SUFFERING WITH IN-LAWS

There's Something in the Heart

I didn't expect to see Bianca at the cafe, when I got an invitation to eat with Aunt Natasya. Randy's aunt is coming home tomorrow to England.

I saw Bianca's face like a man of many minds.

As Bianca spoke a no-no about me, I immediately slapped her smooth cheek. Let him know that I'm not the old Sarah.

Maybe I used to be scared and weak. So that they will oppress me. But not for now and forever. I have to be brave against them, because I'm not wrong. And certainly so that they no longer demean me as before.

After the toilet incident, I continued eating with Randy's family. But Bianca's gaze from her seat that was currently facing each other with me, her gaze was so sharp to me.

I saw a lot of grudge in his eyes for me. I don't know what revenge, I don't know either. Because I never messed with her life even though she ruined my little family.

I turned my eyes to the people around me, chatting with Aunt Natasha and Randy. But when I tried to steal a glance at Bianca, she still looked at me.

"I want to go to the toilet first." Aunt Natasha stood up from her seat.

And along with that, Bianca left her seat after hanging up the phone.

Bianca who was seen hastily hit Aunt Natasya who was walking towards the toilet.

Brakk!!!

"Au...," cried Aunt Natasya probably out of shock or pain, I don't know. Because sometimes Aunt Natasya also likes a little more.

"Sorry Aunt, sorry." Bianca apologized with her head down.

Prak!!!

Something fell out of his bag, but he didn't realize it. Bianca continues to walk out of the cafe after apologizing to Aunt Natasya.

"Hi.. here you fall!," aunt Natasya called Bianca by brandishing her handphone, but Bianca ignored the call from Aunt Natasha.

It seemed like Bianca was in such a hurry, she left the cafe with a little small run and ignored the call of Aunt Natasya.

"Now, save it first. I'm going to the toilet, it's been removed from there." Aunt Natasya hands Bianca on the table.

But Randy and I just saw it, didn't dare to hold it.

Now Aunt Natasya has returned from the toilet and is sitting in her chair.

"You don't keep the phone, Ran?," asked Aunt Natasya by looking at us alternately.

"Auntie's the one keeping it, Randy's busy. So you can't turn around" said Randy gave an excuse to his aunt.

"But tomorrow's aunt will also have to fly to England. So how is the turnaround?," Aunt Natasya took and flipped Bianca's cell phone.

I just kept quiet not to join their chat, because I was worried that later Aunt Natasya told me to return Bianca's phone.

And I was so lazy to meet and argue with Bianca again.

"Let aunty bring it, maybe tonight Auntie came home a little night huh, Ran. Aunty forgot not to visit Auntie's old friend." Aunt Natasya said goodbye and stood up from her seat. He walked out, putting in Bianca's phone.

I also say goodbye to Randy, to go home. Because I think I get awkward when we're both like this. Because Kean and Kean's nanny are playing in the play ground provided in this cafe.

"Because there's still a lot of work to be done, Ran. So I go home first." I answered while putting the phone in the bag.

"If so, can you take me home? I didn't bring a car. My car was used by Aunt Natasya." Randy asked me to take him home.

Actually, this heart is not good. If I take her home, there's a sense of awkwardness. But if I refuse, like a bad person I am.

I finally decided to take her home. I wasn't alone in the car anyway, because there was Kean and his nanny.

Then I gave him the keys to the car, so Randy would take the car.

Then I sat down behind Randy who was driving. Kean and his nanny sit in the front seat next to Randy.

Along the way we didn't have many words, because there was a sense of awkwardness that was on Randy lately. Maybe because of the words of Aunt Natasya who called me Randy's girlfriend.

But I feel like Randy watches me occasionally through the rearview mirror. I just pretended not to know, for fear that he was embarrassed or misbehaved.

Randy interacts more with Kean. And they both look very familiar, already like children and.....

Ah... I had to throw that thought away. Because my current goal is Kean's future. I have to keep saving, from writing and the bakery. So I can open another bakery branch.

Suddenly my phone rang, when I saw it was a phone call from Sinta.

"Assalamualaikum, sin?!," I said a greeting after pressing the answer button on my phone screen.

"Waalaikumsalam, how are you, Sar?. Long time no see, there's something I want to tell you, Sar. When can we meet?" asked Sinta. I think we haven't seen each other in a long time.

Lately Sinta is very busy, because she is now back at work again. Because Sinta said the last time she called me, she said that now she has been relieved of her job as a personal assistant to her boss' wife who is none other than Bianca.

"You're busy, we'll meet if you're not busy. So yeah.." I replied.

When again busy chatting with Sinta over the phone, accidentally my view towards the spy who was above Randy.

And it turns out Randy is looking at me right now, and we're finally looking at each other. When I realized that, I immediately threw away my gaze at the others. Randy also looks wrong.

Why is Randy staring at me like that?. And why the look in his eyes there was something that made my heart pound. I think there's something in this heart. Because Randy's gaze managed to thrill me this.

But I have to shake off what I feel right now, because there's still this trauma that's imprinted on men.

I'm still afraid of domestic ties. I'm afraid what happened to me when I married Mas Damar is repeated here.

Especially Randy from a decent family. I'm sure that Aunt Natasya is just a B to me.

Because ever since I became an author, I could read the faces and characters of other people who were dealing with me.

While I saw Aunt Natasya when I found out that I already had a child from my previous marriage. It was very obvious the change in his facial expression.

So the only way is that I have to close my heart tightly, until I really sip to have a serious relationship.

After the phone call from Sinta I closed, it was not felt this car entered the yard of Randy's house whose yard looks so broad.

From his house alone, it was clear that Randy was the one who was. And I am mah what? I'm just the tip of his black nail. Which doesn't mean anything, I'm not at her level.