Ex Wife Becomes Stepmom
13. Mila

POV Jessi

Tonight, after a busy afternoon get acquainted with relatives of Papa's extended family. Also help aunt Tati handle the wedding organizer who will install the entire decor. I decided to go to bed faster. My body feels tired and tired. My whole joint feels like it's going to get out of place.

I slept with Mila two nights. Mas Damar slept in the living room with Afit's uncle Bang Rian, as well as other close relatives who decided to stay the night.

I was surprised when I found out that the tent in the yard. It turned out to be in preparation for my wedding reception with Mas Damar. As it turned out, Mas Damar was really well received in the papa family even though our age distance was far adrift.

For the mother's family. They no one came. My relationship with them was never good, especially after I got the inheritance from papa. They say I'm a traitor. For the sake of treasure, willing to betray my mother who has been hurt by papa repeatedly.

Though as a child. Of course I can't choose. As evil as papa is, he's still my real father. And as bad as mother is, she is still my beloved mother. There is no such thing as an ex-parent. So, I'm just trying to be neutral. If my mother's family doesn't like me, then I can only smile when I meet them.

Besides, I feel overwhelmed by this preparation. Even though we're at the point of town. It turns out that here the family is still tightly intertwined. The atmosphere is different from my marriage and Mas Danu at that time.

We got married at the hotel. All preparations were made by the hotel. We only stayed when it came, and reception only. As for now, I felt how tired it was to take care of the wedding preparations.

Moreover, the remaining time was only two days. Tomorrow will be held, followed by a reception until the afternoon. The next morning, we will return to Jakarta. Because mas Damar must immediately handle his company, then determine the schedule for us to go honeymoon.

I honestly don't really want to go honeymoon. It's just that, Mas Damar said he wanted to get back to feeling how to be a newlywed. Enjoy time with your partner as much as possible.

Puberty two is a bit dangerous. I felt it, not only was Mas Damar excited. Me too, it's just that in a different sense!

"Sir, are you going to sleep?" She approached me with a cell phone in her hand. I saw that he was studying in one of the trending apps.

"The plan, that. You studying, Mil?" I asked a little curious. Because as I thought yesterday. Mila has finished High School.

"Yes, thank God I got a scholarship to study at the University of Indonesia, Ma'am. Smart' me!" Proud of Mila while patting her chest arrogantly.

I chuckled, nodding my head justifying. In fact, he is smart. It's a lot different than my mediocre brain. After college, I even bought some subjects for not understanding.

"Where are you going to live in Jakarta?"

"Same Ma'am, dong!" His words are full of conviction. "I don't want to waste money, waste money. Also, don't want to buy an apartment, an apartment. In Jakarta, I'm only in a few years!"

I smile. True, besides that it would be safer if Mila stayed with me and Mas Damar. It's just, I doubt it.

At home there will also be Mas Danu. She is still young, Mila is also an innocent girl who is still innocent. I'm afraid he's getting caught up in the good looks of my ex-husband.

I'm grateful that what I'm afraid of doesn't happen. Or when Mila likes Danu mas, the feeling is also reciprocated. Lf it doesn't? Then I will feel very guilty with Uncle Kaduk and Auntie.

"Yes, this is Mila not asking permission, yes. Just tell me, Om Damar has been ngizinin too!"

Exhaling a long breath. I nodded resignedly. There is no safer place for Mila than to be with us. But, wait a minute! Looks like I know where to put this kid.

"Actually, Ma'am doesn't want you to stay with Ma'am, Mil. Just honestly!" I said slowly, the look on Mila's face changed instantly. There was sadness and disappointment in the sweet girl's eyes. "Yes, the time of the newlyweds is disturbed. Not good dong!" My welcome was accompanied by a small laugh.

Merely, Mila still lowered her gaze. Maybe my cousin will cry soon. "But there is a solution for you. What if you stay at his house, Mom. The RT 3 complex of elite housing. There is safe, Mbak's house is also spacious, later Mbak same mbok Yem will go there three or two days to see your situation. How's it?" I asked expectantly.

Mila raised her head. The sparkle in his eyes was back on. The girl nodded enthusiastically, "But it's free, right? Keep stock of food Mbak stuffed. Let the money later Mila tell father to love, Ma'am. Actually, Mila can't cook. Cannot clean the house. That's why I don't want to stay alone" he said in a soft voice. 

My lips twitched holding back laughter. My stomach was amused when I heard Mila's confession. Yes, at least I still excel in the kitchen and home affairs of Mila.

"You know, Ma'am will find you art to help cook, and clean the house. Repot also if you have to eat food every day to the house. Same thing, dong. Ma'am's time with Om Damar was reduced," I cheered with loud laughter from Mila.

After being satisfied with laughter. The girl laid down her body, pulled the blanket and looked at me.

"Why do you want to marry Damar? He's old, uncle Afit's age!" Chirps Mila asked me. I was silent, not knowing how to answer.

I myself am confused. Why did I accept this marriage? As for feelings, I honestly feel nothing but respect. Yes, it already exists from Om Damar still being my in-law.

Then, what's my reason for accepting Om Damar. Yeah, maybe it started with our unstoppable lust. That's the only reason for now, but hopefully in the future. I can grow my feelings for Mas Damar.

I always dreamed of having a happy life with my partner. Because I'm getting married to Mas Damar. It never hurts to open my heart to Mas Damar. Just like when I tried to open my heart to Mas Danu.

I'm sure as time goes by. That feeling of love will grow itself in my heart.

"Bak, even dumb. Answer loh! How can you marry Damar?" Mila's birthday shocked me from the daydream.

"Ecci ... Handsome, rich, hot, keeps her mouth there eight-pack-"

"What! Seriously, Ma'am?" Ask Mila with a high shrill voice. I'm sure, those who are still chatting outside heard my cousin's scream.

"Yes, that's it... Don't you need to scream. Shame, it's late!"

"I want to marry om-om too. Cariin Mila duda hot also dong Mbak. Om Damar is nothing. The important thing is hot, handsome, like those actors," he asked with sparkling eyes. I just took a deep breath.

Mila needs to be awakened immediately!