It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
4. What a good job

Some time later, Bang Alan raised his hand. "Request money!"

"Make what?"

"Make cigarettes."

"Nothing!" my words passed leaving him.

It turned out that he was chasing and pulling my 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

Bang Alan kicked down a table that happened to be nearby. I'm not surprised anymore. I stared at him long folded both hands on his chest.

"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!"

Bang Alan looked at me for a moment. "You want me to be ce---" He looked back at me with a threatening face.

I strengthened my gaze back. I don't know since when I started to have courage and not be afraid anymore if he threatens like that. He did not continue his words.

"Help ...."

braaa

He hit the door and left without saying anything. As he left, my body immediately felt withered. My energy feels drained.

"Nlt ... Bukh ...."

It was like I heard something that was never heard before. I see Elena, my son is walking over and calling me, 'Buk.'

"Try repeating, son?"

"Nlt ... Bukhara ... Bukh ...." He patted both of his tiny hands.

"Well, can my son talk?" Elena I hugged. At least the time Elena became a medicine for anxiety in my heart.

Without feeling, time continues to drift towards the night. Eleven o'clock in the night, Bang Alan hasn't come home yet. I couldn't sleep thinking about where he was going.

Was that it, I was overdoing it? I got up from the bed, closed my chest which had been removed by Elena who was still strong drinking ASI. I peeked outwards, but there was no sign of her existence.

Last night I could not sleep, I kept waiting for him who never came home. Just as the morning dawn reverberated, there was a knock on the door. I who couldn't sleep at all jumped up a little and ran towards the door.

I opened the door, and immediately hugged Bang Alan who had just returned home. "I'm sorry, Bang. I won't be angry with you anymore Brother," I hugged him.

"Well, where were you last night? I'm so worried. I'm afraid if something doesn't happen with Brother."

Bang Alan broke out of my arms. She went inside the house taking off the shiny pantofel shoes that were attached to her feet. I noticed that Bang Alan looked very different.

"Why? Didn't you tell me to look for a job?"

He took off his clothes and immediately moved towards the room breaking down. In a matter of minutes, he had already fallen asleep with a snoring. This is the first time I heard him sleep snoring. He was never like this before.

"Bang, get up! Pray first!" my spoken. But there is no more word from him.

I immediately ablute, then carry out the duties of two rakaats. I pray, may God forgive my husband who has neglected his prayer time.

During the day Bang Alan woke up from his sleep. He cleaned himself and looked for food. He seemed to have no taste in seeing the menu I was cooking. The food under the hood is only tofu, tempeh, and fried eggplant.

Usually, our food menu is like this. He never complained at all. But why is today different?

He reached into the bag of pants, handed him two pieces of red money. "So, is it enough to cook chicken?" tanyakanya.

I, who did not know the origin of the money, gladly accepted it and nodded my head. "Can, Bang. It could be even." Even more, connect me in the heart.

"Yes, buy ingredients to cook fried chicken. Let me take care of Elena."

I immediately nodded and moved quickly out of the house towards the slaughter chicken seller. When I got home, I prepared to cook.

I'm starting to think. Why did Bang Alan suddenly have money? I noticed he was eating very well. Tumben once he didn't hold his phone? Usually it never leaves his hand.

"Where's the phone, Bang?"

"I've sold it" he said between bribing food.

"So that's money from the sale of hape?"

He shook his head. "That's my money last night."

I was immediately excited to hear the news of Bang Alan who already had a job. "Emang, what kind of work do you have at night?"

"Abang works at a nightclub" he explained.

"So where's the purchase money? Too bad to be sold, even though I already have a job." I regret. So, no longer can the family contact us.

Our village has no network. However, if you go up to the top of the hill, you can find a point that is significant. From now on, I can no longer contact the family in the hamlet, and vice versa.

"Hape sales money, brother love to a friend who nolongin looking for this job. The work was great, but the results were quite satisfying. You get a daily wage. That's enough, for a day?"