New Young Mistress For My Husband
The new life of Vira
Povs
Viras..
...2 months since my arrival here, Tuti has started school which is not far from home, Mbok Asih and Bi Welas I modali to open a small food stall and pecel - kecilan, everything I took from my savings, including to renovate the study room that was used as Tuti's room so that he had his own room. ...
...This afternoon I was invited by Tuti to buy his school needs in the town square which is approximately 30 minutes from home, Tuti who knows very well I really like meatballs then invites me to eat meatballs at meatball stalls close to kiosks - stalls selling tools - stationery. My life here is certainly much different from my life for 3 years with Mas Vicky, ah why I have to remember the man who made my chest tight, he does not deserve to be in my mind and must no longer enter the recesses of my heart, neither the door of my forgiveness nor the door of my heart are closed. ...
...“Mba, how come you?” Tukas Tuti dispels my daydreams...
...“Hhuuufff…. Not really Tut, again think aja mba want to work where ntar” answered me lightly...
...“Mba ngelamar as a teacher aja mba around Tuti, mba kan pinter, said Bu Citra from the past mba was champion class” he said with full mouth ...
...“Tut...Tut, mba diploma is only High School, so the teacher is now at least S1 Tut”, I replied while sticking his cheeks fat...
...“Mba so model what artist it is, mba it's really pretty face like bule, her body is also sexy” timpal Tuti that makes me chuckle amused...
...“Is being a model or artist easy? Lagian mba don't want ah to be the center of attention, life so ga calm!” Tandasku while feeding a spoon into my mouth ...
...“Hhmmm do not want to be the center of attention how, tuh from earlier ga Father - Mr ga Mother - Mother all ngeliatin mba from above nyampe below, but from earlier, calculated mba artist kali or bule stray into kampung” selorohnya again while pointing people around us with his face, I just realized that many pairs of eyes pay attention to me ...
...“Udah ah, abisin meatonya. depleted that we immediately go home yes, mba tired” My word to Tuti...
...“Yes. yes mba bule” he said that made us both laugh...
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...After paying the meatballs earlier, we both went down the street square to the angkot terminal, during the trip I could not escape the eyes of the people there, who honestly made me careless. ...
...“Mba. mba” said Tuti while pulling my hand, while his eyes were fixed to the front where there was a large billboard that stretched ...
Billboards with job postings for waitress, house keeping, bell boy, marketing, and chef for an international hotel chain that I know is a group of 5-star hotels and diamonds, as well as hospitals - international hospitals that are spread at home and abroad, I then reached into my bag, took a small notebook and pen, immediately I wrote No. phone with email address to send job application letter.
...“Mba kayaknya hotel is a newly opened hotel deket school Tuti deh, the hotel is very big mba, temen - temen Tuti nyampe on love selfie in front of his hotel mba” cerocos Tuti full of enthusiasm...
...“May sustenance mba ya Tut” reply me brief ...
...“Aamiin” Tuti agrees do’aku, ...
...My hope is that I will be accepted to work at the hotel, my savings are dwindling can no longer be my mainstay for survival, considering there are 4 stomachs that I have to fill now, I can no longer be my mainstay to survive, I did not accept the stalls Mbok Asih and Bi Welas gave me, I asked them to use the money to hold them, they need me to take responsibility because I already consider them my own family. Open stalls solely to fill their activities daily so that they are not saturated. ...
...“Home yuk”, I told Tuti, we then immediately boarded the angkot which was just loaded with passengers and ready to leave. ...
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...Arriving at home, I sat myself on the long bench in front of my house, the breeze - as small as the tree that covered this bench made me feel peaceful. ...
...“Non, drink du” Mbok Asih said while offering a glass of sweet iced tea...
...“Thanks Mbok, but do not bother - bother. later Vira make her own” I said condolences to the middle-aged woman ...
...“Non, this is a shipment for Non” continued Mbok Asih while thrusting a thin package, no matter what the contents are. I then read the recipient's name to make sure that the package was for me, Vira Halmayhera's name was on there, then I read the sender who was none other than Bu Wati, I did tell my address to Bu Wati, because just a moment ago the children of the home wanted to send their processed snacks for sale. ...
...“Thanks to Mbok”, I told Mbok Asih, then I rushed into the house, while Mbok Asih joined Bi Welas to serve some buyers up front. ...
...I then picked up the scissors in the drawer of the bookcase, then sat on the dining chair, I opened the package quietly, the brown cover peeking out from behind the package packaging that had just half opened...
...A plain brown amlop that was tightly closed made me more curious, slowly I tore the envelope glue and I took out the contents...
...the eyes seemed to be in disbelief, whether to be happy or sad after I read the divorce deed I received. Officially my status is no longer Mrs Vicky. ...
...The wind blew into the house through the windows - the big windows were wide open, the sun was sinking leaving a tinge of orange to admire the eyes, my tears fell instantly.all those bitter memories reoccur in my memory, all the bitter memories, living a few times gave me hope that the orphaned me was also entitled to happiness, but it was also life that made me realize that orphans and poor like me should not expect much. Even to have a husband or children I have no right. ...
...“Non Vira” said Mbok Asih slowly stroked my back...
...“Yes Mbok” I replied while rubbing my tears...
...“Non Vira again thought of what” she asked while sitting next to me, her hand stroking my hair softly...
...“If Father and Mother still have Mbok” say softly...
...“If they exist, they must be happy and proud to have a child like Non Vira” Mbok Asih's answer makes my heart a little happy...
...“What are they like Bi?” My toky...
...“Raden Kanjeng is handsome, firm, good tapo with anyone, if Raden Ayu is beautiful like Non Vira, smiley, smart”...
...“Loh was so unfortunately the same Non, Kanjeng Raden asked the Mbok bring Non to the place far” ...
...“Why Mbok?” ...
...“This is what Mbok actually wanted to tell the story from 2 months ago since Non Vira dateng, but Mbok knows Non Vira is sad,, si Mbok continues directly ga have the heart to make a story” explained Mbok Asih...
...“What - what Mbok, story.. Vira is ready kok” said me while holding the hand of Mbok Asih that feels rough...
...“Raden Kanjeng was married again Non” ...
I was surprised, my face that I had refuted with my hands is now upright looking fixed Mbok Asih
...“Raden Kanjeng was forced by his parents Non, Raden Kanjeng his people are very obedient to the same age.Ga never denied even once.” explained Mbok Asih...
...“How do I continue Mbok?” I'm getting curious...
...“Raden Ayu was pregnant when Raden Kanjeng remarried, raden Kanjeng's parents threatened not to accept Raden Ayu's born son as their grandson if Raden Kanjeng did not marry the woman...
...“Raden Ayu did not accept being pitted, especially when the older Eyang asked Raden Kanjeng to bring the woman to live with”...
...“How is the fate of Ms Mbok?”...
...“Raden Ayu shocked Non, kept asking for separation, but Raden Kanjeng did not want to, Raden Kanjeng promised not to touch his new wife, the wedding was just to please Herang Non Vira” replied the Mbok while wiping his tears that began to drip...
...“When the woman was brought home, she had already brought the child Non. may be 1 week”...
...“According to Mbok Eyangnya Non only helped his friend to cover up the disgrace of his child who was pregnant out of wedlock because of revenge, the first one was robbed and almost killed, well his friend who saved him”...
...“The next day Raden Ayu gave birth, Kanjeng Raden happily amazing ...
...Mbok Asih was unceasing - he stopped shedding tears, do not ask how I feel. My heart that had previously been shattered was getting worse and worse when I heard the tragic story of my parents ...
...“A few days after Raden Ayu died, the woman pretended to be Non and took care of Non, but again - again the calamity came.. Kanjeng Raden fell in the bathroom so that his body stroke, Kanjeng Raden could not move, nor talk difficult Non”...
...“That's when the woman's mask opens, Non who is still a baby is often persecuted, and, not infrequently Non is not given milk all day and left alone in the room locked by the woman” Mbok Asih's cries are now changed at will...
...“Even once because of fever and fuss, Non cried continues all night…. “ Mbok Asih stopped his sentence, then sighed harshly ...
...“The woman.he, she put her feet and hands together Non with cigarettes” Mbok Asih arrived - suddenly hugged me tightly with a roaring cry - roar ...
Tuti and Bi Welas who seemed to hear Mbok Asih's cries, they ran into the house in panic
I put my index finger on my lips, hinted that they would not talk first, they nodded, then they sat opposite me listening carefully to Mbok Asih's story
...“Sorry Mbok Non, Mbok had tried to help Non, but the female bodyguard named Jarwo held her hand Mbok, Mbok could not forget how the cry of Non Vira at that time Non.. o Allah Gusti” continued Mbok Asih, his face was filled with tears...
...“Tomorrow when the serpent woman leaves.. Mbok mgeliatin cigarette scar on his body Non Vira on Kanjeng Raden” ...
...“Kanjeng Raden cried Non, continued to painstakingly talk with Mbok to bring Non escape from situ” ...
...“Then the Mbok was told to bring the certificate of this house the same money that was behind Raden Kanjeng's closet, Raden Kanjeng said to Non nitipin in the home, and pick up Non if it's big” ...
...“Si Mbok objected to Non nitipin in the home, the Mbok want Non Vira taken care of itself the same Mbok or the same Eyang sepuh” ...
...“But Raden Kanjeng said the woman was dangerous, if Mbok who took certainly met and Non Vira can be killed, and Eyang sepuh had entrusted Non Vira with the woman”...
...“The Mbok does not know why Raden Kanjeng talks like that, but it seems to be related to the legacy of Non”...
...“Non Vira iki is a rich man, not a hard man.. Raden Kanjeng his company is many, many gold bars, land and home certificates are also many”...
...“Finally inevitably the Mbok run out of town. continue nitipin Non the same Bu Citra who said neighbors - neighbors there are good people”...
...“A few days after Non in the orphanage, the same Jarwo some of the woman's men came to the house of Mbok nyariin Non Vira, continued to mukulin the Mbok because - because Mbok ga gongkasih tau, continued to mukulin the Mbok, fortunately there is Mr. RT with his uncle Mbok who nolongin”...
...“Tomorrow the Mbok directly to this city, continue to search the address of this house.. Mbok continues to stay here to be safe, Mbok job odd jobs to cuddle money to be able to pick up Non Vira”...
...“Sorry Mbok ya Non Vira because the Mbok picked up Non Viranya late, Non Vira so suffered from” Mbok Asih back sobbing...
I hugged Mbok Asih gently, then untied him
...“Ga what - what Mbok, thank you already want nolongin Vira. if there is no Mbok maybe Vira will not be here now, sorry - because Vira Mbok so difficult” said me sincere...
The Maghrib prayer echoed, soaring the aridness of my heart to hear the fate of my mother and I who were almost similar, the difference between my father getting married because of force, while Mas Vicky got married because of his wishes.
Tuti and Bi Welas who had been listening to the tragic story of my childhood hugged me to give me strength, loosening this chest that felt very tight, those who have nothing to do with my blood are the ones who were there when I was completely destroyed.
