Ex Wife Becomes Stepmom
10. Jealousy

The POV Damar

Looking at Jessi's beautiful face sleeping well is a fortune to me. I don't even fully believe it, if I've been mingling until the morning with the woman I've loved so much for the past year.

She's my son's ex-wife, only I got the crown. It's hard to believe that Danu completely ignored Jessi all along.

Seen from any side when compared to Anaya. Still Jessi is the best, beautiful, body, even clever in taking care of the house, Jessi clearly better.

As for Anaya, I know that girl. Before dating Danu she was once the lover of my friend Frans.

A 21-year-old woman is dating a married om-om. With the age of ten years adrift, Frans was tempted to make Anaya his lover temporarily because he just wanted to try. Frans said his wife had not wanted to be touched for a long time. But their relationship ended after Frans divorced his wife, Frans' wife, pregnant with another boy. Frans decided to divorce and start a new life. Including breaking up with Anaya. As an 8-year-old friend of Frans, I can only pray my best for him.

I never met Anaya. It's just that I had a few times heard the story of my business friends how delicious their bed games are. Since then, my other friends always offer young leaves to just be my lover.

It's just that I'm not interested. If only to throw away money, I could give it to my beloved daughter-in-law. That's what I was thinking at the time.

If it's about the bed. I even had no sexual appetite after my wife-mother Danu--died postpartum. It was like a dark cloud that always haunted me.

As time goes by. They gave up on persuading me to make young girls lovers. Or the term, sugar baby in today's times.

It's just like a time bomb ready to destroy. I'm even interested in my own daughter-in-law!

"Ugh...." I put my arms back on Jessi. This morning the atmosphere was cloudy, the spatter had even fallen from half an hour ago. Although not swift, but if you walk five meters it feels like the clothes will still get wet.

Feeling hungry. I again landed a short kiss on his forehead. Get out of bed, then hurry to use my clothes that have been scattered everywhere.

Speaking of clothes. I remember Jessi, my woman didn't have a change of clothes because of her training at the airport yesterday. He may have forgotten to raise his own suitcase.

Take me to the city. My future wife doesn't have a change of clothes, because yesterday was left at the airport.

Fill in my message to Togar. The head foreman who was in the housing department two where we lived on this plantation.

Oil palm plantations covering an area of 20 hectares is indeed divided into four parts. From department one to four, each department has one head foreman with a management area of five hectares of land.

Residents in this department have also increased. They are not just people who work on the farm. There are also those who contract to just live in this housing department.

Each department has a hundred houses. It was me who added. The area of land built for housing is also not counted in the area of the garden, in the sense of the word if it is united with outside the residential area it will be more than 20 hectares.

Duh, sorry boss. I can't, rain! The streets are muddy, afraid we will not be able to go home.

If you want, in the department one there is a shirt credit for mothers. If you want me to take you there later. Even though the road is muddy, we can still go home.

After gulping down the water in my glass. I went back to the room. Remembering Jessi who had no change of clothes, my hunger was gone.

My brain only thinks about Jessi. Not about her outerwear, but her inner wear. He washed the clothes he was wearing last night. The thing that drove me almost crazy to the point of touching him last night.

Alright, pickup!

Smack Jessi's forehead for a second. Then looked back at him who was still asleep in peace. "Mas go first, yeah. Just jerk, you don't come here!" Pamit ku while giggling amusedly.

Funny with my own behavior. I'm like a teenager who's new to dating now. He just wants to see his girlfriend. It only went away for a while, but it felt like days.

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Go home from department one. I knocked on the door slowly, "Assalamualaikum, Jes. Jeesi!" Call me, hoping to be opened the door and welcomed warmly by the woman of my heart.

Just knocked a few times. There's no answer. Maybe Jessi hasn't woken up yet, I thought.

Slowly I opened the door. Enter, then immediately go to the room. I saw the door of the room open. Jessi was no longer in bed. I could hear people talking from the kitchen. It turned out Jessi was right there, calling with a flushed face.

Who dares to call my lover, until his face reddened. 

"What are you talking about, Mas Danu. Come on, if it's nothing important I'm maturing the phone!"

Dgehh .. I squeezed my chest which felt tight for a moment. Turns out my son still calls Jessi. What were they talking about until Jessi sounded angry like that.

Even though I don't know what they're talking about. I am still jealous! Since last night I've been claiming Jessi as my wife. Even though we are not legally married, but she has served me like her husband.

This can't be allowed. To prevent unwanted things. I need to see his uncle Jessi-Uncle Afit. Youngest biological sister of Jessi's late father. Though previously I intended to ask permission from Uncle Kaduk-kakak from his father Jessi.

But look at the situation. It would be better if I went to Uncle Afit. It's close to here. This plantation is bordered by a plantation owned by Uncle Afit. Yes, tomorrow I'll take Jessi there soon. When do we need to be married before returning to Jakarta. Yeah, it has to be!

"..."

"Mas-"

"Assalamualaikum, Jeez. Are you awake, honey?" I asked to cut their conversation. I have to end their conversation. I'm afraid Jessi will turn back to my Danu-children.

Jessi was surprised. Call that phone too with it turned off. I don't know what's on his mind? His face looks nervous. Like someone who is afraid of being caught cheating.

Although this is not normal. But I was happy to see the expression on his face. Doesn't that mean he already thinks of me?

"Waalaikumsallam, Mas. From where?" He asked with a sweet smile at me. His gaze was directed at the large black crackle bag on my left hand. "What did you bring?!" 

"Clothes for you. It was raining this morning, now it is still cloudy. I can't go out to town. Fortunately, there are mothers here who sell clothes. Yeah, regular clothes, keep negligee-dasters. Enough for you to change while we're here!"

"Thank you, yes, Mas!"

Pt ...

I'm pecking on the spot. What the hell just happened? He kissed first. Did ya? It's not a dream, is it?

Oh, my God, I'm so happy!

"Darling, are you teasing me?" I asked while chasing him into the room.

"What the hell, Mas." Her eagle while pretending to be busy unpacking the new clothes I had bought.

"You kissed me, baby,"

"So you can't?" He asked as he walked into the closet. Put in the new clothes that he had taken off his price.

"Yes-yes that's not it, Jes. How do you say that?"

"Certainly, may?" The question again made my face flushed red from withstanding the heat. My heart leaflet don't ask anymore. It's completely out of control.

"I'm hungry already. Cook there!" Tell me to switch the conversation. I can only be flirted with young leaves like Jessi, huu! Wanna put it where my face is if my friends find out about this. I immediately came out of the room, headed for the sofa in the living room and laid down my tired body.

"What do you eat, Mom? Chicken sambal penyet aja, yes. I want that to be the case," he said as he exited the room and headed straight for the kitchen.

I didn't answer. Just muttering was unclear, as drowsiness began to strike.  

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