The Contracted Uterus

CHAPTER 9. FIRST WIFE PUNISHMENT

Almost an hour Wena stood up but Mr. Densbosco had not yet arrived. My feet feel like sitting. Sweat runs from the forehead and neck.

While Mr. Densbosco's wife calmly punished Wena while sitting and playing gagget with his leisure.

"Madam please allow me to sit down, no longer strong standing," Wena stepped onto the sofa and sat there with no regard for Mrs Densbosco to allow it or not.

"Hi! Who told you to sit down!" shouted the shiny-faced woman.

"I'm sorry my mistress was wrong until Madam punished me standing for almost an hour?" asked Wena while stomping her own feet.

The woman got up from the big table that was Mr. Densbosco's desk, then walked over to Wena who was already sitting on the sofa.

"What did you say wrong? Do you not feel you have made a mistake" he said, sitting in front of Wena with his eyes glaring.

Wena knew what the woman meant. But it is not right that he is said to be guilty. Wena became a victim of the interests of both sides.

"If the madam wants to know, just ask the Master. What's wrong with me?"

"No need to ask sir. Because I already know from the employees here if you like to disturb people's husbands. Small and small have become actors how later if it is an adult."

"Yes, God.... I'm not that kind of woman Madam," Wena defended herself against undue accusations.

"Don't suppose that I don't know what you're doing. It's a good idea that Mr. Densbosco is crazy about you."

"Defamation! that's slander, madam. I never teased Sir. It was you who tried to approach me. The madam misinterpreted their words."

"I don't think I know who you are. You still avoid not admitting your bad behavior. Mother and son are the same."

Wena of course did not accept being said to have bad behavior tempting the same Master as his mother. But even though the accusations were untrue, and hurtful, Wena could not defend herself. He has no power to fight a great man like Mrs Densbosco.

"Primand me if you're guilty, ma'am. But please don't associate it with my mother. He doesn't know anything in this matter."

"Don't talk much about you. Ask yourself, yourself, and your mother. Your job is just disturbing people's households. From the beginning until now it is still done."

The words of Mr. Densbosco's wife further burned Wena's heart. It felt like retaliating for what had been done to him.

Finally Wena chose silence when the woman continued to blame herself and her mother alternately. Until then Mr. Densbosco came by closing the door no matter how loud.

BRAKDHEER!!

The woman who was nagging immediately stopped. Then approached her newly arrived husband with his pot, wiped his coat with a flick of his hand, and fixed the location of his tie.

"Why come late to the office?" ask his wife.

Mr. Densbosco did not answer that question. His eyes were fixed on Wena who was sitting down with sadness.

"Why Mama called Wena without waiting for Papa to come. Mama can't wait to meet Wena, huh?" asked the big man to his wife.

"Yes, Pah. Beautiful Papah's choice too. But unfortunately Papah did not see the weight," replied his wife half disappointed.

Hearing that Wena's chest felt tight. Both corners of his eyes were wet.

"What's that.... Bebet.... I don't know?" ask the man who is not of Javanese descent.

"That's Pah.., where he came from, whose descendants, how his family condition," said Mr. Densbosko's wife explained.

"Oh, about that. There's no problem. Obviously Wena is the descendant of good people, the school graduated from college, the association is not like children today, and the important thing is not involved in drug use." Mr. Densbosco explained about the girl he was going to marry steadily.

wena's feelings are getting worse hearing the conversation of a married couple who are peeling her identity. As if he was an item that was being bid for and researched its existence, flawed or not, before it was bought.

"That weight is important, Pah. Because Papah will want to get a good offspring. If the mother has bad seeds. How can you make a good child."

Oho! Lord. What words are you dropping on me, Wena's inner groan.

"That's how I heard from some of Mama's informants in this office."

"What do they say about Wena?"

"They said Wena was often disturbing people's husbands, including Papah. In the office, his activities are just chatting with his friends."

"That's not true, Mah. They exhaled such an issue out of dislike or envy for Wena. The reality is that Wena is a diligent woman. Never did mbolos work. Arriving on time is never late. Its performance is good. The grade is above the average of other employees."

"Is he sure of his data like that?"

"Yes sure."

"But he's Wigati's son. Do you remember how he almost ruined the integrity of our family?"

"There's no need to talk about that anymore. It's not good that Wena here we're talking about her and her family" Mr. Densbosco said, stopping the painful conversation unfolding in plain sight.

"Well, Wena, you told me to just sit there without you giving me a drink?"

"Oh yes, Pah.... I'm sorry, baby," said his wife, pretending to be sorry by stroking Wena.

The woman, who has not been named by Mr. Densbosko, then moved out of her chair to make drinks for Wena.

"Sorry, Sir. If it is no longer needed, I will go back to the office."

"Awhile Wena.... Relax here first. I still want to look at this naturally beautiful face of yours."

"I'm ashamed of Madam, sir."

"Yes. I haven't introduced you to my wife, yes. His name was Mely Aldina, my first wife. While another one still exists abroad her name is Queen Santana."

"Thank you for introducing your wives" said Wena weakly.

"You seem exhausted, flanked by Mely before I came?" asked Mr. Densbosco while examining Wena's face, hands and feet.

Wena wanted to tell me that she had been sentenced to stand for almost an hour without being given time to rest, squat or drink. But the woman named Mely came to bring a glass of sweet tea.

"What do you make Wena?"

"Tea is sweet, Pah."

"Sweet tea only? Have you told me to sit here for a long time and just make some sweet tea?"

"It's not a cafe but an office, Pah. I'm lucky there's sweet tea. The other office is just water from the gallon."

"Tomorrow to make a better drink for Wena. Includes food and additional intake such as vitamins. Anyway Papah wants his body healthy and fresh. To keep her uterus healthy."

"Well, at home, Pah. It's in the office. There are only books and paper. Can I feed you paper and books?" Mely said cynically.

"Ok then we'll just go out and find some healthy drinks and food for Wena."

"Oh, no need sir. Bother Mr. Madam."

"It's okay. Celebrate your introduction to Mely. Next time I plan the three of us to meet again specifically. To be able to get to know each other before the wedding."

"Yes, sir" replied Wena.

Mely looked like she was smiling a little. I don't like her husband's plans. What's the matter with him....

Seriate