Ballad First Wife
LDR and Alan ala

The next day was the last holiday for me which only got a week off, three days before and three days after Lebaran. Alan held an open house at his house and due to the pandemic he only invited the staff in his office. Invitation at 8am. I was preparing as Mas Andre approached and asked.

"Where are you going?" ask Andre.

"You fulfilled Mr. Alan's invitation, Mas. Last night I had my permission." I answered while tidying up my hijab. Andre approached me and hugged me from behind.

"The camera hasn't come back yet, brother?" whispered while closing his body to my body. I shuddered as I felt something hard pressing me from behind. Apparently Andre is cold. I was still worried. I clutched the edge of my dresser. Mas Andre must have known that my monthly guest had finished because he had seen me pray at dawn. Mas Andre's hands began to explore my body. Touching the sensitive part of my body.

"You're dik!" back Andre whispered. If I obey my ego, I want to reject Mas Andre's invitation. But I know I can't do it.

Andre grew bolder as I kept quiet and did not reject his touch. We finally did it.

"Thank you dik. I miss you so much" said Mas Andre as he kissed my forehead. I got up and headed for the bathroom. Finished cleaning my body again preparing to attend Alan's invitation.

"Should it be that pretty, right?" ask Andre. There was a jealous voice in his voice.

I stopped dressing up. I turned my body to face Andre.

"Mas, if Mas Andre is not free, I will not leave" I said.

"Mas Ridlo's sister attended Alan's invitation just Mas please don't be too pretty dress up." replied Mas Andre.

"Mas, I don't dance at all. Look, I'm just wearing powder. It was also thin and lipgloss so as not to pale." I explained to Mas Andre.

"But your face looks very natural. And it's so pretty."

I snorted in annoyance. Not because I was angry with Andre, but I was confused by his attitude.

"Mas, if I'm that pretty, why would Mas turn away from me?"

Andre was silent.

I continued to clean my headscarf.

"Dik, don't wear purple." back Mas Andre said.

"Why, Mas?" I was wondering, "Did purple make me more beautiful?"

"It's not. Purple is the color of the widow. If you're wearing purple, do you want to announce that you're a widow?"

"Astqghfirullah mas." I put my bonnet back into the closet. I pounced on another dark green robe.

"Dik do not use dark colors because your white skin will shine more if you wear dark colors." back Mas Andre commented.

I put my dark green robe, too."Well, I'll wear white and not wear makeup. Let my face pale like a corpse. So I can really look like a pocong" I grumbled.

I heard the laughter of Andre. "You're luci dik. That's what makes me love you" she said, rolling her body under the covers. And no need to wait long I've heard his snoring.

"Ck.habit." I muttered while choosing a game that I considered appropriate to attend the open house at Alan's house.

I arrived at Alan's house ten minutes later than the time listed on the invitation.

"Why late?" ask the Goddess, "About the Boss friend yes." she said.

I hit the Goddess's arm in response to her words.

"By!" a call made me look.

"Mom!" I saw Alan's mother waving at me. I approached him and kissed his hand.

"How are you, ma'am?" my many.

"Alhamdulillah good. You also seem to be getting better huh." Ms. Riya, Alan's mother looked at me half-examining my body from toe to head, "You're all pretty."

I smile.

"Ra, come with mom! I have something to say." Miss Riya took me inside her big house.

"Yes, Mom." I'm nodding.

"Good." Miss Riya then took something and put it in front of me. A photo of a very beautiful and young woman. "Anita's name. She's the daughter of her father's friend Alan the deceased. I wish Alan and Anita could get married. Anita is well deserved to be Alan's companion. Besides being beautiful, she is also a graduate of a famous university and from a family with the same background as us. His father was a member of the House of Representatives Lo Ra."

Here's. This is what used to make me not respond to Alan's love speech. Our family is different. Alan from the family is, while I? Everyone knows that in order to win my bachelor's degree, I have to slam my bones day and night.

"By!" bu Riya's call jolted me from the daydreams of the past.

"Yes ma'am." My voice stuttered a little.

"You want to help mom. You're an old friend of Alan's. Alan would have listened to you. Please bring them closer and also help me keep an eye on Alan at the office. If Alan approaches a woman, you can report it to mom. If that woman is our equal, then I will allow them to be together. Otherwise I'll force Alan to accept Anita."

I'm silent. How do I help you, Mom.

"Ra, you want to, right?"

I looked into the eyes of Miss Riya who was hopeful for me. I don't know why I nodded. Miss Riya hugged me.

"Thank you, Ra. I'm calm now. Oh yeah, how's your husband and adopted son doing?"

My heart ached a little to hear the name foster child for Ryan. But never mind, the truth is. I can't blame Miss Riya.

"Alhamdulillah, good ma'am" I replied shortly.

"Ra, why are you sitting here with mom? Looking for the kids up ahead?" Alan came and interrupted our conversation.

"It's nothing. Isn't it Ra? We just let go of the miss." Ms. Ira answered while hiding a photo of Anita. "Ra, thank you for accompanying mom. You're a good boy. May your life be happy." Ira's prayers before leaving me and Alan.

"Don't lie!" alan said suddenly.

"What lie?" I replied while standing up and stepping towards the place of halal bihalal. Alan was behind me.

"Mom told you to do something, right?" guess Alan and the fuck the guess is right.

I stopped my steps and opened..Alan hit me from behind. My body almost toppled forward if Alan didn't hold it. As a result Alan's hand was coiled around my waist.

"sorry. You stopped all of a sudden" Alan said defending himself as he removed his hand from my waist. I'm silent. Yes I was wrong.

"Lan, your mother wants you to get married" I said later.

Alan smiled, "Did she propose to you to be my wife?" it even grinned.

"Don't joke! Your mother already has a candidate for you, her name is Anita."

"He again." Alan's comment seemed disinterested.

"Lan, if you don't like Anita, look for another woman who fits your mother's criteria. And introduce him. Surely he will be pleased. Don't keep getting single like this. Makes your mother worry." I tried to advise Alan.

"Sokay know I'm single" Alan replied. His eyes fell into my eyes. I immediately turned my eyes.

"Thank God you have a lover. Introduce him to your mother donk." I suggested.

"Unfortunately can't."

"Why?"

"Because we're LDRan."

"Oo so. I never saw you with him."

"That's a pretentious person again, I'm often with him." replied Alan.He looked back at me with those eyes. The eyes that made me feel wrong.

"Lan, don't lie. Where there are LDRans often together."

"There was. LDRanku is different from the others. My LDRan I'm here, he's in another man's arms." Alan replied, bringing his mouth to my ear. He left me who heard the answer.