Don't Blame Me for Taking Your Wife
chapter 68

"Alpha!" Call Miss Ignis in front of the door. Welcoming the first day of his firstborn breathing free air.

"Hubby." Half-run Alfa approached her mother. While fixing her sack, Alfa touched Ignis's leg.

"Sorry Alpha, buk."

"Already! Let's stand up." Miss Ignis haru. Rubbing her wet cheeks with the back of her hand.

Haru, how not? His eldest son was released after several months in prison on charges of abuse.

"Let's go home, son." Invite Miss Ignis to wipe again her cheeks wet with tears. Then patted the back of Alfa who kissed her hands of reverence.

Alfa was stunned, surprise could not be separated from her face as soon as she saw a patch of old buildings on the edge of the cemetery. That's not his house.

"The...."

Guilt instantly pervaded the recesses of Alpha's heart. How not? Ayla's ex-husband still remembered that he had pawned the land certification of his late father to make a grand wedding party for Agya, his wife.

Now only the regret is left. Alfa was stunned, her cries could no longer be contained. The sturdy shoulder shook slowly, slowly wet with tears that had been held back since he set foot out of the washcloth.

Miss Ignis patted her firstborn on the shoulder, understanding what Alfa was currently feeling. "Already, son. Don't think about it anymore. Let the past pass, let's go inside."

The moist eyes of Alfa line every corner of the four-by-three-meter room with curtains on the inside. The tenement consists of only one living room and one small bathroom next to the kitchen. And one bedroom.

Alfa's heart felt sliced to see such a small house.

"How much a month, buk?" Alfa asked in a raucous voice, the bottom of her heart getting hurt and continued to feel pain seeing the fruit of her actions.

"Seven hundred thousand. Not yet electric." Miss Ignis replied, leading her son to sit down on a mattress on the floor that was deliberately unfurled in the living room.

"It's cheap, FA. Maybe it's because Deket's grave is so cheap." Said Miss Ignis walking in to pull the curtains and then came back with a glass of water for Alpha.

"Drink first, mom has no tea, so what is it?"

Again, it made Alfa shed tears. He quickly rubbed it with the back of his hand before his mother noticed.

"Sorry Alfa buk."

"Here, why keep apologizing. The most important thing is that you repent. Fix yourself rather than continue to regret." Said Miss Ignis patting the back of her son who kept shaking it.

"Where's the buk?"

"Your sister's working."

"Work?" Alfa was astonished to hear her sister who was now sitting in the high school bench was working."Ferries aren't buk school?"

"School, come home at two in the afternoon, keep up the food stand by the roadside. Come with people."

Alfa's heart again felt pain, his sister now even helped scavenge fortune to save his life while he was in prison.

"You're getting thinner Alfa. Eat first yes. As it were, soon mother had to go to London road ahead there. You take it yourself. Rest, just plan what tomorrow will be."

"Have a job now?"

"Yes to le, if not work from where you can pay the cost of renting a house and paying for electricity. The ferry was already quite helpful for his school fees. So, mom is lighter."

Alfa clenched her hands. Feel very useless. Angry at himself being so stupid. Following the temptation of his heart that loves Agya when he already has a very good wife like Ayla. Sorry now there is no use, better now he is thinking about finding a job.

"It's not easy to go, FA."

"Yes buk."

"Yes buk."

After the mother went to work, Alfa was silent for a moment. He looked at everything that had happened to him all this time. Now he has breathed the air of freedom, but he is not so sure because he is a recidivist. It must not be easy to get a job with a status attached to him now.

Alfa got up from her seat, walked into the kitchen. Slashing curtains, on the stove a closed pan was immediately visible to his eyes. Then not far from there, a worn-out mejikom was seen decorating the kitchen.

Alfa tried to open the lid of the pan. Oseng tempe which is seasoned with green chili and looks brown by soy sauce. The smell of him coming out teased Alfa's nose which directly pierced through her stomach which began to protest.

Alfa took the plate on the shelf, then opened the mejikom and filled the plate with two rice entongs. Watering side dishes oseng tempe above her. Then take her to the living room.

Alpha eats with gratitude. The mother's cooking that she always misses while in rutan. Without tears coming back. Occasionally he rubbed his cheeks with the back of his hand while bribing.

Truly, which favor of your Lord do you deny.

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Alfa has been searching for a job for almost a month. Again, his status of a former prisoner became a very heavy consideration to be accepted to work, although very clearly plastered open vacancies. But he was always rejected.

Alfa rubbed her forehead which was flooded with sweat that afternoon. I think he really wants to give up. But, the shadow of the mother who was working in London made the tekat Alfa collected again. He would not let his mother suffer longer at work. He should get any job.

As he was standing on the side of the road a loud voice sounded from his right side.

"Drug!"

Alfa turned to the source of the sound. A man galloped towards himself standing, behind the man a grandfather was seen chasing after in a frenzy.

Alfa stretched her legs until the copet fell. Then Alfa quickly overcame the body. People started to help.

"Thank you young man." Said the bule-faced grandfather as soon as Alfa handed him the black bag she had snatched from the pickpocket. The pickpocket was led to a nearby police station. Of course, after receiving the raw bogem from some furious people.

"Together." Even though the grandparents had a bule face but very fluent in language.

"As a sign of gratitude...."

Alfa stared at the money that grandfather had offered. He's in a dilemma, on the one hand he needs money, on the other he just helps a little. It feels unethical to receive a reward.

Grandfather Yaris observed the young man in front of him. He felt he had seen Alpha, but his memory was not good that afternoon. Looking at the dumbstruck Alfa without receiving any rewards from him, Yaris' grandfather was slightly interested.

"Are you looking for a job?" Guess Grandpa Yaris asked.

"Yes, mister. How can you know?"

"Oohh, can you drive?"

"could. But I don't have a SIM."

"Hmmm... All right, if you're looking for a job, and don't want to accept this reward. Let me see your resum."

Alfa did not expect much, even though there was a glimmer of hope appeared.

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well, how about if Alfa actually became the driver Yaris' grandfather and met with Ayla?