Forced to endure

Chapter 66

All the stuff from the stall I moved to the shophouse. I've officially sold at the shophouse. Tokoku is getting bigger and looks more crowded visitors. Not to mention the number of online orders that enter. I'm sure I can repay my debt to Indra in the not so distant future.

Likha told me that I was back as a lip in my village because of my success. They talk about me being more successful after separating from Mas Adji, not a few also assume I use the betrothal or the inheritance so that my trade is sold. But I only responded with laughter. I realized I was living in the village, anything could be a source of conversation, whether it was good or bad

Those people don't know my struggles, they just see me from the outside.

"Shanti, I'll go home first. If there's time I come back. Otherwise I'll leave the store to you."

"OK to mbak... "

I rushed home. It's almost five in the afternoon. I remember, tonight Indra will come home. I wanted to give Indra a chance, so I wanted her to get to know my children.

I'm no longer the single woman she used to know. I already have two children, will he be able to accept my condition like this?

I've been getting ready. I put a thin make up on my face. My heart was pounding like it felt like I wanted a first date like a young boy.

Self-conscious Win, you are old! I said in my heart.

But I was worried, anxious and worried. I fear that my children will reject the presence of Indra or vice versa, Indra who cannot accept my children. The fear of course exists.

I looked at my two children who were busy with their toys. Is finding a new partner the right move for me?

I finally heard the sound of the car stopping in front of the house. I left Kirana who had started to be able to sit alone to open the door. I feel like a girl who's being flanked by her boyfriend.

"Hi .." I said as soon as I saw Indra get out of the car.

"Hi .." he replied, throwing a smile.

"Please enter ... "

Indra stepped into the living room, where both my children were playing.

Keisha turned her head as soon as she saw me enter with a man. It was as if he did not like seeing Indra.

"Jin ... Here's your friend's acquaintance." Keisha followed my words and came straight closer.

"This is Om Indra, let's salim the same Om Indra." Keisha back according. I still can't interpret Keisha's gaze to Indra, whether she likes it or not.

Indra crouched down in order to equalize her height with Keisha.

"Who's her name beautiful?"

"Keisha Om .. " answered Keisha doubtfully.

"Sepent ... Om forgot. I brought something for Keisha." Indra ran out to pick up something in her car. After a few minutes he returned with the parcel in his hand.

"This ... " Indra handed the parcel to Keisha's hand. "Om doesn't know what Keisha likes, so Om bring this."

"Can you open Ma?" Keisha turned her head towards me after receiving the parcel.

I'm nodding. "Just open it."

Keisha's mouth gaped in disbelief after seeing the contents of the parcel from Indra. His eyes are perfectly round.

"Thank you Om ... "

"You likey?"

Keisha nodded steadily. Without saying anything else he immediately ran to his room.

"Jin ... How exactly did you go?"

"Keisha wanted to color Ma .. "he shouted from inside the room.

I grabbed Kirana in my lap and then we sat three.

"Where do you know Keisha likes coloring?"

I don't know how Indra could have the idea of bringing Keisha a set of crayons. Although Keisha already has a variety of colored pencils, in fact he remains excited when he gets a new color pencil.

"I have a niece her age, and she really likes coloring. So I thought Keisha would love it too."

"Your pretty kids Win, look just like you."

"Certainly ... You've got two kids still like girls."

I saw Kirana who started sleeping in my lap after hearing Indra mention two children.

"Ndra ... " I was a little hesitant to ask Indra this.

"After seeing my condition, do you still want to have a relationship with me?"

"What's the problem?"

"I am a widow and have two children. What will people say? You can get better than me. Who is single, or at least who has no children?"

"I don't care what people say." Indra was silent for a moment like thinking about the words he wanted to say.

"Just like you, I've also been disappointed Win. I know what it's like. When I look at you, I feel like I'm looking at myself. I feel like I'm called to protect you."

Suddenly our conversation became serious.

"I don't know what you've been through. You look fine, but I'm actually you're harboring wounds. I kind of want to heal you Win, or maybe we can heal each other."

I haven't told you how my household ran aground and why. But Indra seemed to have known everything without me telling a story.

Indra's words really touched me.

Indra has not told her life story but I have heard everything from Likha. So I know the meaning of his words if we can heal each other.

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On weekends, the store is crowded. I'm taking note of the items that have to be shipped today because Sunday didn't make the delivery.

Shanti suddenly came in.

"Mhrs ... There's a former in-law of Vinda's at the front."

"He's looking for me?"

Now I have my own room, so not just anyone can meet. Unlike in the stall first, everything mixed into one room.

"Not knowing, just telling Miss Winda. Who knows if Mama Winda wants to say hello."

Shanti disappeared from my sight. I wondered what it was that my in-laws were here for.

I finally decided to go out to see my in-laws, my former in-laws.

"Bus ... Tumben here?"

My in-laws looked surprised to see me.

"Mrs ... ? What are you doing here ... ? Shopping too?"

Apparently my in-laws don't know if this store is mine.

"Loh ... Yes, obviously I'm here, ma'am. This is my shop."

"Masa???" my in-laws don't believe.

"Yes ... This my shop. I've been moving here for about a week."

"Oh ... So it looks." My father-in-law's face changed.

"Your shop is getting bigger yes Win ... Her clothing collection is also getting bigger and better." My in-laws were very friendly to me.

"That's good yes Win ... " My in-laws brought one outfit and showed it to me.

"That's a hundred and fifty."

My father-in-law seemed disappointed to hear my answer. I know he wishes I had given him those clothes for free, just like when I was his son-in-law. But now I'm not who he is.

"Do I have to pay?"

"If I were Mas Adji's wife, maybe I'd let you take whatever you like. But sorry, I'm not your daughter-in-law anymore. And I'm here to sell, not to give alms. If you want that shirt, you can ask your daughter-in-law to buy it."