Bab 7: You are my husband's mistress
I kept my promise to my neighbor's boy. I wore a dark floral print shirt with black cotton slacks, this is a casual outfit that women in town often wore but I'm sure it will be the center of attention maybe for today because I combine this ordinary dress with a little more stylish, I leave the 2 buttons on the top of my shirt unbuttoned, on the bottom seam of the shirt on the right I put it in the tire of my pants while on the left I let it out and dangle, I completed my appearance with high heels not too high, only about 7 cm in black, don't forget a sling bag.
"Well, let's see how Miss Bella looks..." the middle-aged neighbor, the lady, greeted me with a happy smile. She showed me my appearance to her son who looked shy and raised his head to see my appearance. Today I will replace his mother's position to collect report cards at school.
"Miss Bella, I promise to make delicious dumplings for you as a thank you for taking the time to collect my child's report card at school. I'm so sorry I couldn't take you guys because I had to sell noodles. I was late.. then I'll leave my son with you, and you!" After saying that sentence to me, the middle-aged woman turned to her son and then in a slightly squatting position She gave a message to her son.
"Be nice to Miss Bella and don't ask to buy any snacks, if your report card score is bad, tell your teacher that he will be ashamed of Miss Bella who represented me today to take your report card."
While winking at her son, the middle-aged woman seemed to slip the word satire into her sentence. I don't care about my intentions I just want to help, I see the fate of her son. My heart beats remembering my childhood. I know Being a single mother is not easy, middle-aged women have to struggle to sell noodles to be able to meet their daily needs, and I as a neighbor who has never been able to help anything, maybe just helping to get her son's report card is already a bit help the poor life of this middle-aged woman.
"Then I'll go first Miss Bella, I'll leave my son to you."
"You said that earlier," I said, smiling faintly.
"Ah I'm sorry, sorry, I'm old so senile."
I smiled again as if to understand her but not because she is senile, but because she is a neighbor who always emphasizes her sentences and makes other people follow her words, that's what I think.
"I'll go first, I'll go first! Be nice to Miss Jang Bella."
She said looking busy carrying big bags in her left and right hands.
"I'll help carry your bag!" I said offering to help but she shook her head and waved her hand refusing my help.
"Don't don't do it, you're well-dressed and very pretty.. don't get your shirt broken and wrinkled," she said once again while looking at my appearance and I understand that she is used to being busy like that as a mother and a noodle seller, so I just trust her with her work even though I look behind her back and admire how busy she is.
"Mom, I can bring it!" The son ran behind her back, grabbing a bag that was slightly smaller but still heavy in the hands of a boy who was still in elementary school. I unconsciously smiled, isn't he a boy who is kind and considerate to his mother?
I did not want to pass late in my daydream, especially when my memory flew to the past in my heavy life. I followed them down the stairs. we saw how the middle-aged woman was pushing her noodle cart.
She is a formidable woman!
"Miss Bella, let's go to my school, we'll be late if we stay here too long."
I glanced at the clock on my wrist. "Does the show start at 8:00 am?"
"Yes, that's right." He said excitedly.
"Then we have to run so we're not late."
I said making a challenge, his enthusiasm rose, even more, and the boy immediately stole the start. I raised both hands on my waist, and put on a face pretending to be annoyed at him, when he looked back and saw my face, he came back to me.
"You cheat," I said, pretending to be sulky.
"Hehehe I'm sorry miss, then should we start running, now?"
"No need, I've got a motorcycle rickshaw," I said while stroking his rough hair.
"Why not just walk?" he protested because I had ordered a motorcycle rickshaw, the motorcycle rickshaw is a vehicle like a bajaj, it is public transportation in this village, and the sound of the motorcycle exhaust roaring makes ears hurt, but the engine power is good enough to save energy and time.
"My mom doesn't pay for us to ride a motorcycle rickshaw," he said with a slightly gloomy face, maybe this boy is not comfortable with me because he has asked for help to get a report card and now I take him on a motorbike rickshaw but his mother doesn't give a penny of money, doesn't he have a soft heart, very different from his mother.
"It doesn't matter, because I pay for the rickshaw fare, consider this as a treat from me because you have taken me for a walk to your school."
He laughed bitterly. "When I grow up, I will repay you."
he said, I didn't answer him and just nodded my head slowly. Not long after that, a motorcycle rickshaw came and we got into the rickshaw to go to my neighbor's boy's elementary school.
When we arrived at elementary school we were a little late. It seemed that because the boy's class was already occupied by the guardian representatives of the students, I entered while holding my neighbor's small shoulder while bowing slightly to give a polite greeting to the guardian teacher. class.
The homeroom teacher greeted me with a friendly smile and then invited me to sit in the empty seat a little back because the front seat was full.
After a little discussion, there were several question and answer sessions between the students' guardians and students' guardians.
I feel that some people pay attention to my appearance maybe because I'm still very young here and yes that's what I said earlier that the appearance of the mothers in this village is very, very not according to my appearance taste, they wear clothes that match colors with sizes. oversized according to their body size, I also don't like wearing gold jewelry that is too much attached to the body. I don't think it's me, and the women in this village wear all their jewelry at important moments like today.
Like one of the homeroom teachers who is now coming to the front of the class, she takes out an envelope from his bag which is red like pepper ripe color, if you look at the rows of gold hanging on his body, she must be an established or wealthy person in this village and maybe also quite famous because when she stood up everyone clapped for her, and I just joined in the clapping.
"Wow, what is it, Madam Chen?"
Bomb! My heart feels like it's about to burst, did I hear right? Mrs. Chen? Oh, there are not many names of people named Chen in this village, although in my heart I feel very afraid if the woman standing in front of there is the wife of my secret lover at school.
"This is just a thank you to the teacher for educating our son. His father took the initiative because he is also a teacher so he knows very well how to respect teachers." The woman said while watching her hair back.
Teacher?
My heart explodes like a bomb, and suddenly my palms feel cold and sweaty.
So she is Chen's wife? And the son sitting on the chair with the woman earlier, is he Chen's son? But hasn't he said that she has a toddler and a baby? I couldn't believe what I was seeing right now and I didn't realize my face looked so tense, and I didn't even hear that my neighbor's boy's name had been called twice by his homeroom teacher and it was time for me to go to the homeroom teacher desk.
When the neighbor boy poked my hand I woke up from my daydream. "Yes?" I asked nervously the boy sitting beside me.
"Miss, the teacher is calling you to come forward, it's time to take my report card." The boy whispered to me.
I immediately looked up and saw a faint smile on the lips of my neighbor's homeroom teacher. I nervously got out of the table and started to stand up, approaching the teacher's desk where we had to face each other closely to evaluate the learning outcomes of students.
."Wow, is this lady Zio's family?" The teacher asked me, who was still having a panic attack and could only nod slowly.
"So beautiful and different from Zio huh?"
.I feel like everyone is watching me right now but that's not what I'm concentrating on right now, I feel like Chen's wife is watching me more closely as if she was tearing my clothes and making me naked.
'So you're my husband's mistress?'
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