Ex Wife Becomes Stepmom
15. Back to the house

POV Jessi

Before the sun rises. I've opened my eyes. I saw Mas Damar who was still sleeping soundly on the right side.

I did wake up earlier considering Mas Damar was going to the office this morning. Getting out of bed, I headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

I don't want to when Mas Damar wakes up that he sees me still wearing sleepwear, and I'm cute. Oh No, that's something I really should avoid.

After cleaning up. And make sure I look perfect. I'm going downstairs.

"Mbok, what else?" I asked Mbok Yem. The middle-aged woman was seen sitting under the sink. Pick up something I don't know.

"Eh chicken, chicken, chicken!" The words, "Neng Jessi ngagetin. How did you wake up, Neng? Not very good, huh?"

I'm shaking. Walk your feet towards the refrigerator. Then start choosing what ingredients I will prepare for my beloved husband's breakfast this morning.

Even though it's not love yet, there's nothing wrong with me dictating to my heart if I'm going to love Mas Damar as sincerely as heart.

"Mas Damar is coming to the office this morning, Mbok. Mas Danu's at Mbok's house?" Askaqua.

I remembered a series of messages from Anaya saying that I was a bad woman. Divorced, but why want to marry Mas Danu again. The woman thought that the one I was going to marry was Mas Danu.

Now I doubt. Does Anaya really love Mas Danu? I who only met once in a while at home can tell if it is not Mas Danu's body. I mean, I know exactly the body of my ex-husband. Because he often takes off his clothes when at home.

"She, Neng. Neng, sorry Mbok interfered. But, what should not Neng call Den Danu, by name only. It's strange if Neng still calls den Danu with a mas call," said Mbok Yem gave advice.

I was silent for a moment. Mbok Yem is right, but I doubt it too. I'm honestly scared. Fear of not being accepted as his stepmother by the man.

What if Mas Danu later cursed me. Then, ask me to divorce Mas Damar whose incident is his father. Why didn't I think about getting there yesterday?

"I'll try, mbok!" I answered with a smile.

After that conversation. The kitchen area became rowdy with the conversation between me and mbok Yem. Even the neighboring chickens are our ingredients.

I looked up at the stairs. It's seven o'clock but Mas Damar hasn't been seen coming down. Though previously the office clothes equipment I have prepared.

"Mbok, I'll go upstairs first. Don't-don't Mas Damar misfortune," said I while leaving Mbok Yem who again arrange breakfast at the dining table.

Damn, before the stairs. Mas Danu's room door opened. The man was surprised to see my presence. So am I!

"Jessi," he muttered softly.

"Breakfast is on the table, Dan. Later we follow," I said before stepping up to the top floor.

I was nervous, I was scared, my body was shaking in shock. Holy hooch! Just be right. I didn't make a mistake, so why should I be this scared.

Ccq ...

I opened the door to the room. Take a deep breath, then step inside. I saw Mas Damar buttoning his shirt's arm. Her hair was still messy, her tie was not yet in place either.

"Mas, are you late waking up?" I asked as I approached and swiftly took over what he was doing.

"From half six. Wait for you to go up, but not come. Ck, if I knew you had taken a shower first where might I wait!" He sat his body on the bed.

I chuckle. My hands are busy tidying up his shirt. Then, take a tie and pair it.

"Eat him, he used to. Let's not get me wrong" I replied.

"Where do you want it. Your man is not in the room. Where the hell are you from, Jes?" Ask in a annoyed tone.

I pegged for a moment. Since when is Damar like this? Or from the beginning it was like this?

"Breakfast is the same for you. Later I'll call a handyman, same buy furniture. You forgot?"  Mas Damar snorted. He hugged my waist tightly, while handing the comb to me.

Oh my God, did I actually have a husband or a son? Why so spoiled.

"So don't want to work," he whined slowly. His face rubbed my stomach until it felt amused.

"No, my snacks are a lot, Mas. Not to mention next week Mila followed to Jakarta. You have to fill two kitchens, where's the money?" My boyfriend is like a real wife who rejects her husband's unemployment.

Mas Damar chuckled small. "True, not to mention if you're pregnant. Cost of cravings, lahiran, milk, baby equipment. A lot, yes," he laughed to himself with his wishful words. Well, to be honest I think the same with Mas Damar. What if I'm pregnant?

"Mas, I just passed by Danu below" Mas Damar looked up. Looked at my face with a light. Then release his embrace.

"Continue?"

"I'm afraid she can't accept me as her stepmother, Mas. What if he gets angry, then we get divorced. You're not going to divorce me, are you, Mas?" I'm anxious.

"You're actually scared of Danu, are you afraid I'm divorced anyway? Your delusion is very deep," said Mas Damar casually. I saw he was done wearing his work boots.

"Mas, I'm serious" my great-grandson in a soft voice.

"Kalo Danu who does not accept. It is only he who leaves. After all, he didn't want to live in this house before, did he? So baby, stop thinking. How do I get a fast baby, if the mother thinks hard to stress like this!" I breathed a sigh of relief hearing Mas Damar's words. The man hugged my body tightly, rubbing my head gently.

"Don't think much, yeah. I will never disappoint you!" My smile rose upon hearing the meaningful promise of Mas Damar. Mas Damar was right, I had to throw that thought away.

If Danu doesn't accept us here. Don't I still have a house. I can ask Mas Damar to come home without having to make Danu feel driven from home.

"Come, I have to go to the office. She said she didn't want her husband to be unemployed" a slow pinch on her waist I gave her. Mas Damar is indeed an expert to irritate people.

Malas meladani Mas Damar. I immediately opened the door, exiting first accompanied by Mas Damar who chuckled a little behind.

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"So, is this why Jessi's dad asked for a divorce from me?" Ask Danu in a high tone.

The dining room should add energy. Even changing into a place to add emotion.

"So that ring in dad's status wa that's your wedding ring? The photo of the woman who turned away in a replacement outfit turned out to be a photo of Jessi?" Danu asked in succession, "It's just fine that I'm not allowed to come. I'm afraid Jessi canceled your marriage and turned to me again, aren't you?"

"Enough Danu!" Murka Mas Damar Shouting loudly. It makes me afraid that they might actually get into a fight over this issue.

"Father enough! I didn't think it out. I could be having an affair with my own son-in-law! What kind of a depraved father like this. When the son is not around, the son-in-law I use!"

Plaque ...

I slapped Danu's cheek hard. My eyes are heating up hearing Danu's words.

His words just now were the same as saying that I had an affair with Mas Damar even before we got divorced.

"I'm not that cool, and it's that low, Danu! I have a self-esteem that I hold high. Just because Anaya wants to be an affair, doesn't mean I'm the same!" I'm angry.

"Don't involve Anaya, Jessi. You yourself are cheap! Don't tell another woman."

Brak ...

"And you!" Damar slapped the table hard. The veils of annoyance are clearly visible in his temple. I can't bear it, at his age who should live in peace. Mas Damar should be this kind of emotion just because of me.

"You're right, Danu. I'm cheap! I even slept with your father before we got married. Want to know when we did it? Right the first time you called me after the divorce. When you ask whose clothes I want to borrow, it's your father's clothes. I'm cheap, I'm despicable, I'm a sinner. But I'm not a cheat like you!"

I wiped away the rough tears that had been spilled. Can't bear to hear Danu's words. I'm despicable, but Mas Damar isn't.

I teased him. If only I hadn't worn that big shirt, if I hadn't washed my panties, if I had turned down Mas Damar that night. None of this is going to happen! Suppose ... If only.

I left the dining table. Run up the stairs and into the bedroom. Immediately I took the suitcase, I put some of Damar's clothes in the suitcase. No, it's not my clothes I cleaned but my husband's.

I don't want the father and son to get into more trouble. Every day with an atmosphere like this will not make comfort. So, I've decided to bring Mas Damar home today.

I pulled down the big suitcase in my hand. Mas Damar looked surprised, as well as Danu. Though at first glance I could see the man's astonished look on his face.

"Honey, where are you going? Jes, let's finish well, don't be like this" please Damar to me. Sorry, but my heart hurts. I just want the best for all of us.

"Sorry, Mas. I can't. Come home to my house tonight. I've brought some of your clothes. Don't forget to eat lunch later, I love you, Mas."

Pt ... After saying that. I'll be out of the house soon. I heard the fight back inside. But I don't care anymore!

"Go, take me home!" My love for Mang Kardi with teary eyes.