Ex Wife Becomes Stepmom
7. The Bermuda Triangle

POV Jessi

Look at the bags of food that accumulate in front of the refrigerator. I exhaled a tired breath. But this work I must finish immediately, if I do not want anything rotten and end up wasted. I deftly took out the food that I had bought at the market. As usual, if I had been shopping in the market, it would have been illegal.

Intentions buy as necessary, ehh even the opposite. There were three large black crochet bags in front of me. I took out the contents. Vegetables, meat, kitchen spices, even fruits I buy complete to the grapes.

Holy hooch! That much I shop. I exhaled a long breath. Finally chose to take out two pieces of fish, vegetable spinach, along with white tofu. Not to forget I also took tomatoes, chili, and also onions. To speed up the break time, tonight I will only cook fried fish, sauteed spinach tofu white, also cooking sambal matah. Yes, at least the side dish is complete down to protein.

Before cooking, I had a quick glance at my appearance in the small mirror hanging in the kitchen. I don't know what it does, I don't know, which is obviously already there.

Haa ... Because of my carelessness. Finally tonight I'm wearing Om Damar's clothes. Oversized white t-shirt, no extra pants.

Hopefully tonight Om Damar won't see me. Because if Om Damar is caliph, I will certainly be caliph. Hey ... However I am still a woman who craves the touch of my husband for the past four years.

Because we heard too much about Bu Rini, and Mbak Andien told them about their bed activities openly when we were together on every Sunday. My brain became contaminated, imagining Mas Danu's wild movements over my body. Well, what you want to say is just wishful thinking. The proof is that I am a widow now! The virgin widow again.

I ignored my dirty thoughts. Trying to concentrate on my cooking, one by one the cooking was done. Just stay mengolek cayenne and finished.

"Jes, man,"

Spontaneously I turned to Om Damar. My hair that I had tidily tied back was messy because it was taken walking here and there. While trying to divert the hair child from my eyes, I replied, "Yes, Om. Wh why? The cooking is over again. The sambal!"

I know Om Damar is watching my movements. My back even felt hot from being noticed in such a way.

"Tomorrow we can go to town, Om?" I asked while mengolek chilli in cobek.

"It's hot, yes. Not necessarily raining, Jes. Why?" Ask Damar.

I scowl annoyed. That's aki-aki really don't understand or pretend not to understand. She didn't see what, tonight I borrowed her clothes! It was clear that I wanted to buy clothes, especially underwear. This is all I'm worried about because there's no change. Maybe later tonight I'll sleep without wearing it, well it doesn't seem bad. Wash it so it can be used again tomorrow.

Om Damar sleeps on the couch. I could lock the door, then sleep in peace.

"Find the clothes, Om. How the hell!"

"Hehehe ... Yes tomorrow prayer'in not raining." Reply Om Damar without sin accompanied by a small rarity.

You shitty om-om! Arghj ... I'm upset. It feels like my strength to mengolek this chili doubled because of my annoyance about the relaxed nature of Om Damar.

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After dinner. I brought dirty dishes to the bathroom. Because there is no sink, so every activity must be done in the bathroom.

Damn, I was cheated. I was surprised to see Om Damar standing at the dinner table biting off the apple he had peeled off. Spontaneously I hid my hands behind my back nervously. My heart has even been beating so many times firmer.

"What are you doing, Jes? Throw water?" Om Damar asked as he glanced behind me.

I just nodded. Smiling broadly at Om Damar while inching step by step while still hiding my washed underwear in the back.

"What are you hiding?" He said again as he approached me.

I shook my head quickly. "Ti-nothing, Om. Jessi sleeps first, bye-"

Greb ...

Om Damar pulled my body back. Thank goodness he caught me so quickly he didn't fall back. For fear that I would spontaneously hold on to the collar of the shirt he was wearing. After a few moments, I realized. Then straighten my body with a swift.

"Sorry, Om. Not intentionally," my great-grandson was not feeling well.

Instead of answering my apology. Om Damar even looked at my face more deeply. "Dal*m gelana?" Ask plainly, "So you don't make anything dong?" The connection was accompanied by a scary sneaky grin.

I just woke up from the shock. He immediately reached his hand, wanting to seize my bermuda triangle that had changed hands into the grasp of Om Damar.

"It's supposed to be sunbathing in there!" Point Om Damar on a rope in the corner of the bathroom. Connecting between bathroom kosen and back door kosen.

"I-I'm just sunning in my room, Om. Here'in" I asked with a paste. But instead of giving it away, Om Damar turned away from me. Describe ********** that's to the place he pointed out earlier.

I don't know what else to say. I'm ashamed! Really am. How could Om Damar be so relaxed. While I myself have been trembling because of holding back the shame.

Without waiting Om Damar turned around. I've been running in a storm. Scroll into my room, then lock it tightly from the inside. Om Damar, scary!

How can he be so relaxed when seeing a woman without a************ in front of him. Even he was drying the clothes without hesitation, nor embarrassment. I became suspicious, not-don't after the former mother-in-law died after giving birth to Mas Danu. Om Damar so turn, that's why he never married again.

Hiyaohhh ... Just thinking about it I shuddered in horror. O Allah, please be aware of my ex-in-law if he is truly lost.

It was the best prayer I ever gave. After praying for happiness for Mas Danu and Anaya. By the way about Mas Danu, has he come home from out of town?

I remember old memories. Usually even if he doesn't touch me or reply to me. Mas Danu will still bring me something when he comes home from out of town. Well, even though there's no "Jes, this is for you!", or, "Jes, this is a gift from me."

Never mind, I don't have to think about it. It could be crazy me for a long time for failing to move on from my ex-husband. I should have started thinking about the future by now. Learn to take care of this outside oil palm plantation, or sell it and build a new business.

Ck, come to think of yesterday I have not been able to determine what my future will be. All right, let's think about it tomorrow. Now it's time for me to sleep from forgetting all those dark memories. Jessi's spirit!

...Om Damar unsettling 🤧...

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