It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
43. Papa Elena

"Why was it removed?" his yell. "We must hurry not to return to campus" he shouted again.

"Slow down ajaaa Paaaak!" reply to his words earlier.

He kept darting away ignoring me who was scared to death. What would be the fate of my son if my life drifted in vain because of this act?

We finally arrived at his house ahead of Azan maghrib. He went straight in and opened the gate using codes like drakor that I watched in my spare time.

"You wait here!"

"But-" However, he had already disappeared before I finished refuting what he had ordered.

In fact, I plan to go home soon. Other than wanting to do a freeze on the person who had stolen my money secretly, Sister Vina must have been very tired from waiting for so long.

It makes me look at my watch all the time. I'm afraid that Elena's fuss makes Sister Vina dizzy because I haven't come home yet.

"Why look at the clock?" Mr. Arendra appeared while holding the little girl with a grin looking at me on the back of this man.

"Ibuuuuk ..." - his cheers looked happy even though he was in the arms of an unknown person.

"Elena, why are you here?" I immediately greeted and descended Elena from Mr. Arendra's back.

"Hum home long ago. Eyena nemeni Aunty delivers clothes here." He took off my hand and went back up to Mr. Arendra's back.

"Eyena wants to endong Papa." He was hanging around this guy's neck.

"Papa? Who are you calling Papa, Elena?" I wanted to pull the little girl. My lecturer got back up while carrying Elena on his back. Elena clenched tightly around Mr. Arendra's neck.

"It's Papa Eyena." Elena leaned her head behind the back of the man who had been chuckling ever since Elena called him Papa.

"He's not your father" I said.

"It's Papa Elena!" Elena insisted on that belief.

"Already! Why are you fussing over this? No matter what time, I was called Papa! You can call me Papa too. My kids are all big and big."

So, Mr Arendra already has a big son? Reasonable ... He is already in his thirties. In my hamlet, a man her age, already has a fourth grade elementary school kid. Then, when he has a family, why still bother me? Basic, all men are the same. I can only curse it in my heart.

"So, ABapak already has a child?" I'm trying to make sure I get back.

He nodded his head with a mischievous smile until his eyes were invisible. "Already, even I already have grandchildren."

"Which hamlet is from? I didn't expect an educated person like you to already have grandchildren. Just like my Mom, thirty-two has a grandchild."

"Mahaha ...." He laughed out loud. Although she did not understand, Elena laughed out loud.

"Come, you go in first! I want to take a shower and there the camer is waiting for you" he said.

Ah, camer? Meanin? "Sir, we're just here to pick up the keys, right?"

I saw Mr. Arendra go right inside and bring Elena. Elena kept seeing me who was still in a confused mode.

"Mom, ayoook!" his yell.

I followed them obediently, surely having to lock my vehicle first. I was a little moved to run after those who had gone deep into the house.

My feelings were mixed up on my feet for the second time in this house. I still remember what happened a while ago when I met Bu Jenie's husband. Just when I was at the door, the sound of azan maghrib was echoing.

"Assaalamin." The greeting I said was like running inside, barely audible.

"Greetings hallaikum." I saw Miss Jenie walking over to greet me with her friendly face. He immediately greeted with a hug.

"Well, this is Nesya, right? We haven't seen each other in a long time? You've been so different from the last time we met, I got to pangling." said Ms. Jenie familiarly.

"Well, why is it that young people talk to him?" said the man in the mustache, her husband.

"Haha, why did Papa even protest that way? Mama and the rest of her friends feel the same age as if they met her." Miss Jenie looked at me hoping to stand up for her words.

"Truly said Sister Jenie, sir." I remember, Miss Jenie and the gank asked me to call them that.

"Lho's? You call my wife 'Mbak' why call me 'Sir'?" My husband also protested. Should I call him 'Mas'?

I heard Sister Vina laughing out loud because of our conversation. "Value, Om ... Aunt ... Nesya just called me 'Kakak.' Should Om and Aunt be self-aware and remember the same age, this even asks to be called a young greeting like that. Though people the age of Om and Aunt is already an elder in his hamlet."

Both of Mr. Arendra's parents looked at me with confused faces. "Yes, said Vina?" ask Ms. Jenie to come back.

I nodded my head too. "Our hamlet, it doesn't have a High School yet, sir ... Maud. So yes, rather than having to go to school and the cost is large, on average, yes marriage. Like I used to be "

Mr. Arendra's father shook his head and his face looked very concerned. "So the divorce case there is arguably high huh?"

I nodded slowly. I can't deny this. Because I experienced it myself. Aah, if only I wasn't a hamlet boy.

"Did everyone who finished Junior High choose to get married?" Ms. Jenie looked at me with her tan mark.

"Not really, Ma'am. If he came from a wealthy family, they would continue their schooling to the city. In fact, there was a schoolmate of mine who was already sitting in college.

"What's chat? Pray first!" A man who rubbed his hair with a towel interrupted our conversation. Then she went inside the room that was probably her room, followed by Elena.

"Elena? Elena?" I call this little girl who doesn't care about my whereabouts. He came into the room.

"Yes, justin! Aren is easy to take a child's heart." Ms. Jenie let me perform maghrib duties in the special mosque that is in the house.

After that, I saw Elena continuing to follow Mr. Arendra wherever she went. "Mas, what the hell did you give Elena to that nempel?" asked Vina to represent my head.

Mr. Arendra just wiggled his two eyebrows with a smile full of mystery. Then, her being with Elena cool together again made me feel impatient to pull this kid.

"Sir, he said he would pick up the car? It's getting night. I have to put Elena to bed soon."