The Retaliation of a Wife That Is Considered Stupid
2. I'm not stupid
During the day, Tata was dressed neatly with Navi long-sleeved blazer style, white T-shirt interior and pants that match her blazer. His hair he let seperated with the face that he had polished with a minimalist make up. What a perfect appearance, and do not forget a pair of white shoes with a height of 5cm that adorn the legs of his level.
This afternoon, he will fill a lecture at the campus where he became a Lecturer. Who only teach at certain times and are not tied to the campus. He can also teach at different campuses and in different places.
"Well, Non Tata is so beautiful! Going to college this afternoon? " ask Mak Ijah while praising Tata.
"Ah Mak can.. Yes Mak, Tata has a teaching schedule on campus this afternoon. If there is anything like Ibuk, directly contact Tata ya Mak? " answer Tata with a knotty smile.
"Go first, Mak! Assalamualaikum! " part of Tata while greeting the hand of Mak Ijah.
Because his mother was taking a nap, Tata went straight to the campus and just say goodbye to Mak Ijah. Tata went to campus driving his favorite sports car in red. He bought the car at a price that drained the bag. He had long wanted the car, and thank God, after saving for three years the money from several branches of his restaurant, he was finally able to buy his dream car by way of cash.
"Mas, Mommy... Good thing you don't know who I am? If only I had said that I was a Lecturer and a restaurant entrepreneur, I could have all the hard-earned treasures, you would have run out to support all your family, including your affair was Mas.. Ckck basic shame, do not know in profit. "tata's nag when seeing the status of his sister-in-law who showed off the chanel bag that he had just bought.
[The rich can definitely buy this favorite bag at any time.. Not like poor people who want to eat hard. wkwkkw].
"You don't know shame! You bought that bag with my restaurant money! " exciting Tata with annoyance while hitting the steering wheel of the car.
"Look at me, I'll make you regret playing with me. Enjoy your pleasure first.. I'll make you cry blood for mocking a Thalita" Tata said furiously.
After driving his car for almost 30 minutes, Tata finally arrived at the campus gate. Tata immediately turned his car in the special parking lot of Lecturers and campus officials.
"The Tata Jiang Bu... Tumben... Usually always morning. "greet Mr. Ujang who is a security guard at this campus.
" At noon also Mr. Ujang.. Yes sir, I changed Bu Della's permission because her son is sick. " replied Tata kindly.
"Come Sir! " sahut Tata pamphit to Pak Ujang.
"Yes, Ma'am Tata, please! " replied Mr. Ujang kindly.
Tata also went to the Lecturer's room to fill the absence first. Then he immediately went to the student room that he would teach in place of his friend.
After giving lectures for an hour and a half, Tata finally quit the class and decided to go monitor one of his restaurants in the city of Medan.
Tata entered his car in the parking lot and drove his vehicle at a moderate speed. Not long ago, he also arrived at a restaurant in the Japanese style because this restaurant is a restaurant that serves Japanese food. And even some of the cooks come directly from Japan.
"Good afternoon, Mrs Bos.. Why not call if you want to come? " said a woman with hair like a man who was cleaning the cashier's desk.
"Sore... Purposefully.. There is no intention of coming from home! Where's Resti? Why are you here? " answered Tata while questioning the woman in a row.
"Resti abdominal pain, from earlier nabok but no one can replace him because everything is again on busy. I happened to be passing by to the kitchen, uh son called.. Pity to see her tormented face nabok. "the woman answered in its entirety.
"Yes, you are here to change Resti temporarily until he returns from the toilet" said Tata as he walked upstairs.
"Ready Boss Ma'am! " the woman replied in a respectful manner to the flag.
Tata also headed to a special room for him when visiting this restaurant. Tata does have a special room for himself in all his restaurants.
Tata unlocks and closes the door back and locks it from the inside. He immediately sat down on the long sofa in this room.
Thalita PoV
I'm Thalita, 25 years old. I have a mother because my father died when I was in 3rd grade Junior High. Mother supported me diligently without using father's oil palm plantation. Mother said, as long as he was still breathing, he would always look for money in order to give it to his grandchildren later. Actually I have an older brother, my mother's son with her ex-husband before marrying my father.
My mother's first husband was a fairly capable person when marrying my mother, but when Bang Sandi was 3 years old, my mother's husband's business went bankrupt due to deception by his own friend.
My mother's husband is temperament, loves to play hands and loves to gamble. Mom gets to work just to fill her belly and Bang Sandi.
My mother ran away with Bang Sandi who was 5 years old. Mother could no longer bear to be made a samsak when her husband was angry to go home. Mother met my father who had saved her when she was chased by thugs. Mom and Bang Sandi brought my father to his village in Medan so that he could be separated from men as rude as my mother's husband.
Because he often met and interacted, he married my mother and a year later I was born. Despite living well, the mother still works as a washing worker to send Bang Sandi to school. Because for the mother, Bang Sandi is her responsibility as a mother.
However, my father did not want to lose his hand in giving school to Bang Sandi until he graduated from college. Not long after Bang Sandi graduated, she got a contract to work in Malaysia. Bang Sandi went to work there and left the three of us here. A few months later my father fell ill and soon he left me and my mother in this world. I called Bang Sandi to give her this sad news, but there was no response from her.
Ibuk was devastated by the sudden departure of his father and Ibuk was also disappointed with Bang Sandi who did not care about his father, though he could go to college because the work of my father was not his father who was a drunk and gambler.
After my father died, Ibuk was the one who worked hard to earn a living, but we still have a garden that produces every month that more than enough if only for both of us. But Ibuk does not want, because the money from oil palm plantations for my education costs later, as long as Ibuk is still healthy, Ibuk will work so the answer if I ask.
Graduated from High School, I went to UNIMED to major in management economics. I went to college while working in a cafe as a waitress, because I happened to be studying in the morning until 1 pm. I work from 2 to 8 pm because the system works shifts.
Very good salary for my own snacks because I was in college to get a scholarship for 2 years. The third and final year of my school fees from the garden that I had collected.
Four years I went to college, and four years I worked in a cafe and I raised money from the cafe to buy the cafe because the owner would move with her husband to another city. Because my money was only half, Ibuk gave money from the garden that used to be in the canister. Eventually the cafe officially became mine and I developed it into a cafe and restaurant that fit the current trend.
Two years of this cafe and restaurant I managed, the development is really significant than I imagined. So I bought a cafe or restaurant that the owner wanted to sell and then I developed it according to the current taste by not changing the taste and I managed to do it. For three years alone, I already have three restaurants and cafes spread in the city of Medan with a turnover that is not small.
I also finished my S2 education in this city three years ago while managing a cafe and restaurant business. And my mother still pursue her job as a loundryman not a laundry worker because Ibuk opened a loundry business when I was 2 years old. At that time I was very opposed to Ibuk who worked as a washing worker, and I gave advice, rather than being a laundry worker from house to house, Ibuk open loundry. Let people come home to take their laundry. Finally my father gave capital to open a loundry business and the business is still running until I graduated S2 and already have four branches in this Medan city.
Ibuk sold some of his father's legacy oil palm plantation land for me to study S2 first because Ibuk really wanted me to have a high education.
"Why the hell buk, adek in order to go to college again? Kan adek has also become a scholar and also has had a business. "ask me at that time.
"From adek is still in the womb Ibuk, Ibuk is determined if the child is born later female, Ibuk will send her high school, Ibuk, so that if she later married she was not humbled and underestimated by her husband. Ibuk did not want the daughter of Ibuk suffered the same fate as her mother who was humiliated, despised, underestimated because she did not finish school. So Ibuk determined that adek can be high school so as not to be looked down on by others including the husband. " replied Ibuk at length.
What I said used to be true. I married a man I knew when I attended a meeting of young entrepreneurs in Jakarta. The man I thought was good turned out to be just a guise. Our relationship continued because I got my S3 college scholarship at UI from my campus in Medan. The man and his family did not know that I was in Jakarta this S3 lecture. Because my soul is the soul of business, I bought a restaurant the way it was in Medan first, then I developed it. Thank God for a year I already have three more cafes and restaurants in Jakarta and surrounding areas.
I also bought a restaurant in the Central Jakarta area, a restaurant that went bankrupt due to lack of buyers because many rivals have almost the same concept. I turned it into an Asian restaurant that serves a variety of Asian dishes, even the chef I came with that was actually officially certified.
When I married Dika, I already had a type 45 house that I deliberately bought when I was in college. We got married after a month I graduated my S3 college, and the restaurant I bought had started to crawl up its turnover. A week after getting married, I got word from Medan that my mother was in the hospital for falling in the bathroom. I immediately went to Medan left my husband in Jakarta alone when at that time we had not felt the beauty of the first night because after marriage I had a monthly guest.
I've been in Medan for a week, and we communicate by phone and video call. My fourth restaurant, which was just starting to go up, lost the person I trusted to manage it because of an accident. Not wanting no restaurant to handle, I asked my husband Mas Dika to manage it as long as I took care of my mother in Medan.
Mas Dika was very happy to hear my request and he immediately quit his job as a motorcycle tool salesman.
We both had a long-distance relationship and I could only go to Jakarta once a month to miss Mas Dika. And strangely enough, every time I go back to Jakarta, I'm always in the red cross.
My mother was sentenced to a stroke, which left her limbs numb and unable to speak. As the only daughter, I asked my husband's permission to take care of Ibuk in Medan and my husband casually allowed it. I've been sick for six months, and for the last four months I haven't had time to return to Jakarta to visit my husband.
This morning, there was a video message from my sister-in-law Alana. A video of my husband celebrating a birthday with a woman I don't know with my in-laws and in-laws.
"Bad.. Beware you Mas, how dare you betray me. "I said furious with my heart pounding with restraining emotions.
Seriate...
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