Office Hour
Ipar Doesn't Have Akhlak

After Leon left, I went back.

I promised I wouldn't make Meilinda cry.

But this morning she was crying again.

Well although not because of me, but because of the nature of the insecure relapse. But I still got it wrong.

Want to entertain also can not because actually I do not understand his worries.

The fries are attacking my face.

"What the hell are maaasss?!" I'm getting pissed.

"Don't be dumb," he hissed.

I let out a breath.

"Not talking?" ask Mas Bram.

I ruffled my hair, it felt like blood flow stuck to the head.

"I'm talking to you like it's not going to matter, because I'm confused about the obvious" I said.

Mas Bram nodded.

"Who can beat you?"

"Obviously, it must be a fellow woman who understands Meilinda."

"Oohs... Meli problem." sis Mas Bram. Then he sat down.

"You need to know, Le, Meli is different from other women around us. A woman of such advanced age has many complex problems. And again because his stamina cannot match those of us who are 10 years younger, so he often feels insecure" said Mas Bram.

"So what he knows is... Mommy?" my many.

Bram shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe." she replied.

"...now... You." he pointed at me.

"Me?"

"Yes, you..."

"I why?"

"That's what I want to ask. You why?"

"I'm fine," but I sighed and scratched my head again.

Wrong shampoo times, yes.

"Ck! Still ngeles." sis Mas Bram. "Le, I know that you actually accept Meli as she is. Want him to get old first, cake, want menopause, cake, Want to wrinkle first, cake, you from the beginning also already understand the situation. Huh yeah?"

"Hm.." I responded lazily. As usual, Mas Bram will not be able to lie or hide something in front of him.

I sneered towards him.

"Yes, this is just... The fear of a husband" my hiss. "I just want Meli to be comfortable with her. He will be insecure for the next 6 months. And he alluded to the child problem, in front of Milady who was pregnant. Meilinda likes kids. The fact that he can't give us offspring is sure to lower us.." I frowned, lazy to continue my words.

"... Lowering?" Bram was waiting for me to talk.

"... lowering.." I grimaced.

But I don't know what I'm going to say? Plis is mas!!

"What ?" ask Masku.

I grumbled to myself, he really didn't know.

"Lower the lust of love." The voice of the woman behind me.

Gee whiz...

Nyi Blorong finally arrived.

"That's so hard, anyway... Just get pissed!"

I looked back, at the slick Selena and looked at me wryly.

"Well, what the hell are you here? Monday we meet again, do not bother my weekend dong," I grumbled.

"Yes don't bother my future husband on weekends, dong! This is no time for a couple vacation! It's even like a bachelor to the mall is not the same wife!" his nag.

"Mas, the speakers are watered down! It's noisy!" my lament.

Selena pinched my cheek.

"The giverton plan!" taunted.

"Dirkep Gada Akhlak!" my reply.

“Pak Dimas netting ih,”

“Nyai don't be noisy dong!”

Mas Bram chuckles, “If later meeting gini your behavior, insult each other, hehe,”

Selena sat on Bram's lap, putting away the nagging eyes of the girls around us with her threatening actions. Claiming the area is like a cat garong again critt house walls. Pheromone scattering. Is this female or female? Nyi Blorong is a snake.

Hahey...

"The laps in a fastfood store can go viral looooh," I said.

Selena stuck out her tongue mocking me.

"So... Is anyone hooked on the first night, Mr Dimas?" ejek Selena's.

"Maybe for women it's not the main thing, but for men it's important. Sexual problems can make a world war in the household."

"Stay wait Mba Meli Baper, teruus you dicuekin. Ampuun, I am so happy!"

"Why do you have to know that anyway?!" I blame Selena's strong feelings on me.

"I'm also not proud to have feelings for you, sir, disturbing to know?!" his gerrick.

"You guys say what the hell, why don't I," said Mas Bram.

Then she held Selena, placed her in the chair beside her like she was lifting a tissue, and leaned her body towards me.

"Ngene wae, Le. Reassure Meli that you will remain there for her. Menopause is not the end of everything. There are many ways to get offspring, many also until the end do not have children but still happy. Or even you..."

"I don't have a problem. But Meli doesn't seem to believe that it's not a problem for me." cut me.

"Well, it'll be a mess for months on end" Sissed Selena.

I glanced at him while frowning.

That's the one I was thinking about.

I'm a little lazy to face Meli who is again careless. Because it can go wrong.

"Well, can you read my mind, huh?!" i'm alert.

"Your mind is not hard to guess." he said.

"Dimas's mind is pretty grubby... Great for you too." said Masku to Selena.

Selena looked at Masku with raised eyebrows.

They look at each other.

But the aura is directly in the dark.

Start to get jealous of each other...

"Go home first. I took an online taxi. Don't fight," I said as I moved.

**

I decided to go back to my room and look around for the content report that was given to me this morning.

Lab at a Mother and Child Hospital. Then intend to bring the paper to the hospital for self-consultation, while Meilinda is not at home because there is a diamond event with Milady outside.

I just got out of the room to go to the car garage, I almost collided with Mr. Sebastian who was also focusing on his phone.

"Ceile Mas be careful, dong! I'm in a hurry!" my nag.

He looked at me with raised eyebrows.

I didn't heed it and went straight down into the basement, but a grip held my nape.

Duh...

Again the clutches of blood flow!

"For a long time you were getting more insolent huh.." - his grunts with thinned lips, maybe he was anxious to me.

"Same brother himself, no jaim-jaiman, doooong," he said.

Then I looked at him. Maybe he can... "Where is Yan going?"

"To the office."

"Sunday?"

"There are no holidays for me."

“Pantes Pak Arman always looks depressed,” mumbled slowly.

“What?”

"Nggaaaak, no papa. Hm... Want to get me?" tawalku.

"Where?"

I raised the gynecology report. He read the contents.

Then he breathed.

"Why are you going to the hospital? The result is clear, he is menopausal" said Mr. Sebastian. Then his eyes investigated me. "Or do you think there's still hope who knows if it can be treated? not accepting the results?!"

"Not that. I want a self-consultation. How to deal with the mood of a labile postmenopausal woman," I snorted. "He is very sensitive because of the results of this test, can-can be every crying day. I'd like to ask you if there's a prescription sedative or what?!"

"Hm..." Mr. Sebastian's taking his grip off. "Yes, I'm with you." he said, leading me to the garage in the basement.

“Mas, are we riding Jazz Milady again? ”

“Ya now ride a real car dooong,” he exclaimed from a distance. He can be blasphemed by the people of Indonesia, because he considers Jazz is not a car but a toy.

**

Along the way I studied lab reports and searched for their meaning through Mbah gugel.

My feelings said something was wrong, but I have not found out anything.

After a while, I noticed the street in front of me.

Then raised my head and glanced at my sister-in-law.

Mr. Sebastian was driving, with a cigar on his lips, and his other hand was propped up to the edge of the window.

Lamborghini Aventador LP 720-4.

In Indonesia, only 12 people own this car. And said doi, the price is cheap only a dozen billion.

Jiah!! Money eating 1 family for 1 year a day eating 3 times the same fancy snack.

And I just realized that...why am I sitting next to him, in the passenger seat?!

Maybe his whole life, there were only a few people who made him a private driver.

Mr. Hans, Milady, and now I.

Waw...

It seems true he said, for a long time I was getting brazen on him.

"What?" it seems he realized I was watching.

"Thank you already, baby." I said acting friendly.

He's clucking.

Then shut up again.

Why would he want to take me?

Until now I still think that he really loves Meilinda, so he also care for me.

Positive thinking is.

Although I am not sure about me either.

I looked back at the results of the report, and arrived at the third sheet.

"Mas... The feeling of his blood type Meli right O yah?" my many.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Here is the writing of A... Or it used to not be on the test, directly considered O only because the parents are both O?"

"Dad and I B. My mom is also B. It could be B meeting O. It can't be an A!" saith.

"Huh?" grunting.

"Aren't you wrong?" Mr. Sebastian took the lab papers from my hands. Jeez this guy, he's driving this shit.

"What... Meilinda's not actually Mr. Ha-'s son"

"Hey, Boyo! This is not Meli's name! this is Melinda Bagaskara, not Meilinda. How the hell!" he throws the paper at my face.

Idihs... Sadistic euy!

Finally,

After preventing desperately so that Mr. Sebastian's tantrum does not cause social uproar in the hospital, (no, I did not kiss meyak when Meilinda first, just kuancem aja reportin to his mama in Turkey, he said, let Mr. Sebastian be atomelin, uh he's reckoned to be emotional. It was a rage but not for long.) The problem is this is not his hospital, and again the same as his Lab officers who have been pale bowed while crying because of diomelin love Lab results are wrong, we go home with a heart of relief.

Why relieved?

Because Meilinda is not Menopausal.

According to the blood results, the hormonal estimation is experiencing symptoms about two years away, he still has an ovary.

I'm not relieved that Meilinda might finally get pregnant ! But more because it does not become attacked equally misuh-misuh badmoodnya. The sip! Later tonight can practice a new style.

"Please stop there, Boss," I said.

"Huh?! You told me to stop thinking I'm your driver?!"

"Udah stop it, ah, bring it up! Later kubikinin nastar!"

"Eh, basic..."

I don't hear what else he said, anyway the car stopped on the shoulder of the road, I went straight out.

To the flower shop.

Poor Meilinda's been sad all day. I gave hampers.