OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER
AREN EVIL
“This hundred bread mas, total everything 500 thousand yes.” I said while handing three big dus to the akang cungkring.
“Nih.” He handed over five pieces of fiber money and do not forget his face that is still sewot. “Other times don't be long yes mbak, wait it's not good tau!”
He was a baper, hahahaha.
I didn't answer a word, I just let the man in the gray shirt go and disappear from this place. The huft! What a tiring first day.
23:00 AM local.
I closed the store and locked it tight. Ms. Neti really already trusted me to hold this serrated white-tipped thing. Thankfully, my work here is not too riweh let alone to touch the frothy water like in a bar. And luckily, the four hours I worked at this place was the same as the six hours I devoted there. Thank God, this is all thanks to You, Lord.
Five minutes later and my job is over. I grabbed a flat object from inside the bag then immediately opened the online motorcycle application there. If in the bar, there is usually Aren who takes me home because at high hours this way there will be no public transportation passing by. But now that I have to try to be more independent, I always berTO’a in order to get a good driver and do not want to do anything to the passengers.
...***...
Arriving at home.
“Hey why is the door still wide open?” My mind is in my heart. Tumben once, is the old granny still watching tv?
I spit myself out a moment later to say hello. My surprise increased many times when I saw which figure was currently in the house.
“Aren! Why are you here?”
Yes it is him! The man with the puffed up postures and the balloon cheeks that every day always ruined my life. What was? What is he doing with my in-laws in this place?
“Hai Che! You're home?” Ask with a smile.
Huh so stupid! If he sees me standing here, it means I'm home. Too obvious base his tires. I kept quiet, refusing to answer. I'm jiji with Aren.
“Sit here first Che. Something I want to talk about.”
This time what else!
“What? You want to force me back to be your wife? Oh or you're gonna tell my in-laws that we're lovers, aren't you? I'm pissed off.
“Oh is not sweet, so sit first.”
“Ya already, what?” I comply. Actually I was very lazy, but from then on the grandma reot was looking at me cynically from a distance.
“You've found a new job huh?”
“Ya.”
“You work where?”
“I don't think that's important to you!”
“OK well I'll find him myself. Ah yes this is for you.” Aren grabbed something from inside his bag. I noticed the wisdom of that thing.
Oh God!
The rectangular paper was exactly the same as the paper that Elin showed me last night.
“I'll be marrying Che soon. You came yes, you said we were friends.”
The deg!
My heart seemed to be poking out of place. I'm mute. Aren why? It's not just her wits, is it?
So this kerebo is really getting married? How come?
This is so unfair to me!
Where has her love been all this time?
Oh myGod. I really am not jealous.
But why? Why did Aren make a decision so quickly? Means when he forced me to be his milk there was actually already a woman ready to marry him. Damnit damnit! I'm so mad! I feel played.
Why doesn't a single man really love me? Even Aren who I thought was serious turned out to be a traitor.
“Excuse.” I suddenly went to my room.
Inside I pressed my eyes hard. Anyway I can't cry for a crazy guy like Aren. I have to be strong even if he plays me. I'm not weak, really!
But I'm surprised, I swear!
It's strange!
...***...
Morning forces the moon to leave the sky. I blinked my eyes to adjust the number of clocks that were stamped on the wall.
Five exactly.
I shuffled back and immediately cleaned myself in the toilet. I still let Pricilia sleep on the bed, pity that she had bathed in the early morning like this.
I looked around the room and left only cigarette ashtrays and ashes there. I don't know what time the dried kanebo came home, I don't know and don't want to know either.
“Put me rendang jengkol!”
Oh christ! There are invisible creatures who early in the morning like this have requested food smell fart it.
I shudder in horror. Jengkol is Bu Lastri's favorite food and disgusting food for me. I'm amused by the jengkol, the meat is allotted and the smell is also unpleasant. If the word Hero used to be jengkol it is no different from factory waste, the same smell of kikikik syaiton.
But yes, rather than making a commotion, I'd rather just cook it.
“Iya ma.” I threw myself into a small room and I'll be executed later after I get out of here.
...***...
“Sorry, but why don't you wear your clothes?” I noticed the stature of her father Refa from end to end, something was different today.
“I am not in.”
“Why?”
“Not your business!”
Aish! Got hit again!
Mr. Reno passed by without saying anything more to me. Today she appeared in casual clothes, going nowhere.
“Mother or want to play mobin-mobinan.” Suddenly the voice of the bulky boy shocked me here. He came while pushing a big toy using his own hands.
I'm following. Actually my work has piled up, but that's okay, every once in a while.
“Where is the remote bang? Here.”
“Nah.” Refa handed me a buttoned object.
This fat ucul happy laughter adorns the entire house. I aimed the remote forward and backward so back and forth, Refa really likes that.
“Yeaaay again bu.” He said with a horse.
I am happy because at the same time Pricil also opened up to see the blurring of Refa. Oh my God, I hope one day I can have a toy car like that for my own daughter, she'll be happy.
“Aduuuh mom cape nih bang.” I sat my body on the sofa. Very tired.
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