Just My Ex Husband
Part 7 - Return to Jakarta

I ran towards my room located on the second floor, until I ignored the presence of my mother who was in the middle room. It seems like mother is enjoying a comedy soap opera with Zalesya, my mother's niece who always faithfully accompanied the mother, since both parents died due to an accident.

I'm collecting all the job application documents. Although I was born from an ordinary family but do not forget that I successfully completed the S1 study of economics faculty.

That's all I can count on. Hoping that the company I will apply for does not signal its employees with various conditions, such as hinting at marital status for example.

If until the company submitted criteria for applicants who have never been married, it is certain I will die before the war.

All the documents I've finished, it's time I unload the wardrobe to find my work clothes first, before I get married to Frans.

Although the model is not up to date anymore, but my work clothes are still worth wearing, and still fit in my body that is still slim as before.

I fold some clothes, then I put them in the bag for the interview preparation tomorrow. Tonight I also have to leave, so that I arrive at the interview place not too late. Given the schedule of the walk interview at exactly eight in the morning, I had to get there on time.

Actually my heart objected to having to go back to Jakarta, back to the city that made me swallow the bitterness of domestic life, but that's okay.

Doesn't life have to keep going, because life is not just about matters of the heart.

"Jenny where are you going?"

Mom seemed surprised when she entered my room, seeing me who was busy with packing activities.

"Jenny wants to join the walk interview, ma'am."

I answered slowly, without looking at my mother. Maybe because I was too excited.

"Do you have to tonight, son?"

My mother cut me off with a question. Seen from the look of his eyes that are not willing to let me go again.

"The office in Jakarta Bu, the interview time is opened in the morning, starting at eight o'clock exactly. So Jenny has to be ready tonight."

My mother sighed deeply, as if understanding that I was back in Jakarta would only remind me of all the memories with Frans.

"Did you mind Jenn? If later you pass the selection stage, and must return to live in Jakarta."

I was silent for a moment thinking about my mother's words just now.

It is true what the mother said, actually this little heart feels heavy to step foot there, but does not life have to continue?

I can't just stay home. What will my mom and I eat? If I keep quiet.

"Didn't Mom always tell Jenny that we have to deal with that problem."

My mother smiled little hearing her daughter turn her sentence around.

"Trust me Mom, Jenny's gonna be fine. Later after Jenny's job sattle, Jenny will definitely go home once a week to look at Mom and Zalesya. Most importantly right now, I'm praying for Jenny to be accepted to work."

I looked at my mother and I hugged my mother's shoulder, and I was so effectively in the recess of my peaceful mother's neck for me.

"Mother's prayers are always for you Jenny. My mother's favorite daughter. Take good care of yourself, baby, don't embarrass you there."

Mom pinched my nose which she said was quite sharp, then I said goodbye to mother, and asked Zalesya to faithfully accompany mother as long as I was not home.

•••

At about eight o'clock in the evening I drove my car to Jakarta, my current goal is to go to the house of Bella, my best friend during college first.

Bella offered me that I should stay at her house for an interview tomorrow.

Bella's house is huge and uninhabited. Moreover, the status of Bella who is still single increasingly makes Bella's house feel very lonely. At least, with my arrival a little lessened the loneliness in Bella's house.

About three hours drive I reached the courtyard of Bella's house, but it felt very strange, the gate of Bella's house was padlocked from the outside.

Is Bella not home?

"Where's bella? I'm in front of your house."

The sound of very noisy music rubbed my ears from the source of Bella's voice.

"Gue's not at Jenn's house anymore, you pick me up. I'll have whatsapp's address."

Crazy was eleven o'clock at night still merayaban ajah nih virgin child.

My mind murmured so.

Within seconds whatsapp messages came in from Bella, sending her whereabouts.

Although my fingers and eyes were tired from driving, I had to pick up Bella. Finally, I chose to turn my car back to the address Bella sent.

•••

"Where are you? Outbid. I'm in the parking lot."

I couldn't stand it after I found out Bella was at a nightclub.

What kind of a curse place is this? Too disgusting.

Since when does Bella have a hobby?

The feeling I remember Bella wasn't like this.

"Udah's on Jenn's death, hunt here. I'm not strong on foot."

Bella's voice sounded very heavy, it seemed like she was heavily drunk. Inevitably, I had to get out of the car to find Bella.

I took my foot off quickly, almost half running. I'm afraid something's wrong with Bella. Moreover, Bella is a beautiful girl with a sexy body, which man will not take a chance when Bella is drunk?

Arriving inside the club at night terhits in Jakarta, I circulated my eyes looking for the figure of Bella, but Bella was not there.

For fifteen minutes looking for Bella makes me tired, let alone the thump of loud music and then-passing people there makes my head more dizzy.

I decided to sit in front of the bartender. I just ordered my favorite strawberry juice, because my throat was getting dry.

I sat in front of the bartender with eyes still looking for the figure of Bella, unfortunately Bella is still invisible.

Finally, my gaze met at a point that was only two seats beside me, feeling like someone was watching me there.

The two eyeballs looked at me with a look like the one that had known me for a long time, but I did not recognize the figure of the man with the shabby face there at all.

His face was frustrated. Although his appearance is still in an office shirt, I can make sure he is carrying a heavy burden. Just look at the bottle of liquor scattered in front of him.

I could only smile wryly at the man's behavior.

Will the problem end after injuring yourself?

Will the problem be solved after tormenting yourself with a hangover?

Ah, don't mind the man, though I'm actually scared because of his sharp gaze towards me.

I was so scared that I took the wrong drink. Strowberi juice should have a slightly sour and fresh sweet taste, but why did the drink I swallowed taste bitter with soda popping in the throat.

The drink actually made me feel more thirsty, stupidly I actually drank it again, until finally I was unconscious lying limp on the bartender table.

••••

Many try to run away from reality, to unconsciously hurt themselves.

Miss Viona