OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER

30 DAYS EXACTLY

Month passed.

It doesn't feel like 30 days have me and my son been in the capital. About the state of my hometown, I never heard of it again. Then neither Neni, Elin nor Ratna ever had anything to do even once I contacted them. I'm still worried in case they're all gonna leak where I live or my phone number to Mr. Reno.

My job here? Ah, I'm getting tired. But not Chevani Agra if the name is easy to give up. Since long ago, I have been used to living a difficult and enigmatic life. Thankfully, the Hand of God is still faithfully directing me well to this very moment.

On the one hand I am also happy because Pricilia is officially good at walking. Luckily, he wasn't naughty while I was on duty. Ozone treated him well, though he often acted strangely towards me, but not with Pricilia. Naumi ma'am and bik Nah were no less good to me. Alhamdulillahot.

During these thirty days, Demian and I have finished taking care of all sorts of residency letters as well as letters for our marriage. It's a long story, where we have to go back and spend a lot of money. Demian said, in five days we're getting married. Wow pleased.

“Cock daydreaming?” a bun-haired woman nudged my shoulder from behind. I gasped and straightened up in this dining chair.

“Eh bik Well, startled know,”

“Hehehe,” the old woman showed her teeth that started toothless one by one. “Called den Ozone tuh.” he continued again while switching to wastafle.

I turned my head, I could make sure the round man would tell me what was weird again. Huh, but that's okay. The wages here are also a lot.

“What's up?” ask me on Ozone which is now lying on the floor while watching tv. The bean jar is in his right hand, while the other holds a pacifier containing a white viscous liquid.

“Where is your son?”

“Sleep in room. Why?” Ozone did not answer but shook his head in response to my words. It was familiar when I heard such a question, he really liked playing with Pricilia. But I wonder, where are his wife and children?

“Do you have to help again?” my voice made his head turn to the side, then back to shake.

Good riddance! It was time to rest myself in my room.

I'm sorry old man for accusing you of telling me something weird again.

...***...

I saw Demian looking dumb on the front seat of the porch. I as his wife-to-be took the initiative to approach, asking if there was something that disturbed his mind.

Demian turned his head and shifted one chair when the net accidentally caught my body getting closer. A friendly smile he always showed, never sour when he met me.

“You why?” I who have been very curious just spoke without a stale base.

“What's the reason?” Demian seemed to raise his eyebrows next to her.

“Why are you daydreaming?”

“Oh that,” this man who was next to me was staring towards the front with a blank look, I followed where the gaze was anchored. “My work is done. After that, I don't know where to go,” the new stacking house so in front of there became the object of my attention at this time. The building seems to have been completed by today. It was just as if Demian felt lost.

“In a moment,” immediately the man rewinded his stool and went straight into the house. I don't know what to want.

“This,” suddenly a hundred thousand dollars were present in plain sight. Demian smiled, then his hands swung and landed on the tip of my head.

“Your age?” many wonder.

“We are together. But I want you to hold it,” my pair of nertra back buyak after hearing Hero's words just now. Glad not to play it feels, not so the wife has been given confidence to manage finances. I know, these papers were his first and last salary working as a building porter. And thank God again, the number is quite a lot. Maybe because his work is also very hard.

“You believe in me?” I looked up at Demian's face which looked very good from down here. He replied with a steady nod, then I accepted the life-connecting object with pleasure.

“After this I will work even harder for our lives. I promise.” Demian briefly peeked at my forehead so as to create a warm impression there. It feels so good to know this guy. Although he does not hold any property, at least he always tries to give me happiness and a decent life.

“Wah, it's still noon already deket-deketan aja?” immediately the blooming flowers all fell out without hearing a familiar sound that disturbed my ears for the past month. Both me and Demian turned their heads, Ibil in her material clothes was already standing in front of him.

“Do not disturb the pleasure of others you!” Demian exclaimed loudly, his countenance suddenly red.

All this time the teenager who I considered as a strange person was often hostile to my life and also Demian. Starting from asking for help from small things to grabbing our conversation like this has become a culture that he can not leave. The girl who had just finished High School always pissed me off, as did Demian who was very fond of Ibil.

“Ah, mas Demian mah every time I met I was angry mulu,” his voice was deliberately swung, making the whole stomach feel like going out.

“Where to Bil?” I broke the mood. I hope Demian immediately closed his eyes tightly so as not to pay attention to the chicken thighs ready to eat in front there.

“Newly home from work mba,” the answer made my eyebrows linked to each other.

“Mba always see you out at night. Sometimes I go home in the morning, sometimes in the afternoon. It doesn't work shift huh?”

“When there is a crocodile, there I work,”

“Ma-means?” I'm not understanding the blond girl's story. Has he been a crocodile handler all this time? If that's true, it's amazing. If I do not let crocodiles, menggeliat cecak aja it feels rich to squirm the devil.

“Hahaha if you do not understand, please ask the same mas Demian,” Ibil's mouth is wide open showing a row of teeth fenced. His steps drifted further away along with my head that turned towards Demian, asking for an answer.

“You don't have to be sweet with her. She's a cheap girl!”

“Hey watch your mouth!” my hand swung and landed right on Demian's shoulder. Somewhat surprised, because only this time I heard him say such a rude thing.

“That's just follow my words!” the red hue had not yet been wiped from his face. I watched closely, staring at his back which was now beginning to move away from the poisis where I was sitting. For some reason, from the beginning of his meeting with Ibil I felt that he hated that woman so much.

...***...

Haaai

I'm up early in the morning blind, here just finished subuhan wkwkwk

Has anyone started jiji to see Ibil?