ELECTORAL MAN
Letter of Agreement

I have decided to be quiet and will remain silent. No one should know the harsh reality I received in domestic life. No one should know that I've been stuck in a marriage charade. I have agreed and the Bald One has also agreed. My relationship with him is like a business partner. The agreement is also being prepared by him.

In front of Mom and Dad, I always try to smile. Aah, pity my parents. At their current age, they should not be made difficult. I would be guilty if I made them sad. The faces of both of them seemed to welcome my arrival.

Satisfied chatting with Father and Mother, I also ordered an online motorcycle taxi and then say goodbye home.

"Ninis, go home first ma'am. Farid came home the night. So he can't get Ninis. Ninis also have to continue work at home."

"Oh yes already, I pray that you get pregnant soon, yes Nduk." Mom kissed my forehead.

Then mom was busy in the kitchen wrapping up some food for me to take home. Mother always was. Always, set aside food for his children to take home, no matter at home, his children are cooked or not.

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"This is Nis's letter of agreement. Please read it. Obviously, I will not deny the contents of the agreement. If you're done fixing it, I'll give it all up."

I'm speechless. "Later to read Mas. Now I want to take a shower. Sultry."

Tumben he's home fast. It's only half-eight in the night. And he's home. Just surprise me. He usually comes home at midnight. Eeh, but that was yes, before he revealed everything. Now he's been honest with me, so there's no reason for him to avoid me. Going home at night or coming home during the day won't make me feel weird or suspicious. Bodo.

It feels so fresh after a shower. The journey from your home to this house takes 40 minutes if not jammed. It was quite jammed, about 15 minutes. The hours people go home from work always add to the density of traffic. Sitting on the motorcycle seat too.

"What do you want to eat, Nis? we'll just deliver an order for dinner."

I rushed straight out the package from my mother. Oh God Mother.... So repot-repot. There is rice, vegetable soup, anchovy sauce with beans and tempe flour. There are bridal potatoes too, and a few pieces of tofu fill.

"Mas Farid ordered food. I'll just eat this. Honey, if it's not eaten later. Mubazir's." Saying me.

I'm not sure the Baldies would want to eat a simple meal like this. Let this be for me alone.

"Loh why? what did you bring?" She's curious.

"Geez, I also like gini rich food. I'm eating this, yeah. Hmmm, it must be delicious. I love it, sambel teri with gini-rich beans. The flour also looks good."

Hmmmmmmm. I did not expect. He also loves simple food like this.

That night we ate together. Again, she complimented my mother's cooking. He also told me about his mother who was also smart to cook, about her favorite foods and favorite menus in her restaurant subscription. Turns out he's a culinary lover.

The chatter about the food made him look relaxed that night. He was not as nervous as usual. While chatting, I read and studied again the contents of the agreement.

"Once again, I'm sorry Nis." He said that word again.

I'm still focusing on the paper I hold. This crazy is really amazing. I could be a billionaire.

Seriate.