The Enchantment of Madam

Waiting for Him to Fall in Love

We went home in the rain that hit the car. It turns out true my guess, the mobile phone signal was down even the recognition had no signal at all makes it difficult to contact anyone.

Indeed, the meeting of Mbak Gothic with his client has been completed since then. Even he was invited home by his client to be driven home, but he refused.

"Why not?" tanyaku who was met with a cynical look by him.

"But, even jutek. What's wrong with me, try?" I asked again with a smile, but Mrs Gothic still did not want to answer.

No conversation in the car. Only silence accompanied us during the trip and only the sound of heavy rain falling on our car until now the car has reached the yard of his house.

I opened the car door and opened the umbrella, and then I walked over to open the door of the Gothic Mother's car so that she could go down without getting wet with the umbrella that I had brought her.

Slowly the Gothic Mbak came out and I grabbed his waist so that our bodies were close together. Not to be presumptuous, I only minimize if only the body of the Gothic Mother of wetness.

"Don't hold my waist!" The Gothic ma'am patted my right arm that was being coiled around her waist, while my left hand held an umbrella.

I let go as he wanted.

"Sorry, I have no insolent intentions, really."

"Not a brash intention but steal a chance!" it was the pain that made me smile.

"Kok, you know?" I smiled by showing a row of neatly arranged teeth.

"Let's go! The look of your face character!"

"Hehe .. means you know that I love you, Ma'am?"

"But!" gothic Ma'am replied as if annoyed, but her cheeks looked blushing.

We walked up the stairs to get into the room. Actually, below there is also a large room that used to be occupied by his late grandmother, but the Gothic Mother still does not want to occupy it. He was still sad as if he had entered the room because it made him miss the grandmother who had left.

I just changed clothes and pants that were wet enough because I had a shower before I picked up a Gothic mom. My nose is starting to make me feel uncomfortable.

Yes, my body is that weak against the cold. However, I make sure I will take care of all the people I love and be willing to live with me until I age.

**

Time refers to the number eight nights. I've spent many days with Gothic ma'am. However, the situation is still the same while my mother-in-law is still always terrorizing to give grandchildren to them.

Almost a month of my marriage to Mbak Gotik and still going like this, there is no significant change in our relationship. Mrs Gothic seemed busy with her work and I was busy looking for excuses when forced to give her grandchildren.

"Mother?" A pair of Gothic Mbak's eyes were rounded when his mother came to our house.

"Mother how are you?" ask the Gothic ma'am again when he was in the family room tonight.

"Mother wants to stay here, it just so happens that your father is working out of town" my in-laws said.

Of course, the Gothic ma'am looks happy. Because this moment seems rare. Where one family is always busy managing the company. In fact, even Gothic. Only his late grandmother who was always there and faithfully accompanied the Gothic Mother chatted casually. No doubt he prefers to live with his grandmother rather than his parents.

No parent wants their child to suffer. Perhaps it was also applied by the Albern family to the Gothic Mbak. However, they seem to forget that what the child wants is not just that, the child will always want attention and affection such as birthday greetings that may be said sweetly once a year.

Not long ago Alda brought me the latte my mother-in-law asked for.

"Please, Madam, Non and Mas Levine." Alda set the latte on the table.

"I went to the toilet, Bun," said Mrs Gothic then passed by. At the same time I got a message from someone.

"Sorry, Madam. I'll pick up the phone for a second." I nodded in homage then passed towards the outer terrace.

Tonight was so cold with the rest of the rain that was pouring down on the earth from this afternoon. The breeze of the night wind and the drops of water gurgling that hit the tile seemed to be a melodious rhythm tonight.

"What else do you want?" I received a phone call that turned out to be from Om Riko.

"Harwit, come home quickly. Your brother does not want to be taken to the hospital," replied Om Rico from his mobile phone.

I smiled at the sarcasm. Feeling funny with my brother who seems to be a child figure.

"If I go home, will you go to the hospital? Force it, Om! He's old, when did he behave like a child?"

"Om was forced, Harwit, but your brother still won't. Even the doctor who came to the house was rejected" said Om Rico.

Our discussion lasted long enough. It was Om Rico who told me to go home immediately, and I who desperately refused because I did not want to meet him.

Bang Alex's age is more than enough. Our age difference is seven years. Between me and Bang Alex has characteristics that are inversely proportional. Bang Alex has a spoiled attitude whereas I have a hard and unruly characteristic.

"Tap me home, but not to live there. Papa is, right?"

"There's."

"Tomorrow I'll go home, but remember, don't call me again tonight!" I disconnected the cell phone call.

It seems like I've been arguing with Om Rico for a long time. The atmosphere in the family room seemed to warm when he saw Mbak Gothic with his mother. The laughter just slipped on the lips of two women who were adrift in age. Both of them look beautiful, no doubt at this time I began to like to see the face of Mbak Gothic after halal became mine. Although I did not tell him that he was not entirely mine.

Either I'm stupid or I'm too good to her. In the view of state and religious law, I should have my rights over him. I don't know why I chose to wait. Waiting for the Gothic madam to fall in love with me.

"Ki, Kia." Mrs Sintia patted the cheek of a Gothic Mbak who looked unconscious.

Not just once did my mother-in-law try to wake her daughter up, but Gothic Ma'am looked as if she was unconscious.

Is he sleeping or fainting?

"Bak Kia why, ma'am?" I asked when I was next to the Gothic Mom.

I who panicked half to death felt astonished by my mother-in-law who seemed ordinary. It occurred to me in daydreaming; was she not the biological mother of the Gothic Mother? Because when her daughter was unconscious, Madam Sintia looked mediocre.

"Hurry up and take it to your room and do your job to give me my grandchildren!" Mrs Sintia's words confused me.

"meaning?" I squinted my eyes.

"He'll wake up about two hours later because I gave him a sedative so he can sleep tonight. So, do your job well. You're a normal guy, right?" lady Sintia asked which astonished me at her request.