Nackal Duda
Almost the Same Name

Utari

I live comfortably in Om Agas' house. Om treated me well, all my needs he bought me. I felt that I should return the favor for his kindness.

I welcomed her home with a smile. Make him food and act like I'm the permanent resident of this house.

I even felt that I was already a part of Om Agas. But I realized, in his heart Om Agas there is still his ex-wife who now lives right in front of his house.

I decided to just give up. I'll go far away so you can't find me. I'll borrow Om Agas' money and I'll replace it later.

Om Agas forbid. He said he started looking for me again. I panicked and felt scared. I'll be more emotional.

Then the miracle happened. Om Agas agreed to marry me. Wow.. I feel that now the goddess fortuna is slowly starting to be on my side.

Although his mother Om Agas disagreed, it turned out that Om Agas still came forward to marry me. We went shopping together and spent time together like a couple.

My happiness is increasing when Om Agas is ready to do kabul ijab. Unfortunately it is precisely the name of Mbak Tara, his ex-wife whom he mentioned.

Tests...

Sad tears I can't stand. I will indeed marry Om Agas, but Om Agas' heart may forever belong to Mbak Tara.

On the night of the bride I was determined to give myself up to Om Agas. At least if later sold by the Father, I am no longer holy. Let no one buy me.

I took the pink lingerie along with the underwear in matching colors. Om Agas must take my chastity tonight. Only for Om Agas I give you the sanctity that I have been keeping all this time.

Om Agas eyes look different when I see me in a lingerie that makes me more sexy. Yes, his eyes were full of desire that asked to be satisfied. The desire of a man who has a myriad of experiences with other women.

I resigned and handed myself over to Om Agas. I even want to carry her child. I love Om Agas.

There is no word of love that is usually spoken by lovers before uniting. There is only a burning desire that demands to be satisfied.

That's not...

At least serving Om Agas for life is better than serving the striped men out there.

I want to scream when my core feels like it's ripped from the big Om Agas. I'm trying to hold him. I want to make Om Agas happy.

And I made it. Om Agas looks happy and satisfied with my efforts. I also enjoy it.

Om Agas sleeps soundly, I get my body with Om Agas and sleep in his arms. Not a single thread separated us. I hope our relationship will be this close one day and we will fall in love with each other later.

I woke up before the dawn of the Adhan. My body hurts all and my core hurts too. Om Agas woke up and teased me again.

Despite the pain, I still serve her as a good wife. It hurts but there's a pleasure I've never felt before.

After serving him I took a bath and performed the morning prayers. Om Agas looked at me who was praying and was a bit confused as I reached out for the salim.

I deliberately do not want to ask why Om Agas does not want to pray? He is Muslim and does not pray. I want to grumble even if I'm self-conscious. My status is only a wife who is married out of mercy and as a mere means of gratifying her lust.

I smiled, at least I became Om Agas' wife. Things I've been dreaming about for a long time. I should be thankful and not complain.

I made a morning snack for his friend to drink coffee. Om Agas pulled my hand to accompany him to work.

Then I saw Om Agas' ex-wife quarrel with her husband. I glanced at Om Agas and I knew that even though his eyes were staring at the laptop screen, he stole the two lovebirds' quarrels.

I was surprised when Om Agas kissed my lips full of passion. I can't pay it back. I don't want to follow in the lies he's made.

Om Agas did not care, he provoked my passion and when I wanted to repay him he stopped his kiss. Yeah, the show's done. Party disperse.

I went inside and I cried in the bathroom. Oh God, my heart is sick. Why do I mean nothing to Om Agas? Why am I just a tool for her revenge?

Om Agas didn't catch up with me. He's busy working. Never mind, I didn't expect him to be a sensitive man. I can't hope. I'm just a woman who was almost sold to pimps and saved by Om Agas. Must be self-conscious Dance! Don't get greedy! Married and helped Om Agas alone is lucky! If it wasn't for Om Agas, I don't know which man I'm serving! At least Om Agas treated me here. Hold and patient....

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Mom and Dad came home the next day. Mama still looked at me with a dislike look. My social status is very low compared to their families. I know it.

Om Agas drove them to the airport and didn't take me along. I want to come too. I've never been to an airport before. I want to know what an airport is like and how big an airplane is when viewed at close range?

I busied myself making some cookies with my beloved mixer. An idea suddenly flashed through my head.

If I want to get the heart of Om Agas, I have to find out what Om Agas likes from Mbak Tara. I changed my clothes to a classier one.

I'll give you a plate of my cake. Marble bolu whose recipe I recorded from youtube.

I knocked on the house that was decorated with orchid trees. "Assynnya!"

"Glamma!" replied Ma'am Tara. "What's up?" ask her in a full voice.

I gave you a plate of my cake. "I made a cake. Because only the original Mpa Tara WNI here so I for him to Mbak Tara alone." do not forget the warm smile I was happy.

"Oh... Thank ye. Come inside! I'll change the plates!" Ma'am Tara opened the door wide so I could get in.

I went in and sat on her living room couch. The house is nice and comfortable. The furniture looks expensive, although I don't know the price but I can tell which one is expensive and which one is cheap.

A wedding photo hangs with a large figura in their living room. Ma'am Tara looks beautiful in a fancy wedding dress.

Ma'am Tara's husband is Om Agas' best friend. Om said it like that. Still poking Om Agas everywhere anyway. Maybe her husband is richer?

"Sorry for long. I have a cake for you too. We barter ya." she replied with a smile.

He brought me a cold drink and a few pieces of cake and served them on the table. "We talk first. Please taste!"'

"Well, dance is a hassle." I said, taking a cold drink and drinking it.

"Hm... Our names are a bit similar. I'm Tara, and you're Dance."

I nodded in agreement. "Yes. Can similar. But my full name is Utari, dance my nickname."

"Oh... Has Agas not been able to move on from me, so look for a wife with a similar name?" insinuations.

I smile. "I don't know, Ma'am. But Om Agas never kept any of your photos. If you have not moved on at least there are photos of you at his house. This doesn't exist at all. It's just a coincidence that our names are the same. Uh but Tara's mom has moved on, hasn't she?"

Tara smiled. "Not yet, not fully moved on."

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