The Heart Of The Wife On Honey

Chapter 14 The Spirit of Laila

As I promised before I went home I apologized to Silvia.

I don't know why I really feel emotional about what the old man did.

Before I was not like this. Maybe because the pain I received made me incarnate like this.

Maybe I'll bow down to anyone but now I'm not like that. I have to keep my pride, because it's not my fault. If only there I was wrong, I would apologize. But I was just trying to get rid of it.

I don't need the flattery and trust of my superiors. I wonder who the owner of the restaurant is.

Ever since I worked, I never saw him. Only Bagas who always come once a week check the development and income there.

Dretc ... Drett ...

My phone rang an incoming call sign, I saw who called. I smiled to see who was calling me.

"......"

"Waalaikumsalam, aunty. What was? "

"......."

"Good, bik. What else did aunt order? "

"......"

"Ready, yasudah. Asthma is closing! "

I was surprised at the request of Aunt Melati.

"What aunt Melati cravings for! lots of fruit and snack orders? "

I monologued myself while thinking about why Aunt Melati told me to buy so much fruit. As I recall, there were not many stocks of fruit in the Mansion.

Without a second thought I'd better buy an aunt's order.

"Pak, tolong anterin ke pasar tradisional dulu? "

"Good, Nenk. "

I smile amused whenever Mr. Ojol calls me Nenk. It feels like how it is.

"Sir, please wait, Laila wants to shop first."

"Ready,"

I went straight in looking for the fruit that Aunt Melati ordered and some snacks and some food for Mr. Ojol.

Already got my aunt Melati's order right back. I feel so comfortable riding a jolt rather than bringing my own car. At least I can share and learn about this life. Mr. Ojol has told me a lot about his life. Makes me jealous sometimes a moment later and feel sad.

Although Mr. Ojol lives a simple life with a job as Ojol but Mr. Ojol still smiles and is grateful for his condition. And to my envy, Mr. Ojol's family is so kind and harmonious even though their lives are simple.

Mr. Ojol has two children, one male and one female. Both of his sons were very polite and kind. I still remember when three days ago I forced Mr. Ojol to wander into his house. Moreover, Mr. Ojol always said that his wife's cooking is so good. When I stopped by his house it turned out that I had been welcomed and it was true that the Sacred buk cuisine was so sweet and fitting on my tongue.

I remember the words of the Holy Book at that time.

"We are smart western cuisine, do not forget that the typical food of our region is much more delicious. Our tongue is not the West. "

I smiled, remembering that, until I didn't feel like I was there. Because there are so many groceries I have Mr. Ojol come directly in.

Usually I always stop right in front of the gate but this time I told Mr. Ojol to come in.

I was confused to see Mr. Han's face gatekeeper his face was like a fight.

"This is a habit, Non. There was a little problem. Copet time wants to meet here, well father hajar he. he.., "

"Oh that, yeah be careful next time, sir. "

I went straight into this day a tense atmosphere was seen from the faces of aunts and uncles. But I didn't dare to ask. What else Mr. Han's answer makes little sense.

Is there something I shouldn't know. Butwhat? andwhy? I'm sure no one will tell. Let me find out for myself what really happened.

"Auntie, this is aunt's order. "

"Thank you dear. Sorry auntie is a hassle!"

"Emang, what the hell do bik. This much fruit? "

"It's customary for aunts to love the children of the home, "

I just feel like something is really wrong. They all hide it from me.

First I was told to do a lot of shopping, go home to see Mr. Han bonyok and now Aunt Melati is going to buy fruit for the children's home. Wouldn't everyone go to Aunt Melati's home and never bring anything. But aunt Melati will bring all the children play parlors and choose whatever they like.

I don't want to guess what they're really trying to hide from me. I feel tired and want to rest. I went straight to Aunt Melati to go to the room. What else I haven't prayed ashar.

I clean my body before praying because my body is sticky. Today really makes me tired. What else did this incident really upset me.

It's okay to teach the old man a little lesson. Remembering that pisses me off at his son.

His son did not like my presence working there. Either because he didn't step up or, I don't know, either.

Or don't like me a new kid but it's been flattered very high. It's not my fault, just blame the people who flattered me. I don't need flattery either, I'm afraid I can forget myself.

Now that I'm out, maybe he's happy because there's nothing more to rival his cooking.

Bodo I really don't care about that. The most important thing is that I'm free, I just think of Ani. Did I tell Ani mba to work in Abi's lertoran or I told Ani to work in Aunt Melati's butiq. At least his salary is greater to help his two younger siblings who are still in school.

Huhhhhh...

Thinking about it makes me a little dizzy. I lay my body on the bed while staring at the ceiling of my room.

I didn't expect, I've been 360 days. I was wasted one year.

There is still love in this heart! I think it's still there. How could I have so quickly forgotten about Mas Vandu.

Mas Vandu was my first love but he was also the first man to tolerate such a deep wound. Maybe I can forget it but the pain of injustice still lingers in my heart.

No Laila, why are these tears still coming out. Don't be stupid! you've been crying enough all this time. Forget and plan your own future.

I keep struggling with my mind and conscience. That's right Aunt Aisyah said. My journey is long and I am still young. There is still happiness at the end there that awaits me even though I know that happiness is only I myself who achieve it without being accompanied by others.

Who's gonna pick up the barren woman! there is no no! they must have thought twice about picking me up. Remembering that made me convince myself that there would be no more marriage in my life.

I feel humiliated and wasted. I will not allow myself to be demeaned again.

Laila's Spirit....

Seriate....

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