Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

Me and my life

"Kira in front stop first yes, I want to buy milk for Ghea” said Kalina my regular customer for this year.

“OK Lin.”answerp.

I stopped in front of the supermarket Kalina pointed at. I waited for him on my bike while Kalina was shopping. Kalina is an employee of a large company. Every time I go home from the office I pick him up. I don't know what the reason is, he always asked me to deliver him. Even though he had a car. Her husband also worked in the same place. But due to being overtime, Kalina asked me to pick her up.

One year I was a widow. Widow 3 children. Now I'm the driver of Ojol. An erratic job, but this is all I can do to keep our lives going. Other than because my education was only up to High School, I also had no other skills. Yes, besides being a housewife before a divorce. Maybe in addition to other job taxi drivers that I might get, so be a housekeeping assistant.

Once my neighbor offered me to be Art at his place of work. But since I couldn't go home, I refused. I don't want to leave my children to my parents. Although they don't mind but I feel bad for them. I should have made them happy at their age. But there, I added to their burden.

“I'm done, Ra. Come on, "Kalina surprised me.

“Every boss," I saluted Kalina like a soldier, and it made us laugh together.

I drove again, splitting the road that started on the road users. I'm grateful to have a regular customer like Kalina. There are some people who can be my regular customers. Always using my services. Sometimes they are willing to spend more if I am deserted orderan. Some also asked their friends to wear my clothes. Although I never told you that I'm a widow with 3 children. Maybe they saw my pathetic face this time, they were so sorry.

“Still Yes Ra,” Say Kalina. "It's a pity that tomorrow my husband is on leave so can't shout out to you Ra" Kalina blurted her lips. If Kalina's husband is on leave, then her husband will take her to work.

I smile. "Can next time Lin, the time delivered to pick up the husband even manyun? It's weird Lin."

“My husband is not cool to talk to Ra, crisp, not rich if you are the same, can connect," said Kalina.

“There's only you Lin, I'm back, yes! Thanks for today, don't forget the 5 stars,” said me while turning on my motor.

“Yeee, no need to remember again, always 5 stars," cried Kalina so that I could still hear the word he said.

I smiled at his last words. My customers always give me 5 stars. I am grateful, as long as ngojek I always get good customers. Yes, not always anyway, sometimes there is a nosy when know the driver ojolnya woman. Once upon a time, knowing that the driver was a woman, he was looking for an opportunity to do no good, lucky that the route was close, so I was still safe. After that incident, I always covered my appearance. Supported my high posture and my body which can be said to be large. They don't realize I'm a woman. I rarely even accept men as my customers.

Over the years, I felt that my life had changed a lot. There are so many lessons I learned, and it's not bad to get divorced. In the past, I didn't even get to see the sun, it was hot or dim. From one job to another, as if it did not stop.

Now, like a bird out of a cage, I am free to flap my wings, even if I only fly low. Enjoying a replacement time of ten years is lost with nothing left, other than wounds.

*****

“Waalaikumsalam," Excel answered my greetings. She was sitting in the living room to do her PR.

“Which one is Sis?," I asked Excel my oldest son. Because the house feels empty. I put the bag down and took off my ojol jacket.

“Uti again to the house of Umi Khadijah Ma," Excel stood up to greet me.

“Oh, same twins huh, sister?," I asked again as I sat down and grabbed one of the Excel schoolbooks. Although I rarely helped him to learn but Excel is fairly intelligent in his class, did not find any significant difficulties.

“Iya Mah's. Brother grab a drink yes, Ma," Excel walked towards the kitchen.

“Ngga for Brother. Mama's not thirsty, Mama's just like Sis Excel, here," I pat the outdated sofa, hinting to Excel to sit back.

Excel turned around and sat down on the sofa next to me. "Mama's tired, huh?."

“Ngga really, Mama's not tired," I don't want to make Excel worry about me, he's quiet but he's very sensitive and attentive to me and his sisters. I stroked my eldest son's head. He is a replica of his father. I just pray that he doesn't inherit his Papa's vices.

“Where is the school, sister?," I asked again.

“Regularly Ma,” Reply Excel. ”Excel has not found any difficulties," Her flat face makes her look adorable.

“Mama's son is great.” I lifted my thumb up towards him. Giving her an award for him even though he could no longer give her toys or other objects, it could boost her spirit for the better.

Excel laughed at me, "Mama could've, Ma used to."

“Mama to the room first yes, son. Going to take a shower, all the sticky mama's bodies, "I kissed the top of my son's head before getting up from the chair and going to the bathroom and shower.

The room I called the room was 3x3, I arranged it in such a way as to fit for me to occupy with my son. The bunk bed like a dormitory became the bed of my son. I bought it when we moved here. I chose to sleep in my old bed. Although it is not as comfortable as my in-laws' house with complete facilities, at least my son does not complain at all. I am grateful to have a child who is understanding and not demanding.

Although in my in-laws' house, we also lived a simple life, but, there we had everything but affection. We lived together but were estranged, we were gathered together but we were left out. Sometimes I think, do I and Mas Rian really love each other? We are together but we are like everyone else. Our last years together were hell. No day without commotion, shouting and cursing. I guess, we didn't really love each other, it was just me, and she easily got two. No, he doesn't love us, he's a man who can easily disavow.

After the shower, I went to the kitchen to cook dinner. Fried chicken, stir-fried kale and sambel are menuku tonight. The menu is always made in large portions. Since my presence we have been a big family. It didn't take long to get all that ready. Until before the magrib all were presented at the dining table. Just waiting for everyone to get together and have a simple dinner together. We were always laughing, joking, I guess, that's family.