My husband's Intel
Ch 1 - Old Virgin
This novel is a long version of the virtual relationship short story. Sorry if there is a repetition of the story, because in this novel will be written in detail. From the beginning of the meeting until they were together.
The novel will be written using two POVs (Point of View/Point of View). POV Dira will be written by me (ErKa) while POV Aksa will be written by Author Densa.
Hopefully not bored and happy reading 🥰
POV Written by ErKa
"By!! The day!!"
"Enggeh Ma'am."
"Buy Mother gas. This is Mommy cooking the stove and it's dead."
"Enggeh." I removed the regulator hose and took the 3 kg gas out of the house. I'm actually really lazy to get out of the house. Especially going to the shop. The eyes, the whispers and the innuendo of the neighboring mothers made me careless.
They see me as a 27-year-old unemployed who annoys parents. Moreover, I am not married, so the nickname 'unemployed and spinster' is firmly attached in me.
I don't accept being given the nickname unemployment because basically, even though I'm at home, I still earn. The nickname as a virgin cannot be denied, because in reality I am still a virgin. But 'old'?? I can't take it!! Is 27 years old in this country?!
And again, it's not my fault I don't have a boyfriend. I was too busy with my own world. There is no room to think about anything else.
Along the way, I could only grumble. I wish there were no gossip mums there. The distance between the stall and my house was only 50 meters, so in no less than five minutes, I had reached the stall.
Hope vain. The buzzing bees were there. Looking at me from the tip of my foot to my head. Judging me sharply like I'm a worthless thing.
"I feel sorry for Bu Yati." Mother A fishing in murky water. Mentioning my mother's name.
"Why Mother?" ask Mother B, chiming. It seemed like he had understood the direction of the conversation, but pretended not to know to follow the flow.
"Bu Yati is good, hardworking too. But pity me, having a virgin old boy. Fortunately, her late husband was still able to see his second child get married before dying. Try it if not? How's she feeling?"
"Yes Mom. In the Javanese tradition, the one who is married first is his brother, his sister. This is even back. But also pity if his sister is told to wait. Lah wong his brother did not have a candidate. Let alone a candidate, a boyfriend just doesn't exist." The ghibahan began. Make this ear and heart heat. Trying to ignore, but still heard.
"Mom - Mommy, excuse me. Not on the road. I want to buy gas" I chanted as I ambushed the four men. They got away with their lips and bended. I didn't bully him. After the transaction, I intend to leave immediately. But the rumbling in the heart can not be dammed anymore. Usually I would ignore discordant remarks, but this time I somehow wanted to reply to them.
"Oh yes, Mother - Mother. Rather than busy talking about girls, it would be better to pay attention to girls themselves. Let no one get pregnant out of wedlock again, as it has been," I said to Mother A, who has a daughter who is pregnant out of wedlock.
"Or stress and go crazy over a breakup," I said again, insinuating Mother B's son. "Or someone is married, but they want a divorce" I said to Mother C, who immediately threw away her face. "I'll excuse you, thank you for your attention." Finished saying that word, I immediately passed from the bee horde.
Along the way, I tried to hold back the tears that would come out. I've heard those words dozens of times, but why isn't my heart immune? My heart still hurts.
Why are people so busy thinking about other people's business? Why would the affairs of others be attractive in their eyes? Why do they love to draw on the weaknesses of others? Do they like to damage people's mental state?
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My name is Anindira Calista. This year I turned 27. Satatan S1 Sastra Indonesia with a height of 159 cm and a weight of 50 kg. In terms of face, I'm not too ugly.
My face is oval, almost round. Eyes big enough with a tiny nose. While the lips are quite volume. There's a mole on the left chin. My skin is yellow.
I'm just two brothers. My sister's name is Rara, she's two years behind me and she's married. Ever since she got married, I've only been living alone with Mom. He died shortly after Rara's wedding. It seems like you are really waiting for the wedding.
The status of Rara who is married, often compared to me who is the oldest child. It becomes a mental burden on its own.
Not that no one came near, but I drove them away. Experiences of a few years ago still remain in memory. It's hard to forget. It made me lose confidence and look down on myself.
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When I was in sixth semester college, I had a relationship with a classmate. Starting from a friendship, the love began to come, so we decided to date.
Slowly the relationship began to get serious. Until finally we agreed to introduce each other to each other's parents after graduating from college and got a job.
We went through the lecture process smoothly so that we could graduate simultaneously. Once we graduated, we both pitted our luck against taking the CPNS test. Lucky to side with him. He was accepted on the first try, while I failed.
Not wanting to be too late in sadness, I also began to busy myself with studying and decided to try my luck in the next year.
On the sidelines of studying and waiting for the opening of CPNS again, I began to channel the hobby that I have been pursuing since High School, which is writing.
At first it was just a short story that I wrote, until I finally ventured to write a novel. No excessive expectations. Just channeling a hobby. Unexpectedly the hobby began to be fun, addictive and greedy until I forgot the original goal, which was to become a PNS.
Either because of seeing me who has less effort, little by little his attitude began to change. From the eyes, I saw a speck of dislike. It was my fault, at that moment, to ignore it. He was tired of his new job. I didn't expect those little changes to be a ball of fire that destroyed our relationship.
He rarely returned my messages. Every time he was called, his voice began to rise. No more meetings, until he completely disappeared.
Mobile phone numbers are inactive, while social media is private. I kept trying to reach him, even though there were no results. In the end, I decided to go to her house. My only goal is one, to ask the news and question this unclear relationship.
Going to his house was the right decision, even though I had to swallow a bitter pill afterwards.
Yes, I found out that she was engaged to someone else!!
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