OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER
SPRAY-ON
“Huh tired.” I flicked my hands towards my face. It's still nine in the morning but all my work is done. Today I intend to find a new contract with money left in the wallet, I also deliberately wake up at three in the morning so that my duties are immediately stretched and I quickly go out. Mr. Reno would not allow me to know that I would take it out of his house, so as much as I could look for opportunities when the sturdy man was not at home or working outside.
“Bang Refa again what?” I asked when I found a child with a padded body was being squeezed in front of the open refrigerator door.
“That's it, toyong ambiyin dong bu.”
“You what?”
“Pudding toklat.”
Hadeh is still early in the morning already pudding aja, how ga ga more fertile tuh body. I followed Refa's index finger, aiming at a dark, round object in the refrigerator. I also waited for him to devour the food until the toilet was not left, for his spoon he did not swallow either.
“Have bang?”
“Udah. Delicious ma'am, sometime do it again ya.”
“Iya. Now follow mom out yuk.”
“Temana?”
“Street-path.”
“Holeee streets yess yess yess!”
Duh kill me! I'm sorry, son, I don't think my mother said she wanted to find a contract. You can complain again to your father that sentiment.
I grabbed the slinbag then brought Refa and locked the door and fence of the house tightly. I had to take this one child to play the road ash out there because if I could have left when I came home, Refa only had his name left.
Ah I so remember the early days of work I once let him play alone in his room. Instead of wanting to rest myself, I was sprayed out by Mr. Reno and Bu Farah for leaving Refa alone and making the boy almost cut off his own hands.
Ever since then I've never been even traumatized to leave Refa alone. This one little boy really likes a challenge, besides he almost clipped his hand he once also tried to jump from the balcony. If he says he wants to be a rich ironman on tv-tv. Holy hooch! Ironman what? Ironman kaleeee.
Ten minutes passed and I had stopped in front of the ranks of the little houses that were not far from where I worked. There are still many empty and I deliberately chose the stall close so as not to bother if you want to return from my own home to the place of Mr. Reno.
“Tight want to take a walk. How to get to cini?”
“This is already a walk bang.”
“This is what place?”
“Mau to home temen mom.”
“Oooo.”
Refa no longer spoke. I really hope that this one gas cylinder does not understand what the middle of the pig is doing.
“Excuse nek.” I said hello to a callous old granny girl.
Why would I say that? Yes how not. Already old but the lipsticks are still blushing red, his eyebrows embroidered and his eyelash extension is amazing. If this is mah let me not, biduan kibot will also pass. You know age!
“Ehhh don't call grandma, call me mami moet.”
WHWHAT?
Omegoots!
Even his voice was deliberately paddled so that it seemed soft. Oh my goodness I didn't realize what I was. Why is his nickname so alay? I was ashamed to hear it myself.
“Eh yes sorry Mami Moet. I'm Chevani, do you know who owns this contract?”
“The plan is so.”
“Oh good because I myself am the owner.”
“Ou.” I said rounding my mouth, the rich seem to deserve this rich appearance even though it is old. “Can I occupy that house?” My index finger was thrown into a corner of a little building.
“Bolecules it's empty anyway. Mari.”
We also moved to the place in question. The grandmother she said she opened the door and let me take a look inside. Pretty small but enough if to live alone, the place is also crowded and strategic. Hopefully my next door neighbor will be a good person.
“How?”
“Iya nek uh mami, I want.”
“Hei hey hey! Remember yes I M-A-M-I M-O-E-T!”
“Eum yes mami I forgot earlier.”
...***...
The night is getting late and increasingly makes me pop into the tired world. I lay down hoping there will be a good dream tonight. Last afternoon after handing over the money for the house, I immediately took Refa home and looked after her until the afternoon. And when Mr. Reno came home I was still awake in the place waiting for the man to let my guard down and I ran away from there.
And now I'm in a new, lonely house. There's no Pricil here, I don't know where that one kid my head hurts when I remember.
I also don't know what will happen tomorrow if I meet Mr. Reno. Maybe the father of one child will ask to the root or even scold me all out. What's he not thinking anyway? I'm a widow and she's an almost widower. What would people say if we lived in the same house? Yes even though there was a Refa, but he was still very small.
“You don't worry all the neighbors here are friendly kok.”
Mami Moet's words are still in my memory. Friendly what does he mean? I was so traumatized by my work at the place where Ms. Neti used to be, everyone is indeed smiling and social. But honey, it's too much to the point that I'm talking to a crazy person.
Until now I have not talked to people around because it was the afternoon they were at work and tonight I did not leave the house.
...***...
“Oh so you purposely escaped from this house without my knowledge, yes?”
Jedug!
It had been twenty minutes that I was blown away in the doorway without being allowed to enter the house. This morning I was sprayed completely after I explained to Mr. Reno that this chapter has a new place to live.
It was so until this sturdy man immediately poked at the center of the door while racking his waist. His face was sour and his gaze was sharp as well. Until in the end I explained before being asked and as a result this was the case.
“I'm just not tasty. First I feel that it has been too much trouble for you and secondly we are not husband and wife.” I said, looking down, I didn't dare look at her scary look.
“Oh so do we need to be legitimate in order for you to stay here.”
The deg!
“Ma-means sir?"
...***...
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