ELECTORAL MAN
All Amazed

"Hey Nis's... Oh my God, who is. Manglingi is out of wedlock. Eeh, not still on vacation huh. What about the honeymoon? where aja? I'm in already!" Ms. Susan strapped me with questions.

"Not anywhere, ma'am. Farid is busy. Instead of getting bored at home, keep me going to school. Here, you're happier, you meet, you meet students..."Anwser me.

"Where do we live now?" ask again.

"On Bogenville Housing, Space Road." Anwser me.

"Well! Bogenville Housing?" Miss Susan is wide-eyed.

"Excellent Nis. Your husband must be shitty....The house there is nothing cheap. It's an elite complex." Miss Susan looks so excited.

"You're lucky Nis. Fate's good. Although late in marriage, your soul mate is not a random person. Tajir's lawyer." Susan patted my shoulder enthusiastically.

"Enter class first yes Nis. Talk again, yeah!" abugn.

I nodded. I walked towards the corridor and entered the operator's room. The operator's room which is also my workspace is next to the principal's room.

Bu Endang's room looked empty. It seems he is not in place. Oh yes, every Monday Ms. Endang will have apples and meetings in the Office of the Education Office.

I did not stop by the teacher's room. Later, I thought. Being in this room, like resurrecting my memory. Yes, in this room, for the first time Ms. Endang invited me to talk about her intention to introduce me to the Bald One. In this room too, I often smile myself, when Bu Endang teases me or when reading WA messages from the Bald.

Stop, Nis. Remembering it all will only make you weak. You must be strong! I said in my heart.

So I started to focus again on my work of inputting dapodic data. Until the time showed at twelve and my stomach started to feel hungry.

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"Here we go...Newlyweds...." I'm appalled. Miss Probo pulled my hand and kissed my cheek.

"Congratulations, dear. Very lucky for your fate. She is now a socialite lady. Anytime, we can have a show at your house." Miss Probo whispered in my ear.

Deg. I just smiled thinly. Suddenly Miss Probo pulled me into the middle of the teacher's room while exclaiming..

"Friends, tomorrow - tomorrow if there is a gathering at the house of Neng Ninis... He now lives in Bogenville.. She's a socialite now... Uhuy!"

What the fuck. All eyes are looking at me. Miss Susan and Miss Wuri were whispering. I'm getting uncomfortable.

The tacky action of Bu Probo really made me uncomfortable. I also told him.

"What the hell is Mom? ordinary times. How much is that overrated, huh?"

Bu Probo. Maybe he didn't think I'd say that to him. I looked at him with a look that made him feel uncomfortable.

"Sorry Mom.. I stepped out of his position still in front of the teacher's room. Some people still look at me while looking at me. The rest, focus on each other's activities.

In fact, Mr. Black immediately made a heartfelt comment as soon as I walked in front of him.

"Already, so big madam huh.. The way is different now. Gorgeous. Great yes... Close to the top directly up the class..."

God fucking. What does it mean to say that? my ears are very clear to hear. Patience Nis. Patience... My emotions almost peaked, but instantly receded as the Queen immediately rebuked Mr. Black.

"Astagfirullah, sir. Her mouth..!"

Even a quiet Queen Mother reacted immediately. Just look, if tomorrow he's still lying down, I won't stay silent.

Miss Susan, Miss Probo, and Mr. Black, all three are compact when it comes to signaling people's business. The three of them have almost the same nature. Always want to know the affairs of people, sirik and do not want to be defeated.

Apparently when I was in the operator's room, Ms. Susan immediately informed some teachers that I now live in a Bogenville housing, if my life is now much more established, I live a luxurious life, I live a luxurious life, et cetera. And Mr. Probo and Mr. Black gave comments so that the chat about me became more savory and could be trending.

One of his comments was that I, a Ninis, an honorary teacher at this school who thanks to my closeness to the leader, namely Bu Endang, was finally able to marry and marry a famous lawyer. And now, my social strata have gone up, from honorary guru with ordinary income to great mistress. Hadeuhwu.... Forgive the mouths of these men.

They must have been amazed, not believing it could even be sirik see my condition now. I also don't know who the source is, who says that my husband is a civil defense attorney.

As I recall, when I got married yesterday, I did not tell anyone about the profession of the Bald One. Including about its safety.

And I'm sure, Ms. Endang is also not the bucket type. He wouldn't tell anyone about his success introducing me to Mas Farid. He is not the type to talk a lot.

Someone must be curious to find information about it all. And so you know, in shock. It may also be unexpected and could be a syringe. Who else if not the triad nyinyir plot...

Bu Probo and Miss Susan are great when it comes to finding information. Their eyes and ears are very sophisticated in making observations and investigations related to any information in this school. Especially about the latest rumors. Although sometimes the information they convey likes far with the original version, aliases are exaggerated.

And the one who usually gets the part of the role exaggerates it is Mr. Black. Who else, if not him.... Everyone in this school already knows very well how football is in the business of exaggerating speech.

Including news about me. Someone must have been curious about my life after marriage and then found out in detail. Huuuft, I sighed...They really are.

It doesn't feel like it's afternoon. I started getting ready to go home.

"Bak Ninis wants to go home with me? I also want to go to Bogenville. But wait for the spread yes, my husband is still on the road, about fifteen more minutes just arrived." The Queen offers

"Thank you Ma. I'm going first. Coincidentally want to stop by the parents' house first." I am also very happy.

On the way to my parents' house my mind raged back. Sadness, disappointment, anger, mixed again into one. Again I have to be conscious. This isn't a dream. This is a reality I have to face. And I wasn't determined to stay strong.

I'm just scared. Fear will not be strong and tell everything to Mom.

Oh, God strengthen me....I can't look sad. I have to look happy and cheerful.

Seriate.