OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER
LUPA
“Mother has been staying here for a long time?” I asked a middle-aged, yellow-skinned woman.
Before I sat in front of the house and somehow suddenly this mother came to me and started to invite me to chat, wanting to get to know her new neighbors maybe.
“It's been ten years.”
“Wah long enough ya Bu.”
“Yes that. Where did you stay before, son?”
“At first I stayed at home in-laws after that at the employer's house and now contract here Bu.”
“Loh why back and forth move so?” The mother displayed a confused look.
“I was expelled with in-laws and lived with the employer, but at that time I felt very sad so decided to move to this place.”
“Hah? Why?”
Oh God forgive me for opening up my disgrace because I also need a place to tell stories.
“Actually my former in-laws Mom but I often think of her as still like my own in-laws because I love her son who is now my ex-husband. At that time there was an incident that made my in-laws angry and I was finally kicked out of the house.” I recall the incident where some of my clothes were thrown away by Miss Lastri.
“Are you guys well divorced?”
“No. He cheated on me.”
“Oh Lord!” The half-century woman shut her open mouth. “Do you know that why you still want to live with your ex-in-law?”
“I feel sorry for leaving memories in that house because I still love my ex-husband so much. Even if my in-laws are evil like jinn ifrit but I try to survive, somehow my heart says that the man will return.”
“Oh miss your life story is exactly like mine. It's just that I'm reluctant to wait for that striped nose to come back.”
“What Mothers cheated on too?”
“Iya. But five months after that I immediately married another man and the land crocodile deeply regretted doing me vile.”
I'm riveted. How could that woman forget someone who once lived one roof with her as fast as lightning? Or maybe I'm too stupid to keep hoping for a hero? Oh God I don't know.
“So you're a widow now? You have a child?”
“I am a widow and have a little daughter. But it's a pity my son was kidnapped and it's been almost three weeks not coming back.”
“Hah? Why can?” Looks like my story this time is very interesting for this woman. To the extent that her husband had been stalking us from a distance, she did not know.
“At that time I was serving buyers in a bakery but after the buyer left my son suddenly was not in place.”
“Have you reported to the police?”
“Already but no news until now.” I snorted a rough breath. Upset, angry, hated and lost all into one.
“Then you fared the same with this neighbor of yours.” My mother pointed to the house right next to me. The place where the little baby was crying a lot.
“Ohya? Why is he?”
“He's a widower who said his wife went out of nowhere. And she also has a baby girl.”
Ou so the voice that I often heard was the sound of crying from a female leak. Ah must be very sweet face.
“Did he stay here a long time?”
“Two days before you enter.”
“Ouu.” I oh ria respond to the words of this shoulder-haired woman. It's true that my neighbor doesn't have a wife. Pity him if he had to take care of the baby alone, not to mention work.
The late night brought us to the drowsiness of each. The middle-aged woman who invited me to have a long conversation went home, hopefully she was not scolded by her husband at home there.
“Chevani Bu.”
“Call me Bu Itah yes.”
“Good Bu Itah.” I smiled sumringai while looking at the friendly woman's buttocks until it disappeared from my eyes.
Hopefully I can get familiar with everyone who is in this rented environment.
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“Emmmmph eghh.” I rubbed my eyes while trying to aim at the numbers inside the white round object on the wall.
Five o'clock exactly.
Along with a somewhat lazy feeling I stirred up the body and started heading towards the toilet. I'm still so sleepy for staying up with Miss Itah last night. But how do you want? There's a job I can't leave.
It didn't take long for my cleaning ritual to end and I headed straight to the frying pan in the corner of the kitchen. There was only tempeh and long beans left because I had not been able to go to the market.
I began to scrape the tempe in hot oil and lift it from the cauldron after it felt quite mature. Then chili, garlic and other spices I fried until withered and given a little water on it. After feeling fit I immediately put the pieces of beans earlier and a little salt there. Heum smells already. Until in the next five minutes stir-fried long beans tempeh is ready to be served.
I'm so quiet my days without Pricilia. Usually there is always a child that accompanies me to cook in the kitchen until it is finished. I didn't expect much, just put it in the hands of a good person who was grateful.
Time goes on and there's nothing I'm doing right now but changing clothes to go to Mr. Reno's house. Either there will be chaos, the important thing is that I have to prepare my ears and mentally.
Bugh!
Door locked tight.
The house next door is still empty and I don't know when the owner of the building will go home. I miss that little baby voice. I promise that if they come home I will definitely cook the boy's father food in banter quantities.
Srek srek.
My sandal palms are starting to touch the ground, and …
“Gosh! I forgot!”
Oh my God! How stupid of me.
Why am I doing my usual activities? What am I getting tidy for? And why am I carrying this slinbag in my hand?
I forget.
Very forgetful.
I forgot that I don't work at Mr. Reno's house anymore.
Huh!
I patted the eel a lot and then shuffled to the porch to sit for a moment. How could I forget? This must be all because getting in there is a routine I never leave behind. So even at a time like this I can't remember that yesterday I had made the decision to resign as a babu in the house of the one-child man.
Ah Chevani how stupid you are!
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