OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER

FIRST DAY WORKING

The atmosphere seemed to make its own pleasure for me who immediately had a job in the blink of an eye. In my opinion, this is a welcome from the land of the capital for a childless widow like myself. I looked at the sky, a smile etched into my face at this moment.

The middle-aged woman led me into a magnificent building not far from the laundry. My pair of spontaneous neutrals sparkled, this building is no different from the palace of kings. Eum, looks like I'm gonna be at home.

“You're the one broadcasting?” the voice of the woman who brought me to this place was heard, her eyes were fixed on me.

“Iya ma'am,” I think I'm mental enough to live all kinds of fanfare in this world.

The woman no longer answered, and I could only see the corner of her perfectly interested lips as she glanced at me from the tail of her eyes.

“Bik Well, where are you?” the woman shouted as she pulled my wrist in.

Just incredible! I was amazed when all over this magnificent building greeted me with gold-yellow knickknacks. The extent can not be calculated, giant paintings seem to add to the elegant impression of the house that I was walking on the floor.

“There is in the backyard non,” woman who is called as Bik Nah it comes, it turns out she is a little older than the employer.

I was taken away to the very tail section of this building. Even up to this point, everything still seems beautiful. Water loss was heard when our footsteps stopped in a green expanse overgrown by small trees, it turned out that in the middle there was also a small pond.

“Kak!” the mother called out to a balloon man who was sitting on a long bench. But for some reason, the man seemed familiar. Have I seen it before?

“Where is my wife?” the man screamed loudly and then turned his body, so that the spontaneous look made my blood rush.

She's she?

Yeah, that's what I saw. A man in a balloon with a thug suit and a bottle of pacifier hanging around his neck. Either God has outlined my life story like this, or I have made a big mistake but never realized. How come? I was just hoping not to meet him back an hour ago. But why is it that the Almighty is now giving me a gift like this?

“This is my older brother, his name is Ozone. From tomorrow you must come here at a maximum of seven in the morning. Ah, another one, you can call me bu Naumi,” the woman who turned out to be one blood with the letoy thug spoke at length. I took a long breath. However, I also have to continue to accept this job considering that there is a Pricilia that must be happy.

Hopefully strong.

I saw Demian sitting sweetly in front of his porch. A glass of warm tea accompanied the man at this moment. I who had just bathed Pricilia immediately stepped foot into the house next door, she looked at me with a smile.

“Have a papa bath,” Demian grabbed Prici from my sling.

“How about today?” I was shaking my hair that was not too dry. The distinctive aroma of shampoo is piercing the nose.

The handsome man smiled and said, “I've got a job,”

I who was still busy watching Pricilia now turned to look at Demian's brown eyes. Somehow hearing he got a job presenting his own gratitude for me, it seems like good luck is on our side.

“The work does not need far, just in front of the house,” he continued which I immediately replied with my eyes glaring.

“You mean?”

“That,” Demian floated the index jai towards a semi-finished building that was across the street.

“You're a building coolie?”

“Iya. It's okay, right?”

I smile. Hero's face again ran inside the head. He used to work as a cement mortar construction project, fortunately my life is still guaranteed. Why would I complain if it happened to me again? Although with a different man, I'm sure he can live me well like the Hero of old.

“Alhamdulillah,” sweet smile I showed you. The man was silent for a while before he finally rubbed the tip of my head and ended up kissing the cheek of the puffer of Pricilia.

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“Call me mas Ozone!”

Uhuuk!

Almost saliva spouted out of my mouth. Did I hear wrong? Grandparents like him asked to be called mas. Gosh darn.

Early in the morning I prepared myself to welcome my civil work in the capital. Naumi said I do not need to hesitate, no need to excuse me if you want to enter the house.

“Ba-well mas,” I put on a forced smile while scanning the view from the tip of the foot to the tip of the Ozone's head. He said he was sick, but I found nothing wrong but his crazy rich attitude.

“Hopefully you are not like Well yes,” the man twisted his thin mustache beard. Thugs no longer wear clothes with the rotten pacifier, instead he uses a nightshirt with an angry bird and a red ribbon on the head. Looks like someone wants to sign up as a cherry belle member.

“Oh yes introduce mas, my name is Chevani and this is my son, Pricilia,” I switched eyes to look at Pricilia who turned out to laugh at the strangeness of the Ozon mas. Uh no, I mean Ozone. I would not call him a mas except in front of his own people and family.

“I don't like your name!”

“Why?”

“I want to call you sweet sister,” a few times my eyes blinked. Disgustedly. Why is his attitude so strange?

Suddenly the Ozone thrust a plate that had been around since when it was nearby. I grabbed the plate and headed to the kitchen to put it on the wastefle.

“Hey I haven't eaten anything yet,” the screams were tight and instantly made me turn around.

“If you haven't eaten why was the plate given to me?”

“I want you to bribe me sweet sister,”

Mucus!

I increasingly do not understand why can Ma Naumi who is so beautiful and rich get a brother whose attitude is like a creature so-called. A long breath came out of my mouth, forced to put Pricilia on the sofa so I could freely feed this crazy kebo.

“Aaaaaaam,” his hand grabbed a piece of fried chicken that was inside the plate. He treated himself like Upin Ipin on tv-tv, but if this one Upin Ipin expired.

Whether jealous or maybe surprised to see his mother feeding a big baby, suddenly Pricilia turned to me with teary eyes. I returned his gaze with a smile, hopefully he understood that his mother was on duty.

“You have a husband?” a sudden question distracts me from the mountain of rice.

“Already,” answered me lying. Forced, I don't want him to bother me too deeply. I'll be Demian's wife any minute.

Hearing my words, the old man became sad. His face was sad then lowered down, looking at anything that could be seen by the eye.

“Actually this is the person why the hell? It's only fitting that Naumi asked me if I was patient or not,”

...***...

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Does anyone know why the Ozone?

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