My soul mate, my Papa Assistant

Like Dreams

In the afternoon, my son Raihan and I had finished bathing. I took the clothes I bought earlier in the motorcycle seat, the clothes I purposely kept there.

I put the stelan I bought to my son, the stelan with Spiderman, his favorite super hero. He looked so handsome, with his happy smile, while occasionally chattering ria. Makes me happy.

And I also wear a patterned umbrella negligee black flowers with colorful flowers.

I looked at myself in the mirror, the rest of the beauty was still left on my face. It's just that my body is very thin making wrinkles created everywhere in my body. It makes me look older than I am.

''maybe starting today I should eat more, enjoy more and relax in my inner days, smile knots.

''and, it looks like my skin needs skincare too. Soon Ibnu will payday, I will use the money given from him to buy skincare. I have to be more ingenious starting today.

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Me and my son have dinner together. I made fried rice, with a breast egg on top. Raihan ate so voraciously, just for the two of us. Ibnu let it go, I don't care.

At 8 pm Ibnu still did not come home, I was standing at the window. Revealing the curtain and looking out, outside so quiet, the night so thick, the leaves swayed by the night breeze.

But, wait ...

I saw someone standing there.

It was like Ibnu's car, he was standing in front of the fence. Like talking to a woman, she had long hair in sexy clothes, skirts above the knees.

I was stunned, squeezing my chest. They huddle for a moment, sticking each other's lips in a dim place.

Then, it was not long before Ibn opened the fence. Insert car.

And that woman, she passed. Driving a red car.

My head was filled with question marks, who was that woman?

In-law, in-law, mistress?! There are so many tests I have to face. As a normal woman, I still feel pain.

Should I step forward or back at this time? Thought.

No, before I leave their lives, I want to make Ibnu and his family regret it first.

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As soon as Ibnu entered, I passed back, stirring my cake dough for tomorrow morning, pretending not to have seen the incident. Raihan is running around playing his robot that there is only one.

Ibnu entered, heard whistling, and then he set his foot on me.

''just remember?'' ask her, put her ass on the chair.

''you mean? You can see it, mas!'' I said.

''why is there no food and coffee on the table, Fitri?!''

''You still need my food and coffee?''

''what kind of question is that, Fit? You are my wife, you are obligated to serve me''

''usually? You can't go into debt as usual at the front stall?''

''I don't want to cook the husband of an employee with a high salary, his wife is in debt''

''now you really have started to dare the same mas, Fit! This what? And that ..., where do you get money to buy clothes?'' ketus mas Ibnu, pointed at me and Raihan.

''do you see me again, why? I have money too, I sell. I'm tired of wearing clothes that are already hollow with clothes everywhere. You should be a husband think, don't be selfish.

And, starting tonight. If you don't give me money, I won't cook!''

''whatever! Basic wife is useless!'' objurgation.

Brakkkk ....

Ibnu passed by, hitting the dinner table quite hard.

Again Raihan had to see the commotion that occurred between his parents, mas Ibn did not even greet his son.

I smiled cynically.

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I took Raihan, down the street. It was cold this morning, because it was raining last night. The air is so cold.

The sound of my motor sounds a little deafening.

I deliver my cakes with a burning spirit. Thank God, my cake that was finished yesterday is not left in shops and stalls.

Today I made a little more cake than usual, because the shop owner said many customers were still asking for my cake.

After I finish delivering the cake, I take my son Raihan to the market, we will eat and buy another one of the nicer clothes. Fortunately my cake trading is quite a lot today, I hope next I like this. My efforts are advancing and growing.

After going through a journey that was not too far away, finally my son and I arrived at the food stall. I ordered three menus at once, the aroma of the cuisine was so appetizing.

''at the meal, baby, let Raihan grow up quickly, I said, while including Raihan's dishes.

''yes, my mother too. So that mama will be ndut'' chirped with small.

We smile happily.

While I was eating voraciously, my phone that was in my wallet rang. L saw.

An unfamiliar number called me, I felt bad, pick it up or not. But, out of curiosity I decided to raise the call.

''assalamualaikum, who is this?'' i'm polite.

''hiks ... Hicks ... Hicks ... Walaikumsallam square. Mayang, how are you, baby? Do you not intend to go home? 5 Years, now it has been 5 years, Mayang'' replied the voice across there sounded hoarse. mama ... It was like the voice of my mother. Tears suddenly flooded my eye patch, covering my vision. My hands are shaking, I think it's like a dream.

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