Ex Wife Becomes Stepmom
5. The Forbidden Love

POV 3: Author

The next day, Jessi woke up earlier than usual. Get ready, and go back to make sure the luggage is complete without anyone left behind. The suitcase he will bring to go to Kalimantan is neatly arranged on the sofa of his room.

"Not yet, is it?" Monologist Jessi asked herself.

Once again Jessi dictated her luggage. Clothes, jackets, daleman, toiletries, skincare, and towels. After making sure it was complete, Jessi closed her suitcase.

The sound of car horns is heard from below. Jessi came out, peeking out from the balcony of the room to see if Mang Kardi and Om Damar had arrived.

In front of the gate of his house. There's a black car parked, it's Om Damar's car. In a hurry Jessi closed the balcony door, pulled the suitcase, and did not forget to put her handbag in her left hand. 

After making sure all the doors are locked. Jessi handed her suitcase to Mang Kardi, "Please, Mang. Jessi to RT's house first!" he said while walking a little quickly to the house of Bu RT who crossed his house.

In the car, Danu who saw Jessi go towards the fence of the front house just took a quick glance. Opening the windshield, she asked Mang Kardi, "What's wrong, Mang?"

"Ehhc ... Not the Big Master. That's the non Jessi to the house of the RT Bu first he said. Want to say he's not at home kali, yes, this complex will be famous for its security and harmony of its citizens." Obviously Mang Kardi, Damar who heard the chauffeur's speech just nodded.

"Hi, Om. Jessi's sitting here, what's up ahead?" Jessi asked suddenly, with her head poking half at the car door.

"Fun you, Jes. Don't hesitate" Damar replied.

Jessi nodded. Then again close the door, and open the side door of the steering wheel. "Road, Mang!" jessi said with a big smile towards Mang Kardi who was a little surprised because Jessi chose to sit on the seat beside the steering wheel.

Throughout the journey no one spoke. Even after arriving at the airport, landing, even after they arrived in Kalimantan, Om Damar still did not open his voice.

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Jessi POV_

We have arrived in Borneo. Even out of the airport, it just seems like there is something strange about OM Damar.

Since the trip to the airport until now. He doesn't talk at all. My question was even answered by nods and rings.

Actually, Om Damar, why the hell? Sudden mute? A sariawan? Or why? Haisz ... Just make a dizzy.

"We're picked up, Om?" My toot. Om Damar just nodded, confirming the question I had just said.

"From here the place is far away?" I ask once again. Okay, this is the last question. If it wasn't answered correctly, then I would have completely shut my mouth as well.

"Wait for the car! After that, you can sleep in the car. It took nine hours from here to arrive at the plantation area!" Replied! Finally, after hours I did not hear Om Damar's voice now answered as well.

"All right,"

It was not long before a car arrived in front of us. My eyes were shocked. No, it's not a car like this I imagined. What I imagined was a car like the one I used to travel all this time. Why the Strada Triton Single Cabin? Whyyy?!

"We ride this, Om?" I asked Om Damar.

"Yes" he answered briefly. "Jes, let's go up!" I jerked. I saw that Om Damar was already sitting in the seat beside the wheel. Does that mean I'm gonna sit in the back? On this iron without cover? Jesus, comeon!

"Yes, Om." Upset, I pulled my stride. Trying to get on top of this open tub car even though it looks impossible I can ride without help. Even if I don't want to, I still have to go up, right? Yesterday I had to become a refugee victim of a sudden disaster at the airport.

"Jes, why are you there?" Ask Om Damar while peeking at my activities from behind the car door.

"Well, Om. Um don't see?" I answered while still trying to get on top of the car.

"here! Who told you to ride in the back. Sit in front!"

I opened my eyes spontaneously. Hearing Om Damar's words somehow I creeped out suddenly.

"In the de-front, Om?" Ask gagu. Om Damar nodded, I don't know why my throat feels dry. Even to swallow my own saliva was difficult.

"Je-jessi in the back, Om. Thank you for the offer," I re-attempted to get on top of the car.

But instead of letting me ride. Om Damar instead went down, dragged me to the front door of the steering wheel. Om Damar went in first, then recited the space for me to sit next to him. "Come in, don't be stubborn!" said Om Damar flat.

I don't want to have to go in. Moreover, hearing the tone of the flat voice from Om Damar, is frightening. For four more years I met Om Damar as his son-in-law. This time I heard him speak this cold.

"I-yes," I finally did. I sat beside Om Damar with my heart beating like it ran out tens of kilometers.

The atmosphere in the car was awkward for me. But unlike Om Damar who seems cool talking to his driver. While I can only stare at the streets with a raging feeling. Occasionally even Om Damar accidentally touched my thigh when he wanted to fix his seat. Jesus, "What kind of situation is this?!" I screamed frustration in my heart.

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Damar POV

Beautiful face, body teasing, a thin smile sweet, and lips that continue to call to kiss. Yes, there he is, my son-in-law Jessi Sasmita Andara.

It's been three years since she married my sewatawayang son, Danu. But every day his work is only in this house. Chat with Yem, the housekeeper at my house or with Mang Kardi, my personal security guard and driver.

I don't know if this feeling started when. To be sure, I've fallen in love with my son's own wife. Bastard indeed, what kind of father loves his own son's wife. But that's the truth, I love Jessi, my own daughter-in-law.

Maybe I can get closer to Jessi. Because I see, Danu often goes out of town for work. Let's say I'm an uncivilized human being, or whatever you think of me. I don't give a shit! I want to get close to Jessi, and ensnare her in my charms. Despite being 46 years old, I still have the strength to make that woman unable to walk overnight.

Oh, my God, what am I thinking. It's dirty, but I like hohoho.

However, a year passed. Jessi wasn't consumed by my charm at all. Even if we were unintentionally in an ambiguous position like him who accidentally fell and I caught him. I was accidentally stupefied because I was on purpose, or even when I almost kissed her lips. He even laughed out loud because he thought my face was funny.

Yes, Jessi is an active and cheerful woman. It was nice to see Jessi laughing like this. Never mind, forget it. If Jessi is really happy with Danu, why would I ruin her. Is not the supreme throne in love the abdication and renunciation?

Today, as usual I oversaw Danu's performance as the new CEO of my workspace. The company I built is engaged in real estate, and hospitality. And about my work is pretty firm. Even though Danu is my successor, I still made him try from the beginning.

Become an ordinary employee, then crawl up with his own achievements. Up until seven months ago I appointed him CEO. While I am of course still the highest holder of power, the President. At least until my son succeeds in making me a new successor for the next generation.

Though it hurts to see the woman I love pregnant another man's child. But I remained happy, as long as he was in my sight that was enough.

Brak ...

I was surprised to see Yem who suddenly came into my room in a hurry. Even women who are famous for this perfect Krama system against employers. Forgetting her courtesy that she held high. Even higher than his own pride!

"Sir!" panicked.

"What's up, Yem?"

"I'm going to Neng Jessi's house, sir. Neng Jessi called while crying. He said Den Danu went abroad the same, uhh ... That, same what? Ehh-"

"Whose same?!" I was impatient with Yem's words being held back.

"Just the same, sir."

Gpj ...

For the first time, it felt like my heart stopped functioning. Danu, my son is cheating! Oh, my God, I don't think I believe this. Since when did the boy cheat, why don't I know at all? Besides, what Jessi has known for a long time. Why doesn't that woman talk to me!

"We're going to the kids' house now! Have Mang Kardi get the car ready!" Decide me.

Yem immediately nodded his head in understanding. After Yem left, I called my son's number who didn't know it was lucky. But no matter how many times I called, the number was inactive. Damnit damnit!

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