Trapped by the Love of Leaning
Go home.
Today Shirleen, Jason and his entourage are going back to the capital, Jason has to go to school and work, he's been on vacation for a long time, after all for what is also lingering he will not be able to honeymoon for now.
They hugged each other except Jason, cold and stiff man seemed to be able to follow the serenaded drama like that.
Jacob saw a henchman in his papa's arms, the baby who had not even a month was very close to Jason.
"Where are we going, going to go home deck yaaa" said Mama Mila, she mouthed Jacob's chubby cheeks.
"Jason, you want to forgive papa, papa is sorry baby, back home ya" he continued, he continued, Mama Mila has dared to talk that way because her relationship and Jason has improved since she decided to marry her son to the woman he loves, her son has started to return to his usual attitude to her.
Jason was silent, frankly he still hated, his father made a mistake not only meddling with his affairs with Shirleen and intended to separate them, but his father was the reason why he was so depressed throughout his life.
"I'll think, I'll visit Papa if there's time, but I'm sorry I can't stay home anymore, I've decided, we'll stay four of us" Jason replied, actually, not if there is time but if he can reduce his hate maybe he will visit his Papa.
"Alright, Mama always wishes you all the best" though it's hard but at least she's not as far away from her son as she was a few days ago, to be honest, when Jason was no longer willing to listen to his words at that moment he felt pain, at that time he seemed to fail to be a parent, ignored more pain than having to argue with his son.
"Ma, Shirleen will certainly often play at my mother's house, same Misca, Jacob as well" said Shirleen, she knew at this time her father-in-law was hiding her sadness.
"Yes dong dear, it must be, Misca later nginep ya in the house Oma, we play" Mama Mila told Misca, the presence of Misca and Jacob added to his happiness, although not his flesh and blood, Maka said, but the two little heroes that he had considered his own grandson were the ones he could at least hope to take care of him later in old age.
"Yes Oma, Misca will definitely nginep home oma again"
The car had arrived at the airport, Mr. Ramli and his two men helped lift everyone's luggage.
Quite crowded, they were made apart by two cars. Jason's car was driven by Mr. Ramli, there was Shirleen and two heroes, and Mama Mila and Ipah behind.
While the other car, there are two men Pak Ramli and Bi Ida who brought both parents Shirleen and Sekar.
Once again the cuddling drama happened, Mama Mila thanked Bi Ida who had taken care of Shirleen during Shirleen's stay in the village.
"Later we will come back again Bi, the village is very comfortable, lots of fresh fish that tastes good to cook anything, I always have an appetite if I live here" Shirleen told Bi Ida.
"Yes Miss, later if den Jacob has been allowed to travel everywhere we go to explore Belitung island, here the beach is nice, miss must come back later we have a picnic on the beach, we burn fresh fish, Bibi wait yaaa" carefully because it is not usual to speak Indonesian well Bi Ida said what was in his heart. He already considered Shirleen as a family no longer anyone else.
"Yes Bibi, also give my greetings to the neighbors, sorry can not say goodbye all sudden, please say yes"
"Yes Miss must be"
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"Why do you want to stay here ?" tanya Riska who just opened the door of her mother's house, she indeed lived there for several days because she avoided Mas Rendi who continued to beg her to withdraw her divorce lawsuit, she said, but he again burned with anger when he found his youngest brother carrying two large suitcases with his son and a maid.
"I want to stay here brother for a while" Athar replied.
"Why don't you live in your house ?" ask Riska again while holding her chest, her tone is so tight.
"I was fired, my money was spent to pay the debt to the company, I don't know where to stay, please don't fuss, just let me and my son stay here until I get another job"
The problem that Athar faced was really hard, not to mention if the eldest invited him to a fight, he would not be strong, let him calm his brain for a moment.
"Dipecat, how can ?"
"Yes fired, there is nothing impossible name is also just cooperation of people, want to be as high as any position we remain just babu, which can be thrown away at any time" Athar chose to say so, saying, he was reluctant to tell the truth, whether his brother would know or not later, but this time he just wanted his brother not to ask again.
"Soften if you do not work how with Mom, you do not forget that you have made mom so sick to cake that" Riska reminded again.
"Yes... I don't forget, not all this time I've also been the one who spent the most money, even the four of you never helped me a dime, if suddenly I don't have any more money ya dong think, dong, is there a child who deliberately makes his parents sick ?"
"You.." growled Riska.
"Udah yaaa sak, do not need to take a debate, I am tired kak, the car has been sold, now I have nothing but a second matic motor in front, I have no car, don't you have any pity for me"
"If you guys are a little still consider me as your sister, yes you replace me dong out of expenses for caring for mother, mother's child is not just me doang, it's not just me doang, or just let you not spend a lot of money, stop facilitating Mother in the elite hospital so that, we take care of at home, hire people to take care of mothers, elite hospitals are expensive, and so on, the price of the room one night was already able to pay the maid for a year" he said then passed away, showing Sri's room, he also asked Fahira to sleep with Sri tonight, he said, it's not that he just wants to rest undisturbed tonight, he's really tired, from the physical to the brain needs to be refreshed with enough sleep.
He had just gone through his silly life today, he still could not believe that he was now poor and had nothing left.
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