Patience of the Heart Wulan
Chapter 07_Together forever

Anggi's secretary was still sitting on the porch seat of the house and hearing the debate inside. It seems that its presence is considered a pest. But he was very happy about this. In fact he was determined to be a pest that really damaged the Wulan and Damar household.

"I will be a pest who slowly gnaws at Damar's heart, in order to turn away from you Wulan. Gradually, you will be abandoned by the husband you love so much. I'll make Damar hate you so much that you die."

Secretary Anggi smiled faintly, his heart triumphant. It was even more than just a pleasure to have heard Damar and Wulan fighting like this. Secretary Anggi smiled widely, but a moment later he heard footsteps coming out of the house. Anggia returned to a sad face, and back to the foot that actually did not hurt.

"I will continue to make Damar sympathize with me."

Secretary Anggi lowered his head, he pretended to sigh as if his legs really hurt.

"I'd better take you home. So that your legs can be sorted immediately." Damar approached his employees who were kneading their ankles.

Anggi raised his face to look at the handsome face of the superior. He shook little.

"No need Mr. Damar, I can go home alone. I'm sorry sir, if my presence has made Mr. Damar's wife misunderstood and angry." Anggi said in a soft voice.

"Have you not thought, perhaps because of her pregnancy she turned into a spoiled and jealous woman is unclear." Damar murmured, he felt constrained.

In the living room, Wulan was bemoaned at the departure of Damar who preferred to pay attention to his new secretary.

Is she the woman who captivated my husband, or is there another woman? I need to be ready to find out!

Holy Ma'am saw a streak of sadness on Wulan's face. He rubbed his daughter-in-law's shoulder. "Istighfar son, you must be strong. Don't let your anger and emotions rule your senses."

Wulan felt her eyes heat up, but she did not want to cry in front of her mother-in-law. Wulan nodded, confirming what he said, that anger should not make him regret. "Astaghfirullah hal'azdim."

Holy Ma smiled knot.

"Mom will see who is the woman who becomes Damar's new secretary." Holy Ma'am was curious as to who the women Wulan and Damar were arguing about.

Wulan gave a small nod, and saw Holy Mother pass from before him.

Holy Mother then walked to the terrace of the house. And saw the beautiful young lady sitting next to her eldest son. The Holy Mother did not say hello, instead observing the woman who became the new secretary of her son.

Damar realized the whereabouts of his mother, he then stood up to his mother. "Secretary Anggi, introduce this to my mother."

"Lady..." Anggi immediately stood up as soon as he saw a middle-aged woman in a long hijab standing in front of the door. He was going to say hello to Mamma. But due to unbalanced, he ended up yawning and almost fell, if only Damar did not catch him.

His eyes and Damar's eyes were ringing. Anggi was very fascinated to see the good looks of his boss. He kept staring and muttering softly, a moment later he smiled sweetly.

Likewise with Damar, he seemed to be hypnotized by the eyes of Anggi's secretary. Unknowingly her smile was splattered on both corners of her lips.

"It is this woman who is always present in my mind, in my heart and always overshadows me. Secretary Anggi, I'm fascinated by you"

The Holy Mother was astonished to see Damar looking familiar and considerate towards the young lady.

"Ehem.." The Holy Mother cleared very hard. To make Damar and Anggi secretary aghast and release themselves respectively.

Anggi and Damar look dizzy. Each one held a smile.

"Damar, I'm in love with you. And I want you to tell your wife that you're in love with me."

Holy Ma'am caught a suspicious giraffe from Damar's new secretary. As if, could feel the ugliness would occur, but the Holy Mother immediately prayed, so that her bad premonition would not disturb her son's household.

"Secretary Anggi, you don't look all right, I'd better take you home." Damar volunteered to drive his new secretary home, because he thought it would be difficult to walk.

Anggi shook his head. Different from his heart which is very heavy to refuse Damar's offer, but because there is a Mother of Damar, he held her back so as not to appear obsessed with the Boss. Let, alon-alon of manly origin, have a rich boss like Damar.

"But Anggi's secretary, you sprained quite badly." Damar's worried.

"Broom, just let him go home by himself. I see also her sprain is not too severe. Why are you so worried, you should pay attention to your wife rather than you pay attention to other women. Apologize to her, she must be very sad about what you said." The Holy Mother mediates between Damar who seems to insist on delivering Anggi's secretary home.

Disappointed in Anggi's heart. He looked at the mother of Damar with a dislike look. "I'm determined, I'll melt the old woman's heart."

"Why are you staring at me like that? Did I speak wrong?" Said Holy Ma'am looking at the dislike gaze of Secretary Anggi.

"Mother!" Damar yelled at his mother who felt that she did not do well to her secretary.

"It's okay Mr. Damar if your mother says so. He must have thought I would tease you" said Anggi smiling faintly. In his heart, he wanted to curse the old woman. "And that's the fact, soon your son will fall in my arms." she continued inwardly.

"I'll excuse you, sir." Continue Anggi again, and continue in his heart. Seeing the mother of his superior. "My future father-in-law, I came home first, when I returned to this house, Mother and also your spoiled daughter-in-law must accept me as Damar's wife."

Anggi was limping, of course he was pretending. Because his feet are fine.

Damar could not bear to see his secretary hobbling and had to lead a broken bicycle.

"His love, this same Wulan's mother is outrageous."

What is the power, when seeing the look on the face of the mother who looks unhappy. Damar passed by and saw Wulan standing in the doorway of the house. Somehow he felt very upset over the attitude of Wulan who did not treat Anggi's secretary well. He glanced at his wife with sharp eyes and entered the house.

Wulan pensively stood where she stood. Seeing the harsh and cruel attitude of a Mamar Mangkulangit. She never thought that her husband would humiliate her like this. Even the refusal to make Anggi's secretary drink, so make Damar angry.

"Do I overdo it when I respond to this change of my husband, a husband who used to be gentle and very mature. Now it's like being a husband I don't know. Kang Cimar, to what extent will your patience test me."

Holy Ma'am was about to enter the house, but he saw his daughter-in-law in a gloomy face. The Holy Mother had a feeling that Wulan saw Damar's treatment of the young woman.

"Wulan, let's go in. You have not yet drunk milk. Poor granddaughter Mother, she must be thirsty." Said the Holy Mother trying to comfort her daughter-in-law who looked very sad.

Wulan nodded at her mother-in-law's words. He then entered the association with Holy Mother. Walk towards the kitchen.

The Holy Mother pulled out a chair. "Sit down my son, don't be sad and don't worry. I'm sure Damar's heart and love are only for you."

"But Mom, what if it turns out Damar is no longer in love with Wulan?"

Holy Mother saw a radiance of worry on Wulan's face. He held his daughter-in-law's hand. "Protect only to Allah, Wulan. Don't say it like that. Damar Wulan is together forever."

Wulan looked at her mother-in-law. Even her tears were ready to slide. Hopefully what the Holy Mother said is not just comforting but the truth. That Damar's love was only for him.

"Mom will make you milk, you sit down. What kind of milk do you want, Vanilla, strawberry, what chocolate?" Tawar Bu Suci, while rubbing Wulan's shoulders.

Wulan shook her head slowly. Then lead her mother-in-law to sit down. "No, ma'am, let Wulan make her own milk. I'll just sit down."

Wulan turned around, then opened the kitchen cabinet. See the variety of different flavors of milk that Damar bought while in Jakarta last week. Without taste, there was no power to hold back her tears.

A drop of clear water that had previously pooled in his eye pelup, now melted wet the cheek and increasingly down to fall on the back of his hand.

Damar, you know. You are my first love and my last love.

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