It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
30. Occupations

"Don't forget to bring your son! She'll cry later, I can't calm her down."

Her tears fell back. However, without saying a word, Nesya tied her son up in a jar made of long batik cloth. After that he took a caping and stepped slowly towards the rice field.

That is how it is every day, and without feeling our child has started to grow up to one year old. I really feel bored of monotonous life in this hamlet. I'm sick of the game on that phone.

"We moved to live outside yuk?"

Nesya just looked at me in silence. "Being bored here, there's nothing to do." That's the only reason I can give her.

"That's some rice fields that can be done," he said.

"So you don't want me to move to the city?"

"The cost of living in the city is great, Bang. We have no work experience there. I only know how to get to the fields and to the gardens. If you work in the city, you will need a diploma. Does anyone want to hire me who only graduated from Junior High?"

"If we're in town, you don't have to worry anymore. All the necessities in the city, let me fulfill them."

Nesya smiled at my words filled with hope. I hope it's true. There's a company that's willing to accept me to work, and I can have my own money and replace this blinded phone.

After asking the parents for permission, we immediately headed for the city and looked for cheap rent. Because the money left over from yesterday's harvest was only a million. We had to save up until I got a job.

I just realized that I can't write a job application. "Sir, can you make a job application letter?"

His eyes are wide enough. "Is there an example?"

Since our new place was already full of signals, I also asked a friend to top up the quota. After that, immediately look for examples of job application letters via the internet. There are several companies that are my target.

When I finished, I checked the results of the cover letter written by Nesya. Why I just found out, her writing turned out to be very neat and nice. Where have I been all this time?

"May there be sustenance for our family" I said. Especially for me, connect me in my heart.

While waiting for a call from the company I had applied for, Nesya continued to work offering laundry services little by little to the neighbors. With that, we eat, even if we make it.

Time changes from day to day, and the moon changes. The money supply I had hidden was used up to buy cigarettes and quotas. Nesya business although small, can still meet the needs of our family. I put my hands in front of him.

"Request money!"

"Make cigarettes."

"Nothing!" he said go away and leave me.

I chased him and I pulled his hand. "Quick give! I'm gonna smoke a cigarette."

"Find your own money! It's been three months that you've kept this up. You should realize that we are currently living in the city! Not in the hamlet that can eat for free without spending a fee!"

braaakks

This reflex hit the table that happened to be near me. The net this time is different. He doesn't look scared at all. Even dares to fold both his hands as if against me.

"You dare to challenge me?"

"Well, when should this be? Pliiss, wake up! Our lives cannot be said to be mediocre anymore ... So, if you can't make your own money, you better quit smoking!"

This really can't be allowed. I have to use the gun as usual. "You want me to be--"

I waited for him to intercept me as usual. However, this time he still dared to challenge me without interrupting me in the slightest. Did he feel like he was on a cloud this time? This really pisses me off.

"Help ...."

braaa

I opened the door violently and I got out of the house. At first I still hoped he would hold me. However, he did not call and prevented me from leaving.

Ahhhh .. siiiaaall! The drama that I always make in the hamlet, is useless in this city. He became stronger than usual.

I immediately opened the phone looking for contacts of my old High School friends. I contacted that contact directly. "Brooo .. Do you have a job for me?"

"There, from yesterday I asked, you didn't want to."

"Finally you're sure I'm jg gii go lo. Is there no other work?"

"Hey, Bro .. inget! You just graduated from High School with the same grades as the teacher. Naturally no one escapes your job application. You don't have an insider working there either."