Imperfect Wife
CHAPTER 2 THE WEIGHT OF THE HOUSEHOLD

CHAPTER 2 THE WEIGHT OF THE HOUSEHOLD

A year passed by, just like that,

I have never tried to contact Mas Heri first, as well as my husband who never called and even asked about children.

My son and I are getting used to it even though Rasya and Arsya are still asking a few times about his father, "Oh, when's dad coming home ?"

"Dad work son, later father will come home while bringing a lot of money for us, the same toys as well. Rasya and Arsya have to be patient, son." that's all I can say to calm my two children.

I myself have not been expecting much from the monthly rations transferred by Mas Heri.

I learned not to complain much, I tried to brainwash any way so that I and the children could survive without relying entirely on the money given by Mas Heri every month.

I opened a laundry service business, yes I do everything myself while still taking care of my two children.

In addition to receiving laundry services, I also received other jobs such as helping cook in one of the neighbors who had a catering business.

My day was very busy, from the morning before dawn I should have washed the laundry, while during the day waiting for dry clothes clothes I went to the catering place to help cook until the afternoon.

Afternoon until night I will iron the laundry pile so I can quickly deliver to the customer's place.

Laundry wages are calculated per kilo, and per kilo is only valued at 8 thousand rupiah for laundry and iron. If only ironing per kilo is valued at 3 thousand rupiah.

Very not comparable to the energy I spend, but how else to eat forced I have to survive.

My children always come wherever I go, Rasya can take care of his sister Arsya while I work. They are not annoying and always obey if I ask them to wait outside while helping out with the cooking at the catering venue.

The rest of the catering cuisine became the food of me and my children at home, my neighbor was good enough because it allowed me to bring a little package of side dishes to eat with my children.

My body is getting thinner, yes before my ideal weight but now all my clothes feel loose.

I'm not complaining, I'm really fighting to survive with my two children.

I am a person who can keep a secret, every complaint no one knows. All I feel myself never complaining to the neighbors because they also can not provide solutions other than insulting behind my back.

Now is the second year I'm living a threesome with my son, and like her my body is starting to want to give up.

I work day and night in fact my payment is not enough . The money I made was still just enough for my daily eating needs. No more money for other needs.

I'm frustrated !! I am not enjoying my current life. I am tired by birth and also by the mind, I want to give up..

But if I stop working, then what about my son ?

My mind is worried, I should be able to change this situation.

But how ? what work does not take up much time but generate sufficient wages ??

I stepped foot and daydreamed while delivering a laundry order at one of the women's boarding houses half a kilometer from my house.

Geck..

Geck..

Geck..

Poor my children, every day they feel tired of doing activities with their mothers.

Ceklek~ sound door open from inside.

A beautiful woman, fair skin and glowing. The ideal body of a very well-groomed adult woman left me stunned to the point of not batting an eye for a few seconds.

"The Goddess ? Is this really you ?!" said the beautiful woman looked enthusiastically at me.

I raised one eyebrow in wonder, how could he know my full name ? Who is it ?

"Have we met before ? I'm sorry but.." I paused for not feeling at all familiar with the beautiful woman smiling before me.

"We chat in yuk let it be good, here and there go in." invite the beautiful woman to take my hand which still carries the laundry package.

I went in and sat in a chair in the living room. The beautiful woman received the laundry package while telling her if it turns out we know each other.

"Goddess Goddess.. When you forget your own friends, here I am Sari. We used to sit back when I was in high school, but don't you ?" his voice sounded sweet and friendly.

I tried to remember, and at once my net was perfectly rounded when I realized that this beautiful woman before me was really my friend Sari.

"Sari ?? Oh, my God, I don't recognize you. It's so beautiful for you now Sari." I'm happy to meet one of my best friends.

We hugged each other like two old friends.

But at once the happy look on my face faded away when I realized my current position which looked very , very , very shabby.

Then, we exchanged news and told each other the conditions.

I can't lie if at this time I cry when telling the condition of my household that is not good.

Sari used to be a good friend of mine, one of the friends I could make a place to confide.

"Then your husband how is the Goddess ? No news of that at all ? And he forgot that there's a wife and two kids who need responsibility ? This month he sent me what money ?"

There were so many things Sari asked me, and I answered what they were.

"Mas Heri forbade me from calling her. If there is anything important, he will tell you first. It's been months Mas Heri no news, this month he didn't even transfer money." My eyes water, my chest is very tight.

Not that I mean to tell the disgrace of my husband, but what I feel is really the inner pressure that is getting heavier day by day .

During this death I kept all my household secrets myself, but when I met my best friend and confiding friend Sari immediately spilled all my heart.

I held back from crying a bit and Sari tried to calm myself down.

"Do you want to come to work with me, Goddess ? The job is easy, does not require a lot of energy but the pay is good. I guarantee it will be very able to meet the needs of you and your children." said Sari while holding my two palms and looking at me with confidence.

"What kind of job is Sari ? what can be done without me having to leave my son ?" I asked to be sure.

"Work at night kok Dewi, and you can bring the children later I take care of them in my place. I happen to be working the day shift, and where I work I need a new employee for the night shift. How ?" bejuk Sari's.

Sari said that she will return to the city tomorrow. And if I want to go with him then I have to get ready and pack.