My wife's lover

chapter 113

Pov Lisa's

Since David was released from prison, he had difficulty finding a job. He only ate at his parents' house. I don't want to stay with me at the hostel.

"Mas, Darren's sick. He needs you, mas!" I came to see him again.

I don't know how many times I've begged him but he never hugs. This time I came when my son was sick. I was only able to buy him some hot medicine in the pharmacy without being able to take my son to the doctor. I hope David will be touched by his heart.

"You're not ashamed to have a husband who's a former resident of a prodeo hotel, huh?" ketus tanyanya.

Indeed, right-left neighbors often gossip about David and his father. But that was, years ago, when they just got out of jail. But as time went on, people started to forget about it. But David never wanted to know.

"I'm not ashamed, Mom. Precisely at the boarding house no one knows about the mas who was ever in prison. There's no shame in there!" persuade me again.

"Yes, but still I can't apply for a good job anymore!"

Hhh, now the reason for not looking for work because he was in prison. In the past, the reason was not to find a job because it was difficult to find a job that wanted to immediately feel good. Hh, you're David. Still lucky I remain given sanity first not to be tempted to find a job that is not halal. Temptation of money is abundant in times when I am very short of money.

Yes, however, I would never want to do such a job. I was willing to be a door-to-door washerman, work in laundry, even a housekeeper for a bite of halal rice for my son.

"Any work, my. I don't care if the pay is small. I work too."

"Hhh, you're arrogant. Just been a house assistant!" his taunts were once again making pain in my chest.

I could only look down while looking at my son's slightly withered face as it had been a few days of fever and cough as well.

"When do you want to be like this? Look at our son, the more his face looks more and more like yours. He missed you so much!" suddenly Daren was crying loudly. I tried to calm him down but he wouldn't shut up either. Because of crying for too long, the cough relapsed again. His face looks pale.

"Mas, look at this son of ours, his face is getting pale!" I said worriedly while continuing to fondle him.

I was so scared. Daren continued to cry while coughing. Finally, David moved from his seat and grabbed Darren in my arms. Then David went into his house holding Darren. Shortly after, he came out again.

"We're taking Darren to the doctor!" he then moved me to hear his words. I don't think I believe it.

"Come on, just shut up!" ask her again but with an annoyed face.

"Y-yeah, mas. Mas David then handed Darren to me and then he got on the bike.

David ordered me to go up. After I got on the ride, David drove his motorcycle somewhere, I just followed.

Shortly after, the motor stopped at a small clinic. I got off the bike.

"Come on!" take David and step his foot into the clinic.

"Sus, help my son get sick!" pinta mas David on the nurse.

David's face looked worried. Between being happy and excited I saw him. I hope he comes back with us.

Sister then checked my son, "We wait for the doctor first sir, ma'am. The doctor is still examining the patient!" said sister.

"Well, sus!" I answered and then took Darren back.

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Since that incident, David has finally wanted to stay with me and my son. How happy I am. Yeah, even though David hasn't been able to find a job, but at least I'm not too lonely, living alone with Darren.

"I went to Nini's house first, yes, mas," said I.

"What time's it?" tanyanya flat.

"Just like yesterday, sir. Ten o'clock," I replied.

I washed my clothes and cleaned up at Nini's house. In the afternoon I usually iron. Pretty salary eight hundred thousand rupiah a month from Bu Nini. Not to mention from taking the ironing. Although the whole thing will not be able to make me live a good life at least me and my son can have a place to shelter and can eat every day.

Years pass. Daren has started school. Since he knew his son was often ridiculed because his shoes and school bag were ugly, since then David changed. He began to accept job offers from neighbors. Even as a builder.

We could buy a second motorcycle. Good with a motorcycle that mas David can sakaligus ngojek. But if someone asks him to work on the building, he will take a holiday because the results of the ngojek are uncertain.

"Today I want what masakin? Yesterday I got a bonus from the Goddess."

"It's up to you to cook what," he answered flatly as he fixed his hat.

"I'm a fried chicken masakin, huh?"

He glanced at me, "Hh, don't be extravagant!" emphatically.

"It's okay, my mom. Sometimes too. Poor Darren hasn't eaten fried chicken for a long time."

"Hhh, it's up to you. I'll work first!" pamitmy.

"Be careful on the road, mas!" myrag.

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When Darren just entered high school, my father-in-law died. And because David was alone with his sister who was also married, so the inheritance of his parents was finally sold because both mas David and his brother both no longer want to live in the house.

With the proceeds of selling the house, we bought a small land not far from there. With the capital of legacy money and a little expertise of David while being a builder, we can also build our own house with the help of one friend only. So we didn't have to spend a lot of money to pay the builders.

A small house with two rooms that are only enough to put a mattress and a closet is finally so in just one month. The very, very simple house was enough for us to take shelter from the heat and rain and we could also save money without having to spend more money to pay for the boarding.

"Ma, I want to study tour. My classmates are all coming, ma. Me too, huh?" rengek Darren when I just got home after ironing in two houses at once.

"How much did it pay?"

"Just five hundred thousand!"

"Five hundred thousand you say only? You think five hundred grand is easy?" david who just got home.

Darren just looked down. He was afraid of his father. If he does not want to obey, then David threatened to leave us and it was really a threat that managed to make my son silent did not dare to argue.

Sometimes I feel sorry for him but how else, our economy is still mediocre but compared to when Darren was little, now I can breathe a little.

When I'm daydreaming, sometimes I remember my ex-husband. Anto. That man is now living a good life. Regret is always behind. Let it be, as long as the two children with him can also live a good life. I'm tired of always feeling jealous of him. I want to change for the better. I hope that by being a good person, my life will be better. Ammyine

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Sorry there's typo. Thanks for reading 😚🙏

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