Swan Cherophobia

X-CHAP 9: Needle Hole

...“The news, it doesn't have to be cared....

...I'll only care about our marriage....

...Let God see and advise him.”...

The Daghiawi residence,

Jaro has gathered with Awi and Deniz's father. They were both compact in making fun of the youngest member within the Daghiawi family.

"Know Dad, he's one of the employees at Paperita company, right? So you went there, and you met him?" insinuations him.

Jaro shakes. It seems, his soul did not participate here, it was left near Ansa. "I didn't know that Sari worked there."

"Long," murmured Deniz. "Well, yesterday was great! I want to see him."

Jaro clenched his right hand. "I don't know. I was just chatting with him. Hm."

"Chat about what?" ask Dad.

Jaro chose a hunchback. Should I act like Ansa? He used to accept the rumors with Mas Deniz.

"About their past cooperation to bring down Ansa," Deniz continued.

"Astagfirullah," murmured Jaro.

"Oh yeah? And that means, they've succeeded?" I looked towards Jaro. "So you've managed to hurt Ansa? By leaving her while pregnant, and going with such a seductive woman?"

"Ngga is much different from Dad, anyway" Deniz said.

"Well, Mas. It's." Already." Jaro chose to leave in front of the two of them.

Dad and Deniz whispered, about Jaro's attitude that is not easy to emotion. Of course Jaro eavesdropped on their conversation. The two neutrals stared at the nanar to the glazed.

In the office,

Jaro quickly checked his schedule today to his secretary. And he also immediately did his job.

Now he is the head of the shareholders section at the school, in line with his brother who served as the head of the research fund subsidy at the Intence (Intelligence and Technology Advancement) campus.

"Oh yes, Mr. Jaro."

"Hm?"

The secretary approached Jaro. "I heard that Mr. Director will build a campus near the school. Is that true, sir?"

"Sir Damar, I don't know about it. The director hasn't discussed it with me. Meanwhile, the discussion is still about the Paperita company."

Damar, Jaro's secretary, just nodded and left Jaro's room. But his steps stopped.

"Oh sorry, sir. Tomorrow there is a meeting agenda about Paperita company. I just got the info from the secretary, Mr. Director."

Then I can go home soon? think Jaro.

"Yes, Mr. Damar. A visit to the school will last an hour or two. Please call the principal immediately."

"Good, sir."

At home, at home,

Ansa is engrossed in reading the book she borrowed from Aisyah's mother. The book has a green and pink cover under the title 'Love the Prophet'. She sat in the living room, with both legs folded over the sofa.

She hopes to forget her domestic problems for a moment. But I don't think you want Ansa to ignore the problem.

"Astane. This is your phone broken. When do you want to buy again?"

Ansa shook her head. "That's all, Ma. I don't want to play that anymore."

Mom approached and sat down beside him. Now Ansa memorized the attitude of her mother. If approaching like this, then it means that Ansa's opinion will be corrected by the right choice.

"If Ansa does not play social media, how can you contact friends and family?" ask mother.

Ansa was silent, and still looking for an excuse. But my mother spoke again.

"Use mobile phones as a liaison for people whose reach is far from us, and as a source of useful information. If yesterday Ansa saw such slanderous news, just think of it as a pinhole that looks small. Ignore it."

"Truely try to ask directly to the person concerned. Because the only ones who know the truth are us and that person, not the public."

"According to Mama, your problems are like warming up. Because later, maybe the test given will require you to be more patient."

"Ma. I can't say I can't be happy?"

Mom shakes. "Happy for everyone is many versions, Sa. We deserve to be happy and grateful for whatever happens."

"Happy yourself, however, is not always seen by how wide and how loud laughs. Simply smile, there may be some people who smile and recover from the wounds of his heart."

Ansa nodded and dared not look her mother in the eye. Shame, because it still looks cute. Then I decided to go to the kitchen.

Ansa's hand stroked her stomach. "Because God has left you, I have learned to be stronger, son," he murmured.

By nightfall, by,

Ansa had gathered together Hardi's father and Aisyah's mother at the dinner table. Smiles rose up on their faces, especially Ansa.

"It smells good~ I want it. Keep it on." Ansa's index finger moved to the side dishes available at the dining table.

"Oh please. Take, Son. Eat a lot, let Papa's grandchildren grow big," said the father.

"Bi, please bring out the fruits," mother pinta.

Both Ansa netra open when viewing the red, orange, and yellow colors of the fruits. "Mama, I want that wine."

In the midst of his busy dinner, Jaro stepped in with a lethargic face. His eyes caught the little family gathering at the dinner table.

"Jaroos. Get here soon, will you?"

"Yes, Pa. I'm gonna change clothes first." Jaro walked away again.

Jaro is still angry? He didn't even want to see me. Ansa prepared a spoonful of food, looking down and holding back her tears.

Since Jaro did not meet them at the dinner table, the father asked Ansa to bring food for Jaro to the room.

In the room, in the,

Ansa slowly walked in as her left hand carried a plate of dinner. Of course the shame and anxiety still enveloped him.

"Jaro." Ansa sees Jaro still calling on the balcony. He placed the plate on the tabletop shelf, and sat on the mattress.

Jaro looked at his wife who looked like she was waiting for him. "Pak Damar, if it is usually only noon, nothing. Day agenda please just forward before 12 noon."

Tut!

The phone connection has been cut off. And now it's time to connect a rather strained relationship.

Jaro forced his smile even for a moment. Because after that, there was awkwardness between them.

Ansa is not smiling. My mother's words are true. But it's hard to practice, huf.

"Sa." Jaro pecks Ansa's forehead. Makes Ansa shed tears. "All news is wrong. Trust me."

Ansa nodded. "Clearly to me, why did you meet him, Ro. And why didn't you tell me that you met him?"

Jaro explained everything from the beginning to himself who avoided Sari. "It's like that, Sa. B-but the photo edit is very deceiving to the eye."

"Then this morning at home, Deniz's father made fun of me. I am confused as to how to explain to them. To you, it's hard to explain."

"But if you like it, yes please." Ansa replied.

"Ngga. She couldn't bribe me with the food she brought to the room." Jaro grinned behind his teary eyes.

"Oh yes!" Ansa gave me the plate. Jaro refused it.

"Booking."

"Don't want to."

"Still angry?"

"Religious. Sebel. "

"More." Jaro gave me two boxes. There is a big box and a small box.

"Oh, so I was bribed so I could forgive you?"

"Yes. That's right!" exciting Jaro.

"I'd better throw-out" Ansa prepares to bring the two boxes. But Jaro held it gently.

"Don't. That's your gift." Jaro pulled him back to sit down. "Open, Sa."

"I want to open it, but after you eat."

"Yes yes. Here's the plate."

After Jaro put a spoonful of food into his mouth, Ansa opened the two boxes.

"Which one should I open?"

"Whatever. There is no zonk!"

Okay. The big one first! Ansa opened the box. Maybe it's a shirt, hihi.

It turned out that the big box contained something that Ansa had not obtained for a long time. Last time he got it while he was in school.

Yep! Goose biscuit!

"Jaro!! This is! This it? Huh uh?!" Ansa closed her gaping mouth in shock and astonishment. Goose biscuits of various colors are the contents of the big box.

"I bought it at May's bakery! And you should know, Sa. That shop is near our school!"

"Oh yeah?! Jaro IH! Take me there, Ro~" Ansa shook Jaro's arm for being so happy. Until he forgot that Jaro was carrying a plate containing his dinner.

"Eh uh! Sorry, Ro."

Jaro smiled widely because he managed to make his wife did not hesitate to smile. "Now, open the other one. Poor thing, he's been waiting!"

"What the hell. Not clear." Ansa opens the smaller box cover.

"I guessed it," Ansa said.

"Oh yeah? Well not surprised, huhu." Jaro swung his lips and pinched Ansa's cheek.

"Who else would buy me a cell phone? Papa's? Daddy's? Or Ranu's mas?"

"Or Sari?" reply Jaro. "Already, Sa. They're just-"

"Only supporting cast in our story."

"Yup!" Jaro chewed his food. "Now! Help me make this."

"You must also accompany this pregnant me! "

"Byeah! I'm not pregnant! But fat deposits in the stomach!"

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