Ex Wife Becomes Stepmom
12. The Wedding

POV Jessi

I woke up when the sunlight started to enter the cracks of the window. Raise hands, and rotate the waist to stretch stiff muscles. It's been an even week I've been in this farmhouse with Mas Damar. Jeez, it was amused in my own hearing when I mentioned my ex-in-law with the call Mas.

But for the sake of politeness, I should have called him that. Although Mas Damar originally wanted to be called a name. But it's not polite. At least I should call him with frills like Mas, Brother, or the others.

Drttt ...

My phone vibrated, I gave a glimpse of the incoming message. There were some messages from Mbok Yem, Zoraya, as well as some messages from Mas Danu and Anaya. Waitie? What's?!

Anaya sent me a message. The tumben? Even though when he was still an affair as Mas Danu alone he never harassed me by sending a message. Then why is he sending me a message now?

Because I don't want to keep guessing. I opened a message from Anaya first.

*Bags.

Sorry, I'm bothering you again. But, Nay there's something serious to ask?

Did Miss Jessi go on vacation with Mas Danu? Mas Danu said, he wanted to invite Mbak to refer again.

Ma'am, sorry Jessi doesn't know herself. But Naya please, leave Mas Danu to Naya. Naya only has Mas Danu, Ma'am. Please, please,

Please persuade Mas Danu to return to the apartment. Naya is alone, but Naya is still sick.

Cuneiform! That is what I have in mind about Anaya and Mas Danu. Those who cheated, those who were too hot when I left.

I never wanted to berate Anaya. I was self-conscious because Mas Danu had never loved me from the beginning. I also never disturbed Anaya's life even though she often shared her affection with Mas Danu on social media Instagr*m.

As long as that woman doesn't bother me, then I won't bother her either. Even if he had fun with my husband. I let!

Like a fool who knows nothing. Every time I cross paths at Mas Damar's office I smile at him. Every time Mas Danu came home I still served his needs very well.

Then, why now it is as if I took Mas Danu from Anaya. Damnit damnit! Looks like I have to make Zoraya's plan a reality. Immediately marry Mas Damar, so that the two men know. If all I need is someone who is really twisted. Having power, as well as wealth that is absolutely his without having to fear not getting inheritance rights.

Waalaikumallam.

I don't know where Danu is. Now I am in Borneo, preparing for my marriage to my future husband.

Don't tell Danu where I am if you don't want to see her overtake me. I'm just telling you, Nay. If I'm getting married soon.

Sorry, I can't send you an invitation.

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I replied to Anaya's message with some emotion. Don't forget I sent a picture of Mas Damar's body without a face that still sleeps on the living room sofa to Anaya. Let the woman realize, if I divorce Mas Danu not to attract her sympathy and hope to be pursued.

If Anaya was observant, she would definitely be able to distinguish the bodies of Mas Danu and Mas Damar. Because Mas Damar's body is more contained than his son. Also the boxes on his stomach were six, while Danu's mas was only four.

Don't misunderstand me. I know that because Mas Danu often takes off his clothes when at home.

Switch to a message from Zoraya. He said get the wedding invitation on my behalf and Om Damar. The woman even sent out a voice note, stirring up excitement for thinking I really intended revenge on Anaya and Mas Danu.

Mbok Yem, the middle-aged woman sent me a photo of a diamond ring. Ask which model I like. Then turning to Mas Danu's message, the man asked me where I was. The same series of messages he sent numbered in the tens.

The last message she shared was that her father-Mas Damar-will marry again. He said if he was just told, and not allowed to come. He said his father would introduce his wife when he arrived in Jakarta. He also asked if I was also told about the marriage. Maybe because Mas Danu knew my closeness to his father, so he asked.

"If you knew that I would marry your father. Can you still be this relaxed, Mas?" He wondered at the empty space.

I just ignored the message. Not to reply, because they feel unimportant. It's better now that I prepare the items that we'll bring to Uncle Kaduk's house.

I don't know what, Mas Damar changed his plan. Previously he said he would visit first to the house of his late father's sister. But now it instead says it will slide into town soon.

About work, of course it's done. It took three full days to get around this vast estate. I still can't believe that an estate this big is on my behalf. Ckckck, my papa is really evil. The plantation was this large, but he had not financed the mother's previous treatment at all. Cih, luckily the actor did not have children. So, the inheritance fell heavily on my behalf.

The car that drove us arrived in front of a simple house that was not too big. In front of the house was a large tent. Also some decor is neatly arranged in some corners. One of them is at the door.

The page looks empty. Just a few chairs that look a little messy. Wooden tables that also slightly block the road.

"We're not at home, are we?" I asked Mas Damar.

"No. This is indeed the house of the reservoir, your uncle. I've been here a few times before." Mas Damar replied with eyes full of confidence.

But, in my little heart there is still doubt. Why is there such a big tent as there is a party? We came at the wrong time.

"Come, comein!" Take Mas Damar to demand my way. His left hand also pulled the suitcase containing my clothes and put it on.

"There's been a party, huh, Mom?" I ask you again still curious.

"No. The party's two days away!"

I round my eyes. Why is Uncle Kaduk throwing a party? Is Mila getting married? Or perhaps, Bang Rian - - my uncle's eldest son will marry a second time.

"Who's married, Mila?"

Mas Damar just smiled. Noiseless. But from his smile it seemed right my cousin was getting married. Though in hindsight, he must have just finished High School.

Yeah, the only papa family I know is Uncle Kaduk. Because before his mother died, he had several times to come to see us with his wife, as well as his two children.

That's why I know Mila, and Bang Rian. Bang Rian got married two years earlier than me. While Mila, when I got married she was still Junior High. It's small, and adorable. Her body was as I remembered it a little puffed up, her cheeks chubby with big round eyes that dropped from her mother.

I became curious. Which guy is lucky to get my sweet cousin's sister.

"Assalamualaik." I woke up from my daydream when I heard Mas Damar say hello. Curious, I slightly leaned my head inside. Look out of a door that is basically wide open.

Looking at the house, I was amazed. From the front, this house looks simple with one floor as well as a spacious yard. But the appearance inside it far exceeded my expectations.

Magnificent ornaments like luxury homes in Jakarta. Even the walls are golden, with sapphire decoration. "This is called fraud. Simple on the outside, luxurious on the inside! Suitable for malingering," chirped unconsciously.

Mas Damar turned his eyes to me. Our eyes stared, the corners of his lips twitching like they were holding back a laugh.

"What?" ask me with a fierce tone.

"No. Call me back there, say hello!" tell me Damar told me. I just rolled my eyes. Taking a deep breath, then shouting loudly, "Assalamualaikum, Auntie! Mila! Jessi in here!"

Just a few seconds after I screamed. From one of the rooms, a head appeared sparkling, "Mbak Jessi! Arghj ... Jessi's mom is here!" Peeking Mila while running towards me. He hugged my body tightly, jumping up and down in excitement.

"Well, have you guys arrived?" My eyes rolled looking at the middle-aged figure that I missed. After mother's departure, Aunt Tati was like my own mother. Although he never met again, he still often contacted me through Vidio's call.

Auntie Tati treated me like her own son. That's what made me soften my heart a little at my papa's extended family, not to hate.

"Auntie, Jessi kangen! Long time no see," I complained while hugging him tightly.

"Ish, you're this. Auntie's seen you often. Not like your brother, since marriage. Never mind taking mom to Bali, Vidio Call is hard!" he said while returning my arms.

"Ouh, yes, this is Aunt Ida. She's Uncle Afit's wife. You know Uncle Afit, right?" Ask Auntie Tati to me. I shook my head, but even so. I continued to endure it with reverence, then hugged it warmly.

"Greetings, Bi. Sorry, Jessi just found out." I feel a little guilty.

"Nothing. After all, this is also your uncle's fault. Afraid, if invited to meet you. Afraid of rejection, she said," Aunt Ida's snort returned my embrace.

Yes, papa's family is not much. It's just, they get along well and get along. Fellow-in-law no one envies each other. They also help each other and help. I became envious, if only papa had not cheated on me at that time. I must have been among them for a long time!