OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER

AJUN

“I'm sorry Sir.”

I aimed for the clock that was chained to the wall, nine o'clock exactly. My phone was also deliberately off one day and I'm sure Mr. Reno has tried to contact me since then but failed. I had to make crazy decisions without permission to maintain the integrity of their family household. I just don't want to because of the jongosnya not how this Refa became a broken home child, must be very sick.

Thankfully, the father-of-one didn't know where my new rented house was. So she was very difficult not even being able to reach the whereabouts of the foster mother of this child. I also hope that Refa is no longer guarded by others but his own mother aka Bu Farah. May the child grow up to be a strong and proud man.

I plan to look for a new job tomorrow too. I don't know what I want to do and where I'll try first. Fortunately, I still have about seven pieces of red paper left and enough for the next three weeks. As long as there is no Pricilia my expenses are very frugal because I do not need to buy milk or other equipment. But honestly, I'd rather spend a lot of money as long as my son comes back.

People in this neighborhood turned out to be not very friendly because they were all busy working. Therefore, the person who first spoke to me was Ms. Titah, if the others did not exist, including my own neighbors.

By the way I miss that child's voice. What the hell is he doing? Huh! Long time home. If I had contact with Demian I would have contacted him and asked him to return home immediately. I'm also willing to take care of the kid without being paid a dime.

Go home soon sweet boy.

...***...

The night was late and brought me to sleep. I got on the bed after making sure the door was locked. No television and my phone is still dead making saturation hit and can only be overcome by sleep.

I pulled the blanket up to my neck and began to close my eyes. I hope I can find a job tomorrow whose employer is not strange aka normal people. I don't want to meet people who look like Mr. Reno, Ms. Farah, Ratna and my in-laws because they're all weird and enigmatic.

“Hooooaaaam.”

Dor dor dor!

Dor's!

“Eh!”

Holy hooch! Who's banging on my door these nights? Don't know what his manners are! Ck shit!

I tried to ignore it but the sound was getting louder and made my eardrum want to come off. Finally, with a sense of laziness, I stirred up my body and opened the door.

Bugh!

“Hey who are you? Toloooooong toloong.”

I'm surprised it's not a bitch. A straight-bodied man in black suddenly nongol and fell on the doorstep. I approached the now unconscious fool, the smell of alcohol gushing from the open sidelines of his mouth.

“This is the person why? Why would he go to my house?” I grumbled in annoyance. No one has come yet, maybe I scream less loudly.

“Toloooong tolooong!” Plisss this time I beg you to come, citizens.

“What is Mba?” All of a sudden, some of the men I've been expecting were night patrols poking out from the front.

“I don't know him but suddenly he banged on my house door and immediately fell down.” Answers explained.

No answer after that. One of them approached the freak while turning his cupped body onto the floor.

“Ooooh this mah si Ajun.”

“Hah? Ajun?”

“Iya. He has always been like this since he was left by his wife.”

“Means he does often enter people's homes carelessly?”

“Iya. But he won't hurt you, it's always been his job.”

“Then how? I don't want him to dirty my place.”

“All right we will cut and bring to the post ronda.”

Then the men brought the Adjunct to the South. I immediately cleaned his scar that had fallen on the floor, drooling patches piled up there. I'm jiji once.

I don't know why my life is always filled with strange people when every time I always hope not to meet them all. And as for Ajun, that stupid guy really messed up my tired night. I became shocked and had a hard time sleeping after he suddenly banged on the door and fainted in front of him.

Then how do I want to sleep again when it's like this. My eyes seemed to be unwilling to compromise. I also have not dared to turn on the phone, not ready to see the notification from Mr. Reno.

Finally I decided to dismantle the closet and look for a collection of old photos tucked between clothes. There's me, Hero and Pricilia still in the womb. I held onto the colored paper that flashed the happy smiles of the two of us. So sweet. Hero smiled sweetly while hugging my body tightly, I kissed her cheek.

I remember this photo taken when I was angry because I was not bought fried rice. I was pregnant and the doctor forbade me to eat greasy food. I didn't want to know and kept forcing Hero to buy me fried rice and he refused. Until in the end I sulked and intended not to give rations to Hero hihihi. Hearing that Hero immediately scared me and seduced me to take pictures in the studio and buy fruit in bulk. I fell and became that photo.

But now all that remains is a picture paper and memories that are still sticky in memory. I no longer found the man even heard from him. Whether I'm happy or maybe dead, I don't know either. But to be honest, somehow my heart felt like that man was coming back. He will come back to see me and Pricilia and we will eventually live together and be as happy as ever.

And this is why I don't want to accept Mr. Reno's proposal either. What if I marry that guy and then suddenly Hero comes back? Surely his heart will hurt and may not even want to know me anymore. Nah! I don't want to. I didn't want Hero to know that I had a husband to make him go away and not come back.

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