Pasung Tuan Muda's

91. Slut Shouts Bitch

Marissa POV

I have been inside the house for a week. It felt very boring, and no one was able to make themselves to laugh again. Yeah, besides Anissa and Bi Ira. In fact, when I was at work, it felt very crowded and all had a soul to entertain. Moreover, the usual presence of leaning makes itself feel very embarrassed, and Risma also took part in its share.

This morning I was able to go to work. However, to tread it feels like both feet are difficult. Indeed, for the next few months, Andreas gave me time off and the paycheck went on. However, it does not taste good with that. Moreover, employees who have worked for a long time cannot be dispensated like that.

Determined and full of hope in God, may He lead me to work this morning and make money without any social jealousy later. Along with the steps that began to be strong, I got down from the top of the couch while walking towards the bathroom. Right in the doorway, it quickly stepped up and cleaned itself up.

After a few months of bathing using warm water, this morning feels very fresh bath using cold water. I do not want to continue to pamper the body, later not health that comes, but the disease continues to ambush to shackle this self.

After taking a shower, I looked for work clothes I used to wear. Namely, red uniforms and hats to simply decorate over the head. The scorching sun brought a tinge into the ventilation hole. It can be ascertained, if the outside will be hot and make yourself feel very hot. Then I took a red bandana, tied my hair very neatly and my working shoes were worn.

Now it's time to go, don't forget to sip a warm drink on the kitchen table. However, I did not see Bi Ira there. I don't know where he went, but I wanted to say goodbye even though it finally made him grow worried. Warm drinks have been toilet, make yourself to immediately get out of the house and look for an online ojek to get to work.

Right in the living room, I stopped the steps. Because someone sounded faint from outside the house. Instantly the person was present, carrying a green cat with hair tied up like a bun in the era of the 90s. Yeah, who else if not Bi Ira. The woman who has been working with me for seventeen years. Whatever the situation, he was loyal and wanted to live in this tiny house.

“Nyonyah! Kok, neat right. Where do you want to go?” tanyanya full of search.

“Ah, i-it, Bi. I'll go to work this morning,” my word stammered.

“Work? Her body is healed right?” ask again.

“Alhamdulillah, Bi .. anyways do what I at home keep. What is not more healthy, the disease that will come hit.”

“But, Nyah .. said Non Anissa, Nyonyah can't leave the house first. If she's going home from school how's Auntie's answer?”

“Just say if I go to work again, surely he will understand, really, his son. Yes, yes, Bi then I say goodbye. Assalammualaikum ..,” say goodbye to the interlocutor.

“Wa’alaikumsallam .. yes Allah, Gusti .. please launch all Nyonyah work out there. Amiin ..” It sounded faint, a prayer that had been recompensed from me in my heart.

With a good pace, I stood on the edge of the sidewalk. This morning the ojek did not pass at all, while the watch had shown at 07:30 and I had to get to work at 08:00. Because very confused, finally the decision fell on the angkot that passed in front. Using my right hand, I waved and made the angkot stop.

“Where are you going, Bu?” ask the driver.

“Ke Jalan Mangga Dua, Sir,” I replied.

“Oh, please go up.”

Without answering, I also climbed the angkot that is not so dense. Thoroughly, the netra is only focused on the front road that has begun not to jam anymore. While on the right and left side, the other passengers are busy playing mobile phones.

Not long after, the angkot that I am currently riding suddenly slow down the level of his journey. For some reason, stopped in front of a mall in the middle of the trip. Out of curiosity, I waved my hand and touched the driver's shoulder.

“Mas, why stop here? Are there passengers there?” my many.

“No, Neng,” the answer is short.

“My angkot banner seems to be leaking,” he replied in a soft tone of voice.

“Oh, so ...” After saying that, the passengers got off and lined up on the sidewalk.

Then I followed them while standing and wailing. To hitch a ride on one co-worker, they had no one to pass by at all. We had to wait for the driver on the edge. Feeling very late, I paid the driver and immediately walked to the cafe.

In fact, the trip there takes quite a long time, because it is still half the time to arrive. Right on the road, I found an unusual sight. Yeah, the car with the license plate that I seem to recognize is parked on the edge of the sidewalk.

That's my car, isn't it? But why is it there, huh? Even if the one wearing it was Revan, it was certain that he was around. Or maybe the car was given to Siska? tanyaku.

After joining in my heart, I walked back while staring at the phone screen. Suddenly.

Brug!

“Ach ... if walking with eyes, dong!” scream at someone I accidentally hit.

“Ma-sorry, I did not see earlier,” I replied as I touched the man's shirt.

The things in his bed were scattered, so I squatted my body while taking some bread on the asphalt. Instantly I found the person who was flinching without that voice.

“This is the food, Ma'am,” I said softly.

As soon as the interlocutor opened his glasses, it was seen that it was Siska—my husband's second wife. She was the actress in the household that I had been with Revan for a few years. Now, we were met in front of a building where a shopping center.

“Ops, there's a crazy woman in front of me,” she said as she closed her mouth with her right hand.

Without answering and adding to the dispute, I just took a light breath and did not care about it.

“Sorry, I'm in a hurry. Again sorry, because it hit you earlier.”

“Oh-oh-oh .. It turns out you're alive, yes, Marissa. After a long life of poverty, it turns out to be able to survive as well,” ledeknya while touching my uniform.

“Do not touch me!”

“Ha-ha-ha .. It turns out you're working at that cafe again, huh? So what's? Pembokat, or ... so women pela-cur save Andreas?” ask her very loudly.

“Not ... Who all this time was you? Why am I the one you're accusing. Try to reflect, who is the cheap woman in this world.” Along with that, I scrunched both eyebrows.

“Poor basis, do not know yourself, already poor still belagu.”

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