The Story of an Injured Wife
Two Dangerous People

"Mas, there are two people, they again need a job, pity their child is sickly, they need the cost to connect life and the cost to treat the child. Can't we have another maid at home with a private driver for me?"

"May darling. I have no problem paying them, as long as you're happy. I can afford it."

The sound of Damar and Yaya's conversation was heard from the side yard of the house, near the room. Yaya was talking about two people in need of the job, and Damar accepted them.

Yaya smiles happily because she can help the two people in distress, even though the smile is only temporary, Yaya is still sad because it turns out her husband is having an affair with Miho. Those tears were flowing down his face. When thinking of her husband who has betrayed her best friend.

I just told Elma that they could both work from tomorrow. How happy they were when I told them. I'll give them until the afternoon, because Elma also has to keep her son in rented, while Arif works until nine o'clock. He has to be on-time if at any time I need his services.

Tonight, I look around again at my friends' stories in WA. Tumben Miho does not post stories, usually almost every night he updates the status via the story. Is he now hot with my courage yesterday? Or maybe he was busy again? But I see now he's online.

Ah it doesn't matter, the important thing now is, I'll insinuate it again. I sent an animated photo of two women who were friends with each other, I bajui caption, he once helped me to investigate the third person, but now it's like the person who was being carried too, too, alias the new third person in the household. It looks the same!

A few minutes later, Miho saw my chat. I was surprised that Miho sent me a short message.

"You're getting tough on me!"

I immediately retaliated

"What am I afraid of hypocritical women like you!"

Will Miho return my message again? Apparently not. Miho just read it.

***

In Japan, Miho was laughing out loud in her hotel room.

"Just as much as you can say, just wait for the time when you will cry, because your household is destroyed and you will soon become a widow, hahaha."

***

Yaya got up from her bed, then she stared sadly out the window. Yaya spoke in her heart. Talk about what his life is like now. Only sadness gives color, sadness that he experiences and a fear that he fears.

Yaya stared at one leaf that had fallen down. Yaya follow where the leaf falls. That's how he is, if one day, he lost competitiveness and will divorce Damar. The status will turn into a widow. While being a widow is sometimes considered inferior by some people.

Widows are often on the cheap stamp and like to disturb other people's households. Yaya wouldn't want to be like that. Not to mention the fate of the second child if it is born later. I don't know what if his son lives without a figure from his biological father later.

"No, you can't be sad! You can't be weak! Doing something fun is a must do now. Stop thinking of things that make you sad." I said, encouraging myself.

Then I reopened my laptop and watched a foreign series.

***

The next morning, a knocking sound was heard in front of the house. I rushed to open the door and I could guess who was coming. Yes, they are Arif and Elma.

"Good morning, madam?" greet them both friendly. Makes my mood so good again.

"Morning. Let's go inside."

They're following me.

"Well, we'll work with professionals and we'll try, won't let you down ma'am" Arif replied.

"Okay, happy work." I said as I walked to the side garden. I want to cut my long nails while reading a novel in my favorite Noveltoon. I want to enjoy this morning beautifully and beautifully. Later in the day, I will attend a monthly funeral at the home of Imelda, one of my friends.

The day I was waiting for finally greeted me. I dress and dress gracefully. This time I do not have to bother driving anymore, there is already Arif.

But I, feel uncomfortable with the way he carries the car. Rada ugal-ugalan, I so think, actually he can drive no heck?

"Arif, don't bother dong. I was afraid something would happen that I didn't want. You can drive, right?"

"Sorry mom, yes I can drive. I used to work as a driver for two years, working in a factory. But the factory was closed, so I rarely drove again. Mom, calm down, huh? Everything's gonna be okay."

"Jaudah, don't worry anymore."

"Yes, sorry mom."

I sweat from worry. From the rearview mirror looks my worried face.

Meanwhile, Arif was secretly smiling cunningly, Arif deliberately made Yaya so panicked like that by carrying a car in a careless way.

At home, Elma wiped the floor and mopped. Elma throws a mopel and a bucket into the bathroom. His task was done but his face continued to frown. Like no intention of working in this house.

Elma opened the refrigerator and took a lot of Yaya's favorite food and snacks.

"But laper!'

Two bottles of fresh drink were also taken. Elma was disrespectful, taking the contents of the employer's refrigerator at will. Bi Surti who saw that rushed to reprimand Elma.

"Hey new maid! You are polite dong. Again, it's my mistress' favorite food."

"Yeeh, why? I work here, so I can dong if I want to eat and drink here?"

"But that's no way wong crazy! Back again!"

Elma glared at bi Surti and put the food she took back into the refrigerator, but Elma did not rearrange it neatly.

"The neat Elma!"

Elma slammed the refrigerator door and then stepped quickly in front of bi Surti. Elma had the heart to push bi Surti until bi Surti fell to the floor.

"Lu don't be a pussy old babu! Don't mind your senior babu so please just set me up! If you don't like it, you better shut up! There are still many old styles! It's chic!" angry Elma while ruffled waist.

Bi Surti did not expect that the new maid turned out to be a bad person. Bi Surti could only cry, his hips ached and then slowly got up.

"Where to go to the kitchen old grandma! Just be careful if you dare to ngadu, I broke your bones that are already fragile!" threaten Elma rough.

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