It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
1. Wrap up suspicious stuff

"W-what's this? Se-se-trong flavor pome grenade."

My hand shook, finding a plastic, black-colored package branded 'Setrong.'

Even though I'm just a stupid girl who has just felt the feeling of living a few months in the city, but I know that this thing is called kon*dom. I also know this thing is a pregnancy-preventing device that people say contra*ception.

But why does he have this thing? This thing is empty too. This indicates that the contents have been used by the owner. Tears, falling without a chance. My body trembled trying to guess why the con*dom pack could be in his pants pocket.

"Come with Ibuk!"

I picked up the little girl who was playing in the basin. This one-and-a-half-year-old girl we named Elena.

"Hek .. hek ... hek ...." She immediately cried as I lifted her from the water container where she was playing.

My legs feel heavy, my body vibration feels great. One of my hands was holding onto the container of the contra-*ception tool I found in the bag of Bang Alan's pants, my husband. Slowly, I set foot into the room.

The closer to the room, Bang Alan's snoring sound became clearer. The sound of snoring was exactly like the snoring of my father who was in the hamlet. It's very strange, isn't it? A 21-year-old man sleeps snoring?

These footsteps, getting closer to the husband who he said was tired of coming home from work at dawn. All this time I've never had a problem with whatever work is done at night. For me, the important thing is that he can bring me money, whatever it is.

He just said work at an *night club. He just got the job three months ago. While we and our family have decided to move from the hamlet to live in the city since six months ago.

When I entered the room, my net was even shifted to a reflection of my shadow holding Elena. Introduce, my name is Nesya. I was very young, under twenty years old. I already have a one-and-a-half year old daughter.

If my neighbor says, I'm an early marriage offender. There were a lot of bad assumptions I heard about my marriage at school age.

However, not a few also feel concerned about my young condition, working the ridge to meet the needs of our small family.

They thought I was pregnant out of wedlock, so I had to drop out of school and get married at a young age. But that's not true at all. I got married officially and legitimately, without any frills leaking first.

I looked back at the mirror that showed how bad I looked right now. My body looks very thin, my skin is dry scaly, and my face looks very dull. In fact, when I was in high school in Junior High, I was known as a beautiful girl, like a village flower.

My head is spinning ninety degrees. This time I saw Bang Alan, my husband was sleeping soundly with a loud snoring. It was completely inversely proportional to me.

He looked handsome, and increasingly looked mighty. However, since working at the nightclub, which forced me to let him work at night, he never touched me again. He works nights, of course during the day he spends time sleeping. Even to help me babysit Elena, she didn't want to.

Hahah, funny isn't it? It's been three months Bang Alan has not let go of his has*ratnya to me. I looked back at the *dom con package I had in my hand. Is it because of this, she never touched me again?

So, he's playing behind my back? My tears are back in my arms. My lips are cuddly, unable to call and wake him.

"Hek .. hek ... hek ..."

Elena cried again, remembering the fun of playing the water earlier I had snatched. The volume of his cries the more time became higher. My heart was torn with all sorts of guesses staring at Bang Alan with tears on my cheeks.

Bang Alan looks to be moving. Slowly, his eyes opened and sat looking at me. His face looked astonished, rubbing one eye. He clapped his hands trying to persuade Elena. My son stopped crying to see the father comforting him.

"Sir, why are you standing there?"

My heart is covered with anger. I can only guess at the thing that is in my grasp right now. Without feeling guilty he stretched out his hand telling me to get into his arms.

Aaah, why are my legs walking reflexively close to her? Right now I feel very upset. However, this body uncontrollably had rested itself in his arms.

Bang Alan, was one of the handsome men in the hamlet where we came from. I used to be so happy to be my husband. Even though I got married at a young age, I feel very proud to have a super handsome husband who just finished High School in the provincial capital.

Bang Alan restored my haircut. He kissed me softly. For some reason, the anger that was overflowing like yawning was gone. I miss this caress so much. We haven't hugged like this in a long time.

I called while stroking his bareback back. As a code to him that I'm looking to meld my soul with him right now.

"Later on, Dek. He still feels tired" he said.

I was a little disappointed, but I didn't think too much. "Bang, can I ask you about Brother's work?"

He thought for a few seconds then nodded stroking my hair which was still in his arms. "Of course, Deck. Aboutwhat? Ask me!"

"Where's the gate working every night?"

Bang Alan glanced at me. His eyebrows are seen going up next door. "Don't you always say that you work at a nightclub?"

"What's working so what's there?"

He let me out of his arms and went back to laying on this thin cotton mattress. "You don't be too fussy about meddling in all my business. What matters is that this time I've brought you money every day, right?"

"Don't look at me first!" my snapping.

Bang Alan looked back at me. "What?"

I opened the hand-held containing the former wrap of con*dom. "Who's this?"

Bang Alan saw the thing I was holding. For a moment his face looked a little panicked. A few seconds later, his expression returned to normal. "Where did you get it from?"

"It's I got in your pants pocket!"

"Then you suspect it's mine?" His voice began to rise.

"Who else has it? This I got from your pants pocket.

"Something, maybe someone just put it in my pocket while I work."

"Lied!"

Bang Alan sat down. "You think it's mine?"

"Yes, who else. Let's say! Who did you do it with?"

Bang Alan stared long. "So you think that brother cheated?" But my mouth said it.

"Listen Brother, Deck. You've hurt my feelings if you think I'm cheating. I really work for both of you. Think about when it is time for me to cheat? If at night I work the ridge, the afternoon at home just sleep until the afternoon. Just think about it!"

My brain approves of what Bang Alan said. There's no way Bang Alan could have cheated on her, while she's been busy working all night. When Azan Fajr echoed, he had already arrived at our small contract.

I threw away this strange package, and then I picked up Elena who had run away when we embraced. I had to finish the laundry immediately for the customers who had entrusted me with their clothes. Since living here, I have been forced to become a laundry worker to meet the cost of our living needs.

At that time Bang Alan had not yet got a job after applying here and there. It's so hard to get a job with a high school diploma. Moreover, his status was married.

This forced me to offer laundry services at a cheaper price than the price of laundry. Thus, many neighbors used my services to wash and iron their clothes. For the first three months, Bang Alan was just sleeping, eating, playing with Elena, and asking for money to buy me a cigarette.

At first, I didn't mind. However, the longer the behavior made me become more upset and quarrels ensued.