Wife Candidate for My Husband
part 4's
As a woman, I can feel what she is feeling. No matter how rich, if not love and like each other, how can we be together. Especially just because they are in debt, the child becomes a victim.
“Whose name?” I just melt the atmosphere.
“Delia, Ma'am.”
“Del! If you don't mind, and if you want, you can work at Ma'am's house and live there. How?”
“If Adel, anyway, want to, Ma'am. Any work Adel want.”
“Ya. Now you calm yourself first, continue to shop later!"
I think Delia is hardworking, persistent and obedient. At a young age, he should still be in school. But, maybe because of his family like that, Delia's education was abandoned. In some parts of his body there are also like a punch mark. Is that his parents? To guarantee the child as a debt payer.
After all the necessities were complete, I headed to the cashier with Delia to pay for the groceries. Delia had also looked a little calm, no longer tense like that. May Mas Wawan allow Delia to work to help me, as well as stay at home.
“Mas!”
“Iya, Deck. Purchased it?”
“Already, Mas. But ... I have something to talk about, can you?”
“Ya, please, Deck. What do you want to talk about?”
“So, gini, Mas. Hm ... anyone wants to come to work, exactly help me make a cake and clean up the house, if Mas allow ..?”
“Who? Know where?”
“Name is Delia, I knew her at the Mini Market earlier. The guy's good, kok.”
“Ya. Try it first, or later I'll consider first, how?”
“But, he has no place to stay, Mas. Newly hit by calamity, kasian.”
I know Mas Wawan will not be that easy. The reason was quite short, he did not want any other woman in our midst. Especially if the light is open.
“For a while, just find him rented first. So that there is a place to stay.”
Kuhiri Delia who was sitting pensively on the front bench of Mini Market to tell what Mas Wawan said. As a wife, I must obey all the orders of my husband, whatever they may be for good.
“Del! Earlier I wanted to apologize. Mas Wawan, Mbak's husband suggested that you look for a contract first. Later if you have considered Wawan, then you can work, yes. It's okay, right?”
“Iya, Ma'am. Thank you in advance for helping me.”
“This is a little sustenance for your fare, also HP Mbak number. Later if you have rented, contact Mbak, yes!”
“Good, Ma'am. Once again thank you.”
“Mbak go home first, Kasian Mas Wawan wait in the car. Assalamualaikum!”
“Waalaykumussalam.”
Arriving at home, Mas Wawan asked me to explain what really happened. But, I postponed it because I had to clean up the groceries first.
“Gini, you know, Mas. Last time I walked into the Mini Market, someone bumped into me. Then I woke him up because he fell. His hands tremble, his face is frightened, it turns out he was chased by his stepfather, wanted to be betrothed to loan sharks as debt payers. I asked him where he was going, even crying and shaking his head. Instead of him hanging out in the streets, I took the initiative to offer to work in our home, Mas.”
“If Mas, anyway, it's up to you. But on one condition, he can't stay here, it'll be slanderous, Dek. Work problems, Mas serahin with you.”
“Truly can work here, Mas?”
“Iya, Darling. So you're not too cape either, are you? Clean it up first, yeah. All you want to pray Maghrib.”
As usual, Mas Wawan always took a peek at my forehead.
“Ana uhibuka please, Mas.”
“Hm! Where do you learn from, Dek? He-he.”
“I didn't learn the dreadlocks, Mas. But, learn to make you happy.”
The sweet smile was on the corner of Mas Wawan's lips, indicating so happy he. Immediately I ran small, tightly hugging her waist from behind.
