Ex Wife Becomes Stepmom
9. Happiness is simple

POV Jessi

More than four hours Om Damar stuttered me. The 48-year-old is still very powerful. If I hadn't begged for exhaustion maybe he wouldn't have stopped either.

If this is the case, obviously I pull again my words that say if Om Damar turns. He was clearly still a pure man who liked women!

The sunlight began to rise, from the sidelines of the window glass, the light slowly entered the room. My breath was still hunting, my chest was going up and down from exhaustion. I turned my gaze to the man who had introduced the heavenly world, as well as the greatest sin of my entire life.

Fornicate! That's what I do. Although Om Damar asked me to marry him before having this intimate relationship. We are just two people without status. Great sins have struck me, but it is hard for me to admit. I love this sin.

Lord, may you give me a place where this great sinner repents someday.

"Smuck, huh?!" Om Damar pulled up the hair that was blocking my face. His hands gently caressed these cheeks with a feeling of affection. I know that, those eyes imply happiness. Also a sign of satisfaction, pleasure, and pride at the same time.

"What does Om-e-eh mean, Ma-mas isn't tired?" ask awkward.

She shook her head. His left hand had moved to my slender waist that was not yet covered in fashion at all.

"Sleep, today we're putting off work. Tomorrow, we'll just go around the garden to see the border area with your uncle's garden."

I nodded slowly. Slowly my eyes closed, diving into the beautiful world of dreams. Fatigue makes me fall asleep faster.

"Good sleep, dear," whispered Om Damar as he kissed my eyes and forehead alternately.

Slowly my heart warms. My lips smiled faintly with their eyes closed before completely losing consciousness. Is this how it feels to be loved? Is this what it feels like to be in the arms of a husband? Yes, even though I and Om Damar are not married. But I had a definite answer to his question last night.

I'm getting married to Om Damar!

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Drttt ... Drttt ... Drttt ...

My phone ringtone rang loudly, accompanied by a strong vibration because it was on the nightstand. I had woken up, just lazy to open my eyes. My consciousness has not fully recovered. Moreover, my whole body feels crumpled, and sore. Is this a side effect of our romance last night?

Drttt ... Drttt ...

I took my phone on the nightstand lazily. Without even glancing at who was calling, I immediately raised him, "Assalamualaikum," I said with a heavy voice to the caller.

"waalaikumsolay. Jes, are you home? I've reported you as an outsider huh, same as a complex guard?"

I heard a familiar voice in my hearing. Spontaneously I widened my eyes. I keep my phone screen out of my ear, I look at it carefully. It's just that my vision is still blurry. I need to wash my face to see clearly.

"Wait a minute!" I answered while putting the phone back on the nightstand. I stood up, wanting to move my feet out of the room. Seeing my condition that was still plain naked, I let out a long sigh. "Mas, I borrowed your shirt again, huh?" I'm yelling. Ask Om Damar for permission to wear his clothes again. Because I don't have a change of clothes right now.

It's just some time waiting for an answer. Silent. There is no truth from outside.

"Mas?!" Strangle me one more time. But there is still no truth. Where's Om Damar? Is he not home? Foolishly, the important thing is that I have said my intention to borrow his clothes.

"Ckk, where the hell is Om Damar?! Where to go not to say anymore." While grumbling. I took back my phone on the nightstand. This time, I was able to see who contacted me even though I had not had time to wash my face.

Mas Danu

"Ha-hello,"

"Yes, hello, Jes. Where are you? Who else is it now? Who were you calling, how did I hear you borrow that guy's shirt? Where are your clothes?" Cecar Mas Danu asked me a series of questions.

My hand even trembled slightly hearing the barrage of questions. Don't know what to answer? There's no way I'm saying I'm with his father in Borneo.

Mas Danu may think of Om Damar later. Especially before the man blamed Om Damar for giving me permission to ask for divorce.

"A-I'm the same friend, Mas. Holiday again!" Reply origin.

"Vacation?! Where's where?"

"Is anyway. You don't need to know anymore. We are divorced, we have no business with each other. So, why call me?" My toot. Avoiding the discussion that continues to be asked by Mas Danu.

"Huf ... You're reporting me as an outsider in our compound?" asked Mas Danu, there was a heavy sigh from the man.

"Yes. We are divorced anyway, Mom. We have no relationship anymore. I'm afraid it will be a neighbor's talk if you are still free to go in and out of the complex and stop by the house," I explained seriously.

"Jes, I'd like to refer you.  I promise to release Anaya for you. We'll refer to ya,"

Uhuk ...

I choked on my own spit. My breath was choked to hear Mas Danu's words across the street. Half disbelief, and half wonder. What made the man say this kind of thing all of a sudden?

No, dad's not the same kid. Very clever to make people half-hanger.

"What are you talking about, Mas Danu. Come on, if it's nothing important I'm maturing the phone!" My misery.

"Jes, I'm serious. I'm sorry Jessi, I realize I was wrong to waste women as good as you. I'm sorry, we're referring, marry again. You want to, don't you?" I took a deep breath back. Then I slowly exhaled to control the emotions in my heart.

It was as easy as he was cheating, then it was as easy as that he asked for a referral. No, even from the beginning Mas Danu never considered me as his wife. So what do you want to refer? What is it that wants to be repaired?  We never even started from the beginning.

"Mas-"

"Assalamualaikum, Jeez. Are you awake, honey?" I gasped at the sound of Om Damar walking towards me. Quickly I turned off the phone call from Danu.

Not that I want to hide this. It's just not good if Om Damar finds out, Mas Danu called me back.

"Waalaikumsallam, Mas. From where?" I asked while smiling sweetly at him. My gaze was directed at the large black crackle bag in his hand. "What did you bring?!" Just keep me on again.

"Clothes for you. It was raining this morning, now it is still cloudy. I can't go out to town. Fortunately, there are mothers here who sell clothes. Yeah, regular clothes, keep negligee-dasters. Enough for you to change while we're here!" I nodded my head at Om Damar's explanation. Took the bag out of his hand, to bring it into the room.

"Thank you, yes, Mas!" sincerely said. I stared at Om Damar's stern face at a glance. Squeezing my palm slowly, with a racing heart. With a strong determination, I finally ventured to give her one short kiss on the left cheek.

Cup...

The shame! That's how I felt afterwards. Without waiting for Om Damar's response. I immediately ran, entered the room in a hurry. My face warmed up instantly, I'm sure now my cheek color is already pink.

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