THE SUBSTITUTE HUSBAND
JSP 2'S. Me And The Beginning Of Friendship With Ruby Rury
Nine Years Ago,
The commotion of the household was inevitable.
It was realized why Diana had been married all this time but like a widow of one child because she only lived alone with her only son.
Yep. Is correct.
Diana was my mother's name. And that only boy is me.
Introduce. My name is Angga Saputra. I was 26 years old three months ago.
They are mature and mature in age and appearance.
From childhood accustomed to living alone with a simple beautiful woman named Diana who is only an employee of a textile factory in the city of B.
My mother, she's my only protector. After Allah Ta'ala, of course, the Creator is complete with all identity and identity.
Hm.
My dad, we only met two or three times a year. Mama said, Papa worked on the cruise as ABK on a Taiwanese fishing boat. Said Mama. This is what my mom said, right!?!
That's also what Mama always answers whenever I'm complete why it's so hard to contact Papa. Distanced by distance and time. Especially the signal that is already because Papa is in the middle of the ocean. It's always the setting of Mama's answer.
As my age grew, I rarely let out my emotions when playmates questioned my Papa.
Free. My mom's answer is always that.
And in the end I used to be made fun of by friends for being like a fatherless orphan.
It's Okay. About nopo-nopo. I am getting used to it more and more. Like an orphan who doesn't have a Papa.
Our lives are standard.
My mom worked to earn a living for our lives.
I asked him, What does my mom work for. Papa is an ABK who works abroad. Taiwan, automatically the salary is much greater than UMR Indonesian employees, especially factories such as Mama. There is Papa's salary which of course every month is routinely sent from Taiwan. So why does Mama work too. That's my question to Diana's mother, my mother.
Hm. Hhh...
Want to know what the answer is?
She replied, She works only to fill the void of time. That is, he joined until finally decided to work, guys.
Is that my mom?!
He didn't realize that I was a human child who needed his attention.
Not just protruding.
Waking up, Mama was no longer in her room. Already go to work every five o'clock in the morning because the work place is quite far away. And had to fight after dawn so as not to miss the bus invitation.
It happens every day except Sunday.
On Sundays, he sleeps like a kebo and wakes up at eleven p.m. He said to pay for his sleep ration which for six days was deprived of working time.
If he feels deprived, why does he not choose to resign aka quit work? Basic indeed. It doesn't make sense.
And for whatever he worked hard to slam the bones just to fill the void of time that does not want to be wasted.
Hm.
But there is one good Mama that I can still be grateful for in the many annoying nature of Mama. Namely, Mama really supports whatever it is that I want.
Karate, basketball until entering the football club in Middle School became my routine activity as an additional lesson outside school hours.
My circle association was helped because of the manly sports activities until I met the Rury at the sports clubs.
And I was her sparing partner at every meeting opportunity.
That was the beginning of my friendship with Rury. We are different castes. Different schools and social environments.
Rury was a good friend. He was knightly in spirit because he made friends regardless of caste.
Class 5 Elementary School, the first time I was invited to his main mansion in the central area. Because he said he had three big houses in the center, south and east.
Every week, Rury and his family move from one house to another.
"Ribet is very much alive! Although rich people, why should I go back and forth the house here and there like a fugitive debt collector!" ledekku at that time. And Rury laughed out loud as her twin sister Ruby came down from upstairs with the elevator door open and chimed in with "Basic is tacky!"
Instantly I was really tacky.
Mouth gaping. Staring strangely at the open elevator door and Ruby stood in front of her while shaking her waist.
Good Lord! Is there a beautiful girl like a mannequin in the night market? Her skin is truly! Original glowing, milky white glossy all over his body as well as his face! This is if there are flies stuck on the skin, it will surely be this swish!
That was how I met Ruby, her twin sister, Rury.
Even though Ruby didn't seem to like me from the very beginning, but I don't care. She remains like the beautiful Goddess Kwan In in her jutek version.
My first love at 11 years old.
I am the dableg, not caring about his spicy mouth that is like the highest level of spicy bon chili.
Ruby was still the prettiest girl in my eyes. Even until my 17th year, there was only Ruby in my heart.
We are indeed the same age. It's only been four months and I'm older than him and Rury.
Until one day, exactly when I was 17 years old and Mama made a surprise party for me the first and last time.
Mama invited my best friends including the twins Rury and Ruby. Rury's a real friend of mine, but Ruby's not.
But it turns out that the beautiful girl who used to be a gemoy was willing to attend also in the simple house that Mama and I lived in.
Also someone I've been missing all this time. He is my own father.
It was seven o'clock that night, actually attending my seventeenth birthday party.
What a surprise party that I will never forget for a lifetime until this moment.
The candle blowing event that was supposed to hit blue with make a wish as the start of the party was not realized.
A middle-aged woman with a manor grooming ala-ala the wife of the official came to shuffle. Even ended up with a whimper that made my face like a block of cow dung.
She accused my mother of playing shaman into a mistress until she could hide her identity as his wife for seventeen years.
Njirr!!!
Remembering all those super-bad memories, my eyes were reddened.
It turned out that all this time my mother had been a great liar even to me, her own biological child.
My mother is a mistress of married men.
Seventeen years old married to a man named Yoseph Indrawan, only to be the wife of a series that concealed his existence.
And my father, Yoseph Indrawan, was not really a sailor like my mother said all along. A PNS echelon III.
Bangk+e! My ancestors weren't sailors, coy!
Shiiiit! Stupid Mama. So a mistress but her life is not a treasure. Wh-wh-what for? Basic bego!
Even the residence is not a gift house given by Papa, but the inheritance from his parents who also happened to only have children.
Hm.
"People! Hows it? Are you ready to marry Ruby tomorrow at nine in the morning?"
Instantly I regained consciousness.
I'm at an important meeting of Mr. Hartono Abdi's family. And is getting an important mission. Must give a definite answer immediately.
Whether or not to marry Ruby.
SERIATE
