Ex Wife Becomes Stepmom
14. Legitimate

POV Jessi

"How's the witness, legit?" Ask people who are in the middle room.

"Well," the people exclaimed. I tightly hugged Aunt Tati's body. My tears are falling, I don't know how different it feels to my first marriage.

There was hope, and a dream that I could see from the twinkle of Mas Damar's eyes this morning when he asked my permission for this umpteenth time of self-editing.

The feeling of being loved, and cherished that Mas Damar gave. Makes me feel like I've become a real woman. This is what I dreamed of a long time ago. Loved, though not in the umbar.

"Come on, Jes, aunt drop out!" aunt Ida extended her hand to me. I slowly held it, then stood up and hugged my youngest uncle's wife.

"Thank you, Auntie. Because of you, Jessi feels how having a family that supports Jessi's decision" I said sincerely. Aunt Ida patted my back slowly.

"Easy, come. Your husband is waiting outside!"

I was led to the middle room. Take a seat beside Mas Damar. A pair of wedding rings wrapped in diamonds Mas Damar took out.

Mas Damar put the ring on my ring finger. I also did the same thing, after which I kissed his hands of reverence. Mas Damar also replied by kissing my forehead.

"Welcome to my life, my wife!" Whisper Mas Damar before keeping his face away from mine.

I can only hold my nervous heart. I'm ashamed, happy too. I hope this is the beginning of my happiness.

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This afternoon we arrived at Mas Damar's house. The house I used to visit as a daughter-in-law, again as a guest, and now as a wife.

Take the suitcase out of the trunk. Mang Kardi always showered me with a strange look. I feel uncomfortable because it is always looked at by Mang Kadir.

"Why, Di. My wife is pretty, huh?" Tanya Mas Damar suddenly made Mang Kardi flinch. He smiled awkwardly, then nodded.

"Cuman didn't expect it, sir. You can marry the same, Neng Jessi. It's beautiful, good again! So envious," Mang Kardi replied in a cry.

"Not praise my wife, Di. He's mine, watch out for him again!" Threaten Mas Damar with sharp bulging eyes. Mang Kardi was just a whimper, nodding, "Again, sir. Not true," his candlestick was immediately returned by Mas Damar.

I just shook my head. Pick up a paper bag containing our wedding sopenir yesterday specifically for Mbok Yem. I stepped into the house first. Mas Damar and Mang Kardi still take care of our luggage.

I was a little surprised myself. Go with just one suitcase. Bring three suitcases. Not to mention the wedding gift boxes that we have not had time to open.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma'am!" Call me from behind the door. Waiting for Mbok Yem to come, and let him in. After all, even though I am the legal wife of Mas Damar now. I still have to put politeness first.

"Vaalaikumsallam, China. Eeh... Madam, have you arrived?" Mbok Yem asked a little clumsy. I know what she must be confused as to what to call me now. Neng as he often used, or mistress to honor my new status. I myself sometimes like to be clumsy with my new status, especially Mbok Yem.

"Call Neng aja, Mbok. As always, Jessi is still young!" I said with pride.

Mbok Yem chuckled at my words. "Mbok, this is a special gift Jessi brought for, Mbok. It must be accepted, you know," I said as I handed a paper bag containing towels, as well as cloth for clothes.

"Oh Allah, thank you, Neng. Repot bring mbok to Jakarta!" Mbok Yem's eyes are dewy. Ready to shed haru's tears. I couldn't bear to see this woman I thought was my own family crying.

Quickly, I pulled out my mainstay to make Mbok Yem fail to cry.

"That's a bribe, Mbok. Let Mbok want to teach me to make strong herbs," I whispered slowly making Mbok Yem almost toppled.

"What did Neng do?"

"Sih Neng mah could. Yes, nocturnal Mbok makein specially made, Neng! Just calm down." Mbok Yem replied excitedly. I chuckled amusedly, looking at Yem's already flushed face from hearing my strange request.

To be honest, it's just my wits. I might drink things like that. We just arrived from Borneo this afternoon. How could Mas Damar have the energy to do it tonight.

"Make what, Yem?" Ask Mas Damar suddenly. His hands slowly curled up in my stomach. Occasionally giving a brief peck over my head.

Heard Mas Damar ask. I just rounded my eyes. My hand was directed to give Mbok Yem a code so as not to tell Mas Damar at my request.

"don't, Mbok. No," I said without a sound because it was just the movement of the lips and hands.

"This, Sir. Neng Jessi asked to make stamina enhancer. He said to be strong to serve, Father."

Plaque ...

Finish my history!

My hands spontaneously patted my forehead slowly. Goodbye to shame. You left again this afternoon!

"really?" Mas Damar asked while winking mischievous eyes.

"Y-"

"I'm tired, Mas. Where's the room, break it?" My elak cut off Mbok Yem's words. I'm sorry Mbok. Not mean insolent, but if Mbok continue. My pest's veins will completely lose their place.

"I can't wait, right?" Tanya Mas Damar teased me again.

"Already, Mas. Tell me where the room is. Do I have to go back to my usual room?" I asked a little distance between us.

Mas Damar snorted. "No! We're on top. Yem, please take our suitcases upstairs!" Tell Mas Damar before leading me to his room. The room that starts today will also be mine.

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When I first came in. The first impression I saw was that this room was gloomy. There is only one large closet, one spacious bed, one nightstand, black order, black wall paint, room lights are also dim.

"Mas, tomorrow I think you should call the same handyman should buy furniture," I said without looking at Mas Damar. My steps lead to the balcony door. I open it immediately so fresh air can come in.

This is the balcony of the second floor room. The balcony I used to look at every time I came to this house.

"Tomorrow? But tomorrow I have to go to the office, baby!" Mas Damar sounded sorry.

"I'm just saying, Mom. No telling, your room is very gloomy. The guys are all black!" I said as I stepped into bed.

Today's trip was exhausting. My energy seemed to be completely squeezed out for these few days.

"Darling, I want to. Don't sleep yet" pinta mas Damar while landing kisses quietly all over my face.

"I'm tired, Mas. Later that night," let me down softly.

"But I want it now, baby." Heard the voice of Mas Damar who was getting worse. I can only nod.

After all, Aunt Tati also said. Sin rejects the husband's whim. Even though my body was tired and weary, I still gave the best servant to Mas Damar. I don't want my husband to be glancing at other women like in the movies for not getting satisfaction.