OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER
LOOKING FOR A NEW JOB
The one who heard him rose from his sleep. Those brown eyes were rounding the keys, his handsome face was staring in shock at me.
“What do you mean?” asked the man and approached me at the door of the room.
“I don't want to be referred to as an actor,”
“Why are you talking like that?”
“You said you had a wife. Then why do you still want to marry me?” I looked at the net, looking for a lie in there.
“Chevani, listen to me!” Demian held both my shoulders tightly. “I wouldn't dare to take your wife if I still had a wife,”
“I don't understand,”
“Eum, I mean I've parted with that woman,”
“APA?” it was just a few weeks ago that he told me about his wife.
“You don't believe it?”
“No,”
“My wife is not good, even he who has separated me forcibly with his first wife. Besides now he's not in Indonesia anymore, then why am I staying?” demian's words made the two straight lines above my eyes intertwine. I knew he loved his first wife.
“If we get married, then what about the woman you love so much?”
Silent.
After that, I found nothing that could convince my heart. This Demian is weird, he should have gone back to chasing his first wife instead of marrying another woman like me. Somehow starting from Aren, Mr. Reno and even Demian, all of them keep their own mysteries. For a long time I was like an impingement item, but on the other hand everything was also fighting to get me.
“It doesn't matter, the point is I'm happy if I can have a wife like you,” Demian is back. This time his hand reached for my fine hair that dangled covering the area of the face and then tucked it behind the ear.
“Ya. I want to go home first yes,”
Cup.
A brief kiss landed right on the surface of my forehead. I was stunned, feeling the flow of electricity that Demian transferred for me just now.
...***...
The next day Demian knocked on my door early in the morning, even when the eyes were still closed. Upset, but inevitably I have to open the door immediately.
“What's up?” I asked him when he set foot on the porch. Demian was tidy with a brown envelope in her hand.
“I want to find a job. Do’akan me yes,” beautiful smile painted on the face. I nodded for sure.
“Ah, yes this is for you,” he continued then handed me four pieces of red money which I immediately subtly rejected.
From the beginning of our meeting to the present, I can conclude that Demian does have a good attitude of responsibility. He never let me be in a difficult situation, even though at that time we did not have a commitment to be husband and wife.
“What's wrong, just take it. I still have a lot of money at home,” he said once again then immediately gawked out of nowhere.
Finally, with a heavy heart I received the money. Luckily I also still have some rupiah coffers, so the red paper he just gave me can save first.
Hopefully Demian can get a better job in this City.
“Hai sweet. Just contracted here huh?” just as I was about to step inside, I was suddenly startled with a big male voice. I mean, more precisely grandfathers.
And it's true. As my head turned, I saw a man with a lot of gray hair on his head smiling sweetly at me. The style is a thug-style, but a baby pacifier hangs around his neck.
I'm not hinting, maybe getting in is the best way to avoid that crazy guy.
“Jawab used to dong,” once again. I stayed and went straight into the house.
Not only got there, even when I was in this building even though he still stood and did not move from there. I peeked out from the window curtain that was slightly exposed, the pacifier he put into his thick black lips. Skin that begins to wrinkle looks like a log without the sun giving a sting from the top.
“Clothes thugs, but kok nge dot,” my inner heart in heart.
For a moment I thought as I laid myself on the bed. Demian's not the one who ever stepped on the college bench, nor am I. Even if he gets a job, maybe it's not like the rich guys out there. Yes, just eating and buying necessities is good enough. Therefore, I must still find work in this capital city. I want to help the man who will be my husband later, on the other hand I am also bored if I continue to languish in the house.
Eum, if I go now it looks better.
I waited a long time for that jaded thug outside. Thirty minutes later, he finally disappeared from my front door. I don't know where the astral came from, but I wish I'd never see him again.
Since I don't know this area yet, and don't want to take the risk of getting lost, I decided to find a job around here.
“Sabar ya darling,” I wipe Pricilia hair soft, anything I will do for the sake of a decent life for this little princess of mine.
I continued to walk under the hot sun of nature. In the next few steps, a pair of netraku caught a laundry building that read job vacancies.
Not wanting to waste the opportunity, I went straight in and met someone who could be used as a place to ask.
“Good morning mba, can I meet with the one who has laundry?” the shoulder-haired woman turned her head, without answering she immediately approached the middle-aged woman who was sitting while playing a mobile phone. Shortly after that I was called, facing the person I was appraising as the owner of the place of business.
“What's your name?” ask the woman and I answer.
“You I received working here, with a note of not carrying a child,”
The blush!
The smile disappeared without hearing the last three words of the woman's sentence. How could I leave Pricilia?
“But I have experience working while carrying a child ma'am,” a plea I air. I really hope I can work in this place.
“Wah very good! But unfortunately I still do not accept that,” again my spirit again broken. I immediately withdrew after saying the word goodbye to the owner of the laundry. But not yet had my feet stepped, suddenly he returned to voice and made both corners of my lips perfectly interested in forming the letter U.
“But if you want to work as a caregiver for my sick sister, please. I don't forbid you to bring a child,”
“Really? I really want bu,”
“Call me Mama Bulan,” she returned my joy with a sincere smile. Huh, I almost thought that he was the arrogant rich one.
“Come with me,” he said again while pulling my wrist leaving the laundry arena with some workers inside.
...***...
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