OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER
NEW PERSON
“What is your mother going to come to our wedding later?” I turned towards Demian who was feeding a spoonful of rice into his mouth.
After work I went straight to Demian's kitchen to cook his favorite squid stir fry. Counting provides entertainment for him who has not found a new job today.
“My book did not come,” an answer that made me spontaneously wonder.
“Why?”
“Batam to Jakarta is very far away Che, where maybe my mother can,” I allow in my heart. I'm the only one who is still easy and healthy like losing my waist yesterday, let alone an elderly woman.
“Eum. Oh yeah, can I see your mom's photo?” I have been curious for a long time. It's funny that a future daughter-in-law doesn't know how her in-laws look like.
“Oh unfortunately I did not save his photo on mobile,”
“Huh! What kind of kid are you? Basic!” i'm upset. Demian could not have kept his own mother's face. In that case, it must have taken me a long time to see my in-laws currently living in Batam City. I have not dared to go there, afraid that suddenly Mr. Reno saw and then punished me for what happened yesterday.
“Mama mama mama,” Pricil suddenly just blabbering, his hand pointing to somehow in front there. My God, I didn't even realize my son was crawling almost to the doorstep.
I flipped forward, following where the pricil's index finger shot was going. Not that it was important, I saw the strange teenager again up ahead. He put on a wrinkled face.
“What's up?” I asked Ibil who was stuck in front of the porch. For some reason, he's been interfering with my life a lot and Demian's.
“Mba can help me make house paint no?”
“APA?”
Crazy one! He thinks I'm a superhero? After all, is there no handyman around here who can use his services for it? Ck!
“You're all there, I'm a woman,” I'm annoyed, and Ibil is getting her face wrinkled. I hate that.
“Mas Demian is there, right? Just tell her mba,” this one odd woman's word makes my tension go up. I had expected that in the end he would ask my future husband for help.
“Why not find a handyman around here?”
“Mas Demian is a handyman,”
“But not good at painting the house,” regardless of whether I actually know less. I said like that so Ibil would leave immediately and not expect Demian anymore. But suddenly the person he was looking for appeared from the inside.
“What else is this?” the furious look of Demian always showed when he met the lady ganjen.
“He wants to paint the house he said and ask for your help,” before Ibil replied, I first tell Demian what the purpose is to come to us in this place.
“Sorry Bil, my leg is hurting. Can't climb,” Demian lied. I'm sure he did all this too because he avoided Ibil's request.
“But my house is so dull. I'm ashamed that you came here,”
“Better find someone else, excuse me,” the man who seems to have been ignited emotions immediately gushed into the house. I followed, and let Ibil stand there.
His request was strange anyway. Doesn't he feel that his neighbor doesn't like him? I think that face is a wall. Actually Demian once wanted to invite me to move from here because of Ibil's behavior that often troubled us. But if we move, then our residence card must be taken care of, automatically our marriage will also be delayed. If Ibil still continues to do this, then inevitably if I've legally become Demian's wife later, then we have to leave this house immediately. I don't know why my heart says she's not a good girl.
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Yuck!
The word Ozone suddenly makes the food in my stomach want to come out all. He thrust out a spoon containing pieces of potatoes on it.
“Make mas only, I am already very full,” I better not eat all of them than to be fed by him.
“Yakin?”
“Iya,”
Ozone no longer speaks. He continued the eating activities accompanied by me and also Pricilia. Poor, so deep in his love for the late wife. To the extent that the clothes every day belonged to women who had died long ago.
“Why wear this shirt?” I watched the ozone from top to bottom. The flower negligee with a striking color wrapped around her puffed body.
Ozone spontaneously displayed a pouty face, then said “ini is beautiful,” and I smiled slicedly.
I am his nanny, at least from now on I have to give understanding so that he does not behave like this again. Although he was annoying and a lot of behavior, but in the deepest recesses of my heart I actually felt sorry for him.
“But this will be for women,” continued me again who is still replied with a face not liked by Ozone. His mouth was thick, his eyes were looking at me.
“It's got Herlina. Don't disturb!”
Bugh!
A hard blow with the head of the spoon landed right on the back of my hand. A little sick, but nothing, after all he was not in a mental state. Herlina is the late wife who died two years ago in an accident. Yesterday Bik Nah had told me that Ozone was actually newly married, and when his wife became pregnant young they even experienced a tragic incident and made Herlina and the baby in her stomach died.
Poor Ozone. Long time he just married, once married eh wife died.
I waited for the old man to eat. Finally, after thirty minutes had passed, the ritual was finished scattering the rice. Yes, more precisely Ozone is not putting food in the mouth, but just poking a spoon on the rice until bored, then throw it on the floor. If he is really hungry, then he asks for new food.
It's my job to clean up what Ozone has created in this place. Starting from the dishes and spoons that fly out of nowhere, to rice and side dishes that splattered on the floor surface.
Tired, very tired. Hence the wages of caring for Ozone is more expensive than just cleaning the house and its contents, such as Bik Nah.
After everything was done, I immediately brought Pricilia into the sling and told Ozone to take a break. Ms. Naumi said she should never miss midday sleep, if that happens then her head will become dizzy.
I no longer have a job, now is the time to fill my stomach in the back. Pricilia who was in my arms never stopped babbling, maybe this child can also feel that soon his empty stomach will be filled with food.
“Chevani!” I suddenly looked back when a familiar voice called me from the front door. I saw Bik Nah, the woman just came in with a young girl next to her.
“Include this Alya, ponakan bibik. From now on he will stay here to help,”
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