second. I want to go home first, Mother Goddess of the phone. You're okay, are you guarding the shop?" I said to Heru.

"Yes, Mas. Go ahead" he said, turning his head, but his hands did not stop hanging the shampoo out of place.

I rushed to get the bike, but it was still one o'clock in the afternoon. Lucky the road was deserted from the vehicle and I could speed.

The house of the Goddess has many people, I can see it from a distance. This heart feels directly ungodly. What's in the house? The goddess said nothing.

I opened the crowd after parking the motorbike in the courtyard, some people gave way for me to pass by.

"Assalamualaikum," I said quickly.

"Waalaikum hail, Mas." The goddess turned her head towards me, what I saw there made me surprised.