Nackal Duda
I'll Change Om Agas

Utari

I don't know what the words of Mbak Tara who said that he has not fully moved-on? Would you like to heat me up with the fact that they did have a love relationship before?

"Does Mama Agas agree that you are married to her child? As I recall, my former Mama-in-law is a person who still attach importance to seeds, bebet and weights in looking for a daughter-in-law. Oh, did you forget, where did your parents work? Have company?"

I know the question was intentionally to hurt my heart. Can't He see which comes from people who were born rich and people who were born hard like me?

"I... Orphan." I replied honestly.

"Oh... Know Agas where?" ask again.

"Di... Showroom." back I answered honestly.

"When you bought a car? How can I tell the story I met Agas first?" insinuations. Why should he open up his old story to me? Want to make me jealous?

"No. Time to deliver the order." My story is different, so don't just equate it with your story!

"Order? What company do you work for? At a car showroom or a car-making company?"

I inhaled a lot of air and then exhaled slowly without He knowing that I was filling the patient stock in me. "I'm delivering a soto order that Om Agas ordered."

"Soto? About Agas? You have a soto business? Why do you call him Om? I think your relationship is still limited to outsiders and not husband and wife!" he said with a spicy.

"I work at the soto shop. As waiter. Not the business owner. And regarding our call, it was just a call, even Om Agas was happy with the call I gave. The effect of our relationship as husband and wife is like the adult films hihihi.." I smiled covering my anger. Don't lose the tactic. The woman in front of me would obviously not praise but insult.

"Oh... I think you're one of those students that Agas likes to take home. Turns out it's just a waitress soto anyway? " that's right, this woman wants to insult me after knowing who I am.

"No. I'm just a simple girl who's lucky to marry Om Agas. Regarding that student, Om Agas promises will change if we get married." lied. I had to lie to cover up my husband's bad habits.

Even before we got married, Om Agas was still playing with women out there. I am not the woman He loves, as hard and as hard as I nagged her, Om Agas will not listen to me.

"Oh yeah? If the same time I was Agas never played with other women. Maybe because in his heart there was only me. Yes carefully. If He's still having fun with other women out there, then you're not the only one in Agas' heart. I tell you as a fellow woman." words that sound wise yet have a very piercing meaning. Fake.

I'm so surprised, this is the woman that Om Agas always craved? Looking good while covering up the rottenness of his heart?! Even Om Agas to mispronounce the name of this woman when Ijab kabul.

I put on a smile again. "I have to go back. Had to prepare dinner for him." I stood up and before leaving the house I stopped.

"Maybe Mbak Tara used to be very lucky to get Om Agas who is still innocent and a good man. But unfortunately, Ma'am Tara wasted a good man like Om Agas. Now, I'm going to turn Om Agas back into a good man again, because what? Because Om Agas is lucky to get me. Thank you for the banquet. Assalamualaikum!"

I smiled and walked into the house. I heard the sound of the door being shut tight, signifying the wrath of the owner.

The dance... You can't lose! Om Agas will love you so much! Sure is!

And I had to swallow the pill disappointed when Om Agas sent a message stating that Om Agas did not come home tonight.

Tests...

My tears are back...

Why the hell is Om Agas still unable to let go of the sparkling world full of fun and start building a household with me?

What is my lack compared to Madam Tara?

I looked at my face in the mirror. Less is much. Other than the clothes that now accentuate the curves of my body nothing has changed in me.

I still look like the Soto delivery girl's dance. Nothing has changed at all. Now I'm just like the cook Om Agas!

Since our first night, Om Agas hasn't touched me yet. Precisely after the kiss in front of Mbak Tara at that time. Om Agas seemed to choose to please himself elsewhere rather than satisfy himself to me.

What's wrong?

Is my appearance less attractive?

Well, instead of being sad I better learn. After learning how to cook and make cakes, now learn to make up yourself.

I learned how to make up and practice with the makeup tools Om Agas bought me. The man does not exist.

First I learned how to wear eyebrow pencils, put on powder and blouse on then I was amazed myself with the results. Wow, I'm pretty pretty too.

Hmm.. There is nothing less!

Oh yea! I bought it that day!

I looked for the item in the closet and found it!

Hair paint!

I used to dye my hair. Now is the time, first learn first how and then practice.

I cut my sandwiches a little short to make me look younger and then dyed my hair brownish. I managed.

I stared at my face with the hair I had dried. Looks different. Looks more youthful.

Ok. Wait for the time to act!

Ma'am Inah until pangling saw my appearance. "It's so pretty, ma'am." she praised.

"Any can. I'm embarrassed." I replied while blushing in shame.

"Tell you, Mom. You must like it."

In my heart say the words of Mother Inah. I'm preparing dinner for Om Agas. Don't forget I changed my clothes with sexy clothes that Om Agas once bought.

I chose a mini dress with a white one-color strap with flowers. Om Agas likes flowers.

Unfortunately when Om Agas came, I was performing the Isya prayer. Om Agas immediately cleaned himself up and was surprised when he saw my different appearance.

"Dance?"

I smile. "Omm, are you home? Sorry about that Dance again praying isya so can not welcome the arrival of Om at home."

He scrunched his forehead. Wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist he walked over to me.

"You to the salon?" tanyakanya.

I shook my head. "Oh this," I rubbed my hair. "Smake yourself, Om. Weird huh? Doesn't fit?"

Om Agas instantly looked fixated and then shook his head. "No. You look so beautiful. So pangling!"

I smile. "Thank God that you like."

Om Agas then smiled meaningfully. I know from the look in his eyes full of cravings. There was a great passion in his eyes when he saw me like this.

"If I like it then.... " He walked over to me and gently rubbed my cheek with his big, sturdy palm but was able to make me feel protected from the cruelty of this world.

"Then... Want to have dinner?" ask me with the fun.

Om Agas shakes. "There's more to it than dinner."

"Oh yeah? What is it, Om?" I pretend I don't know. I know what Om Agas wants.

"You."

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