Marrying the Driver's Child
CHAPTER 90
A gentle kiss landed perfectly on my forehead, making me blink my eyes trying to escape the snare of a soul-happy dream. Such a perfect handsome parasite with such disheveled hair greeted my sense of sight with a glittering smile on his lips.
Again, a gentle kiss landed on my face, this time not the forehead that received my husband's warm treatment, but my tiny lips that had always been the months of his sex lips.
“Good morning, dear,” greet him in a raucous voice, typical wake up.
“Good morning, my husband.” I pinched Arsen's cheek. Then Arsen replied to me with kisses all over my face.
That's how our day started, he's the one I always see when I first open my eyes in the morning, he's the last one I see before I close my eyes at night.
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Arsen and I went to Papa's house, because Mama and Kak Darren had gone out of nowhere before I came out of the room.
Today Arsen is off from work, and Bi Sri said she has prepared special dishes for me. So, Arsen and I decided to visit Papa's house.
Papa was relaxing in the living room sipping his warm tea, as Arsen and I just walked into the house. While Oma seemed to be enjoying her aerobic gymnastics in the side yard of the house.
Papa called Arsen to accompany him to relax, while I, walking towards the kitchen after smelling a pleasant aroma that was very tempting to my sense of smell.
“Bi Sri cook what?” I just got to the kitchen door and saw Bi Sri tasting her dishes.
“Eh, Non Kimmy. Auntie cook chicken roasted honey, same fried sambal or favorite, Non Kimmy. Later it must be eaten all yes, there is no leftover,” said Bi Sri accompanied by a smile.
Bi Sri always knew, what kind of food I really liked. Because as a child, Bi Sri prepared all my needs. Especially since Mom left Papa's house.
“Still yes, Bi. Aunty always knows what I want.” I approached and hugged Bi Sri who was still busy adding some flavoring spices to her cooking.
“Non Kimmy, aunt's darling. Happy birthday yes. May Non Kimmy always be happy, Aamiin,” said Bi Sri.
“Aamiin, Thanks, Bi.” I further tightened my circle of hands on Bi Sri's stomach.
“Where is a gift from oma? You like, ‘kan?” Oma was already in the kitchen taking a drink when I let go of my hand that had previously hugged Bi Sri.
“Oma. Not funny! Why the hell Oma give gift soan?” I approached Oma, then sat down at the kitchen table with Oma.
“Without such love, every night I always relax, Oma. Mending Oma gave me a useful gift,” my tease on Oma who is now looking at me with expression.
“Eh, Kimminah! Like howling. Oma gave that to you. The proof is you wear too, right?” Oma smiled cynically.
“If Oma doesn't poison Arsen's mind, I won't want to make it either.” I grumbled not wanting to notice Oma's facial expression.
“Sri, you heard that this brash mantu said what?” Oma seeks a defense from Bi Sri.
Bi Sri just smiled amusedly while arranging her cooking to the plate.
“Fortunately my in-laws are not as bad as Oma.” I looked back at Oma's face. Squinting my eyes as if I were exploding Oma.
“Who said? You don't know Arsen's real parents.” Oma flicked one side of her lips upwards.
“Means Oma?” I who was confused by the direction Oma spoke, drew my face closer to Oma, putting my sense of hearing in earnest.
“Yes, her biological parents Arsen!” Oma stared at the tajm at Bi Sri who arranged the dishes before being taken to the dining table
“Oma, who exactly is Arsen? Mama said, Arsen's mother was Mama's best friend.” I chose to ask Oma, although Om sucks, but Bi Sri is more closed when it comes to Arsen.
“Emang you never ask to Arsen?” ask Oma.
I shook my head slowly because we had never discussed Arsen's parents, except about her birth mother who died after giving birth to Arsen.
“What do you know about your husband? Don't just know how good Kimmora is!”
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...Because the good ones always call Oma. If the sad make a baper later....
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