Ex Wife Becomes Stepmom
3. New Appearance

Jessi POV_

Upon arrival in the kitchen, I immediately arrange the vegetables that had been purchased into a refrigerator specifically vegetables and processed food.

Feeling hungry, I switched to open a refrigerator that is provided specifically to store a variety of ready-to-eat foods. The fridge was full of ice cream, soda, some dessert boxes, cakes and other snacks.

I picked up the dessert I bought yesterday afternoon on my way home. It didn't change much even though I was divorced. Still the same as when I was with Mas Danu, maybe because he who rarely ever came home. That's why I feel like nothing has changed in this house.

After spending the dessert. I left the kitchen area, climbed the stairs to my room.

Before entering the room. I glanced at the room with a dark gray door right in front of my door. From now on, that door will be shut. Maybe it will open again after I have a baby with the man I love later. I don't know, I hope it's not just a dream.

Glancing at the clock on the nightstand. It was nine in the morning. As usual, I have no activities. And after four years of this, only now do I feel bored. My life is too monotonous.

At home, to the house of in-laws, back home. Just like that without anything changing. Maybe from now on I should start looking for activities. Like work, or just a walk to relax my body so as not to be too rigid LP.

As for money, I never worry. Before my parents died. They left a very wide legacy of palm oil plantations owned by papa in Kalimantan. It's just that all this time that's been regulating, and keeping an eye on performance and income from there is my father-in-law.

Maybe from now on I can ask dad that, ahh ... Or should I call Om Damar from now on. Because I feel bad still calling him father, while I no longer have any relationship with his son.

Forget about the calls. Now I'm gonna try to take care of the plantation. If it can't, I'll sell it and move it to the sector I'm in. Such as culinary business, and property. I'm sure it's promising enough for the future well-being of my life.

As a first step, I'll call Om Damar. Without waiting for long, I immediately picked up my phone which I accidentally left on the ornamental table. Opening his salary with enthusiasm because of the thought of having other activities besides cleaning the house that was too wide for me to live on my own.  

15 Unanswered calls from dad

I was quite surprised to see the many missed calls from my former in-laws. Curiosity rippled into my mind. There was such a thing that Om Damar contacted me that much.

"Hello," the heavy, pitched voice entered my eardrum. Oh, my God, what's wrong with me? Why did I think of Om Damar's face after hearing his voice from my phone.

"Ha-hello Om," I stammered. I'm nervous! Note, I'm nervous!

"Omm? Jesus, Jes. You don't have to change your call. Yeah, although it's not really bad to be called back, Om. When was the last time you called me that call? Four years ago? When you were 20?" It's a streak of asking that makes me more misbehaved, and nervous. Though my purpose was to ask only the inheritance from my father why I became like a wrongdoer now! Come on, heart, work.

"Hehehe ... It seems like it, Om. Ehh ... That, anu, what? Duh, Jessi forgot what to say? Waita minute!" I took a deep breath. Slowly exhaling it repeatedly. Then put my phone back in my ear, "Jessi wants to talk about the garden in Kalimantan, Om. How's it?" I ended up breathing a sigh of relief for successfully conveying my purpose.

"Fog? Ouh yes, Om also wanted to discuss it with you. Calls are not active. You go to Om's house, yeah. Later Om explained the outline, as well as the land letters, and their permissions." Tukas Om Damar from across the street.

"When, Om?"

"Yes, if you can now. If not, when can you, Jes. Don't rush. If you are still not ready to meet Danu come not too late."

"O-oh Yes, Om. Jessi's over there now! Get ready first, assalammualaikum." I quickly hung up the phone before getting a greeting from Om Damar across there.

Not polite at all. But how else. My heart was beating so fast, I was already short of breath holding it.

After the call is interrupted. I put my phone on the ornamental table, staring at my smooth face with no acne and no black spots at all with the lambat.

My happiness is blowing, "Yes, yes, yes. My job is coming!" I screamed cheerfully while jumping around in joy like a child who had just bought a toy.

Without waiting any more. I'll be in the bathroom soon. Clean up, then prepare to go to my ex-in-law's house.

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I looked at my appearance in the mirror once again. It turns out that at my age I was 24 years old and already this widow. I still fit in a shirt that formed my curves, lined with matching long-sleeved cardigans. Not to forget the short skirt above the knee that I wear is also the same color as the top shirt that I use.

"It's still, PERFECT!" My cry is cheerful not a bitch.

I flipped my body repeatedly. Until the sound of my phone ringing disperse my pleasure that is facing this second puberty.

"Assalamualaikum" I said kindly to the caller who was none other than my own friend, Zoraya.

"Vaalaikumsallam, Japan. Hee ... Lo kok divorced not saying it anyway! Crazy Lo, the time to give is just like the actor!" Hardik Zora is loud, chasing me without pause.

Zoraya has been my best friend for a long time. From our elementary school, we've been friends. You could say Zoraya was my first friend, and the only friend I had in my entire life.

Good thing Zora I know inside out. Even about the girl's association that is too free to change partners because I don't want to be tied to marriage I know.

About intimate relationships. Zoraya is even more knowledgeable, and experienced than I am married. It was sad indeed, being married for four years, but never touched at all.

Though I think I'm not ugly, my body is also sexy perfect, yes, in addition to the part of my chest that is not too prominent and fairly small in the eyes of Zoraya.

Every lunch hour. I'm used to listening to Zoraya's story in the far-flung Neighborhood about how much fun that woman's intimate fantasies were last night.

I'm used to it, and I'm immune. Although I had to suppress the intense desire that started to flare up every time I heard Zoraya's story. I'm a normal woman, I've even been married. It's only natural that if I want something like that I can feel it too.

I was just too scared to start. I'm not as brave as Zora who would openly invite a man she likes to spend a long night together. I'm coward! But I'm curious.

"Woi, answer! Shut up bae, Lo!" Zoraya's jolt shouted loudly from inside the phone. Oh my God, my friend is a little rude. It's very different from me being a coward.

"Remain again I'm defensein, Zo. I want to see when I'm a virgin. Gini-gini I still want to understand how the touch of a guy knows. Anyway, my father-in-law has also given permission. What else am I waiting for?" Believed, justifying the decision I took a while ago to divorce from Mas Danu.

"Ck, yeah, yeah. So, you're officially divorced, aren't you?" Zora asked as if she was not sure.

"Yes, Zoraaa. Already! I am a widow now! Satisfied you!"

"Banget hahaha," he sneered without a burden. "Jes, Lo should know. This is a good opportunity, Lo. Anyway Lo should have the same revenge, Danu. Just crazy he's having fun with his cheating, Lo even ngenes because singles!" I chuckled a little at Zora's words. The way we thought was different. For Zora self-esteem is a dead price! Once hurt, the one who hurts must feel the same pain even more than the pain he feels.

Unlike me who will always mengikhlaskan all the evil deeds of those people while not related to someone's life. I love calmness, and I think revenge is a quick way to make a fuss.

But, it doesn't seem to hurt if I tease her a little this morning, "What do you think I should take revenge for?" I asked, provoking Zoraya's emotions to be even more excited.

"Find a guy who's better-looking, smitten, and really bad-tempered as Lo!" Respiratory.

"Yes, I can look for it as time goes on" I replied lazily. Zoraya seemed to be overzealous, what she said was not vengeance. But it is an obligation for me, so that my heart can feel happy after a long delay.

"Lo should approach Om Damar. When to marry her. Danu's father is a hot widower, handsome, tajir staggered, even Danu nothing if it is coupled with his father."

Jmd ...

I took back my words that said Zora was excited. He was many times more excited! And that must be crazy. 

"No need to be weird, Zo. I'm sincerely taking off, Mas Danu for Anaya. Without them I too could be happy. You want to see how I look today, don't pick me up, yeah!" Tell me to Zoraya, switch the conversation.

"Oh My God, Jessi!" Pekik Zoraya. "Where do you want to wear such clothes. You look crazy young! Argh.." - ...." He continued shouting hysterically after the Video Call call was connected.

"You go to Om Damar's house. Scrutinize papa's land letters. So, e-ehh, GOSH! Zo, I'm late! I'll call you back. Now I have to go. Assalamualaikum!"

Because I was panicking too much. I immediately pulled the car keys, as well as my bag without looking back at the contents. I rushed downstairs, to the trunk to get my car out which I rarely used all this time.

I may have forgotten the promise to meet Om Damar because I was too enthusiastic about my own appearance. Oh my God, the second puberty was scary!

...Yuhuuu .. believe me this is not over, friends! Leave your tracks, then cuss next part next 😏...