THIRD WIFE AND SECOND HUSBAND
*JOKI (TRI IN ONE)
Even though I was still in Primary School, I learned how to walk around looking for a bite of rice. In order to meet the economic demands and the cost of schooling I had to sincerely pass my childhood so that we could enjoy the grace of the creator. I have to work hard to earn a living.
When at the age of me who should still be asleep to dream in my sleep, I have to wake up and wake up from a dream to fulfill a dream.
"Vita,ayo wake up at dawn has started to reverberate! " so patient my mother woke me who was still asleep from drowsiness.
"Yes, what time is it? I have to quickly leave before sunrise so that my subscription is not snatched up by friends! " aghast as I looked at my watch.
"It's only five o'clock in the morning, yeah take a shower! mamah has made breakfast fried rice for the child mamah breakfast" said mamah while pinching my nose.
I quickly went to the bathroom to clean my body. After getting ready in front of the mirror I came out of my room for breakfast together.
After I filled my stomach breakfast made with my mama's hands I said not to forget my habit of kissing the back of my mama's hands while asking for her blessing and prayers. After saying my greetings, I hurried to go chasing time so that my subscription was not snatched by my other friends.
Every dawn I set out to be a Tri In One service (jockey ) from six in the morning to ten in the afternoon.
being the services of Tri In One sometimes we fight like playing cats so as not to be caught by Sat Pol PP, because it is considered to damage the view , sometimes I am confused why the government forbids Jockey children as sellers of services while the government implements TRI IN ONE regulations.
So long ago I twitched in the world of Tri In One now my age has stepped eight years and of course already wearing a blue white school uniform, blue, although I can only enter the favorite Negri school no two, but I am proud of my achievements even without guidance and raised the hand of a father.
"Mahs... Vita left first yes, doain vita ya mah, hopefully today there is a fortune to pay the debt in the stall. "there is a doubt that envelops the mistress in my heart, but I have to keep the spirit only because of the economic demands again.
" Beware on the road son..mama always doain the best pliers for mama's children! " there is a sense of worry on the face of the mother who is not young anymore.
Don't forget I kissed the back of my mama's hand that had seen a line between the backs of her hands. I don't know why there was such a bad feeling from the bottom of my heart that bothered my mind.
when I arrived at my usual place I stood looking for and waiting for the generous heart that was willing to use my services to equip its vehicle the four-wheeled motorbike in order to obey the rules and avoid the removal of the police.
I haven't found what I'm looking for combined razia has made us goosey looking for shelter. My friends and I panicked to take no steps.
Me and my friends were surrounded until we were finally caught by SAT POL PP on duty.
In order to free me from being caught SAT POL PP mama was forced to ask for a certificate from my school.
I admit that my school is considered a prestigious school and elite even my school friends are average rich and respected people, maybe only I am a relatively poor and have nothing, he said, but I never felt discouraged.
I was forced to stop going to school because I no longer have the cost to pay SPP bragging, to eat only now we have to owe at the stall.
I'm getting confused about my economy now. No more income for everyday.
*THE BEGINNING OF MY DARK LIFE *
When I decided to no longer be a service TRI IN ONE (jockey) and decided to quit school because there is no cost.
I was offered someone to work in a dimly lit stall. Sell alcoholic drinks.
With coercion because of the economy I received a job offer that should not have been the time I knew the night world.
Even though I was young and the time I was twitching in the night world, only one was on my mind and my mind. How can I bring to life parents who are just puppets, because my mother's age is no longer able to work hard.
Once a week I go home to visit my mom, because it is circumstances that cannot allow me to go home every day.
"Vita.. tonight is Sunday night so we close the stall at three in the morning yes, because it is definitely crowded tonight vit, if our usual day is closed at two in the morning, so we will close the stall at dawn, biasalah vit if the ordinary day is a bit quiet visitors. "the explanation mba wiwin owner of the dimly lit stall, because I am still new and do not understand anything about the night world.
"Yes mba "my answer briefly shows me the explanation of the owner of the dimly lit stall.
I was put in mes for me to rest and sleepiness after working all night at the mba wiwin stall, so that it is economical that I do not contract the house to relieve my fatigue.
The day had started late in the afternoon, then I had to get ready to rush to take a bath and clean my body. The smell of soap is attached to my body, fresh once this body is in the water. After I cleaned my body, I did not forget to wear sexy clothes and make a little powder and lisptic polish a little. Because I am not good at makeup my face so my makeup is just perfunctory.
* WHEN FIRST VIEWED *
The clock has shown me at eight o'clock I have arrived at the mba wiwin stall, tonight even both of me work in the dimly lit stalls and it turns out there have been many visitors who come and there are already several tables that open bottles of alcoholic drinks while listening to the music from the recorder tip.
I watched them at every table, though not clearly visible but there was one that seized my eyes to look at him, subconsciously he gave me a glimpse of his sweet smile, I returned his smile.
We looked at each other without any cue to get closer to each other, until shortly he approached the owner of the dimly lit stall.
"Mba, who is that? new officer huh? why am I not familiar with Mba?" mba Wiwin just gave a glimpse of a smile while rolling a cassette with a pen to look for his favorite song.
"Yes mas, only two nights working here" gave a pause to continue his words. "Still the original virgin tuh mas, do not be in a jerk ya ntar dammed" guyonnya to chuckle.
"Vita! right here! " my daydreams wailed as mba wiwin shouted to me.
"Yes mba" I rushed to mba wiwin's call.
"Please deliver these bottles to the table in the middle yes, table number six. while you ask if someone else is ordered or not! " clearly mba wiwin while thrusting a few bottles at me.
I grabbed and carried the bottle to the table that was pointed at mba wiwin, my heart pounding as I looked back at the figure of the man who managed to steal my gaze.
* MY INTRODUCTION TO HIM *
One of them took my hand so I could sit down and flinch at them, just a jolt I was shocked when this body fell on the chest of the man's field.
" I'm sorry "for a moment my cheek red Meron held the shame because quickly his hand grabbed my body so that I did not dissolve in falling.
" It's okay "I just let go and sat down next to the man.
"Hmm... does anyone still want to be ordered again mas? " my nervous tanya there was a sense of awkwardness being beside her. The smell of perfume pierced my sense of smell, feeling the sensation of maleness.
"It's quite this early order, we will order again if there is still time for us to drink"
"Alright, I'll excuse you" said I to get out of his desk. Actually lifting this body from the chair, I wanted to feel like I was lingering beside him.
When I want to stand up leaving my chair, my hand can reach as if I am not allowed to leave.
"Here I used to chat, you see my friends are busy chatting with their respective women? when you could see me like a goat-congge just watching them make out?" I canceled my intention to get out of my chair and looked at those who were engrossed in their own world. Until we forget who can only swallow our own saliva.
I nodded with a small sign agreeing.
"Alright, just sorry if I'm still a little awkward"
I just smile while caring for those who start forgetting about their surroundings because being affected by alcohol makes my friends always want to be noticed and spoiled by their respective partners.
"You want to drink something deck? or want to drink alcohol too? " i was surprised when the man gave me an empty glass.
"Hmm. I'm actually not used to drinking alcohol, but for the sake of appreciation I can try!" I obviously made him understand.
* NEW* THIS TIME *
At first I felt nauseous because the aroma and taste of the drink were so, so unfriendly on my tongue, I wonder! why are they willing to spend a lot of money just for the sake of drinks that smell and taste unpleasant stab in my nose and my tongue.
In order to appreciate them, I had to learn to get used to it. So as not to smell in my nose because of the unpleasant aroma.
"Hahaha...- is there a way of drinking, not used to y neng? " they thought it was a joke. With joy they laughed.
"It's okay neng, later also used to" one of my friends gave a pause. " Here must be accustomed and strong drinking! " answer my friend who I do not know what his name is, because not all employees mba wiwin who live in mes.
"What's your name, deck? from earlier we chatted but have not yet become acquainted. "the man channeled his hand to invite me to shake hands.
"Vita mas" I answered briefly withstanding the nausea in my stomach.
"Ohh... My name is Arif" His smile and gaze made me nervous.
Just this time I felt an erratic heartbeat as I greeted her to shake her hand.
"Where's the deck?" back to Arif's question disperse my daydream.
"Middle air... Hmmm... if the original Arif mas orng java also yes mas? " i'm getting a little comfortable talking to him.
"Yes, how do you know the deck? " i just smiled as I looked at him.
It was almost morning when I turned back to the clock on a thin flat object, it was almost two in the morning. My head has started to get a bit dizzy because of the mummy, but I still have to be concerned.
"Sorry deck, may I ask you to please get me the bill? !" I slightly nodded and paid to take the bill that had to be paid.
After I paid the bill on the white paper to mba Wiwin and returned to my chair again, I returned to my bench.
"May I have your handphone number on deck? so that we can talk more freely again" as the man gave a flat object to me so that I type my handphone number to add to his contact list.
After giving some sheet money as a tip money services his friend chat. Mas Arif said goodbye and kissed me on the cheek. I was shocked in disbelief, my eyes widened as if I could not believe his actions that surprised me, because indeed during my life I had never been touched by a man other than my mother.
