(Who) I'm Without you
Almost Smitten Widow

Dinda POV

Today I have been dead for almost 72 hours. He was first left long after marriage. It turns out there's a thrill, too, hehe. Because meeting every day tucked bored when looking at it. He again, he again. If Nanda knew that I was tired of seeing her every day, she would have sulked and asked me to persuade her. Fucking baby! Old baby, to be exact.

But honestly, I miss him now. Missing the shadow that every time I focus on playing HP he will pass back and forth to get my attention. Or he'll just use his kol0r and dance in front of me. I miss my husband, miss all his crazy behavior.

Last night, I sent him a message. There are already some messages that I sent but still tick 1. I get it, there's no signal. And my husband is helping his friend who got the abuse. Who else if not Feza.

When asked, how do I feel? I'm doing fine. I'm not jealous. Because I know my husband is a loyal and responsible man. Back then, when we were dating I was the one who was very jealous between the two of us. But after marriage, everything turned around. Especially after she found out my ex-neighbor. Beuh, getting possessive. I'm even forbidden to have a working relationship with Ariel's company. He had never worked with him before.

Oh yeah, speaking of Ariel I remember something. Yesterday afternoon as Mama and I sat in front of the house, Om Setyo Ariel's father came to us. He is looking for Papa, it is only because he and my papa have been very familiar since the first time he just moved here. But we said, if papa hasn't come back yet, it's still out of town. He finally did not meet papa.

But then he asked me. He asked me about my news, where my husband is, and so on. After talking for a while, he went home.

Later that night, I found Ariel who again sent me a message via instagram. He knew that my husband was away, maybe Om Setyo told me. And he invited me to meet somewhere. I'm very relieved not to be a match with Ariel, because I think he's a petty man. Outside it looks like a faithful husband, but inside it is na'udzubillah. Already often the message was only I read but he still aggressively sent me a message. Through fake account again.

His wife did not know of his behavior. Even now his wife is pregnant and he still keeps calling his ex, which is me.

Because of Ariel's behavior. I also chose to block it. My husband is not there at the moment, but I still do not want to disappoint his trust.

And now I really miss my husband. I can't hold it anymore. Where's dia? No more going to the House this afternoon?

I read again the message I sent him.

Dinda➡Nanda's

Instead of waiting unclear thinking of you, I screw-up aja kitchen mama🤓😉

Dinda➡Nanda's

Last night I held

I got it last night

Long time miss I can't resist

But baby, your love was only last night

Then you went missing

Dinda➡Nanda's

My dear, you too, my dear

But baby, we're far apart

Dinda➡Nanda's

Just a info:

Husband not coming home

The wife of open BO

I giggled amusedly rereading all the messages I sent to Nanda. It turns out that if I'm missing, I'm as crazy as my husband.

Especially to send a fragment of the song lyrics that I often hear from Sherly's phone. Because the lyrics are spoiled, I like it. Maybe because I miss being spoiled. Or rather miss being caressed by her husband yaa hehehe. It's halal, don't be jealous.

The POV Dinda End

Before proceeding, absent thumbs first yuk

The next night after dinner, Nanda and Feza intend to go directly to Mr. Ratmo's house. While Mr. Prima stayed at the puskesmas to guard Rama.

"You guys don't take long. I'm really scared" Prima said as Feza and Nanda got ready to wear their own jackets. Because the night wind is not good for health.

"Yes sir. You just calm down, we're just a moment" replied Feza calm Mr. Prima.

"Nan, am I goosebumps?" ask Feza.

"Find the way" Nanda said. And Feza also dhikr in heart hoping to get to Mr. Ratmo's house soon.

Their journey was safe until Mr. Ratmo's house.

Tok.

"Excuse me" said Nanda from the outside.

Krieeeet

The door of the house is half open. I saw an 8-year-old girl who opened the door.

"Who?" tanyanya slow. Maybe he was afraid to meet strangers.

"Dec, is his father there?" feza asked kindly so that the child would not be afraid of him.

"Nothing" he said again with a soft voice.

"Where is this?" nanda asked, getting annoyed. The man was indeed in addition to still disagree with the idea of Feza to treat Rama to shaman, he was also upset because it had been a long journey to gripping eh until here Mr. Ratmonya does not exist.

"Lo calm down first" Feza told Nanda.

"Where's the father, Dek?" ask Feza to the girl.

"Udah is dead" he replied.

"Innalillahi" said Feza and Nanda. But both were astonished. Because the house is quiet, there are no yellow flags or even the usual events held when there are family members who died. Is it possible that the tradition of the people in this village is so?

Long silent outside the door, finally a middle-aged woman approached them.

"Who's up, Ndu?" ask the woman.

"Eh mbak this" he said who still remembered that Feza who had been looking for Mr. Ratmo this afternoon. Then he opened the door wide.

"Come in first, come on". He also allows Feza and Nanda to sit in his living room.

"I told my husband. You guys wait a minute, he is praying Isya" said the woman.

"Windu, ask your mother to make Mas and Mbak this warm tea" he ordered the boy.

"Yes Nek" then the boy entered the room at the end of the living room.

A few seconds later came a 25-year-old woman. He came out of the room, shaving his hair.

Feza who saw Nanda focus on looking at the woman immediately gave an elbow to her waist.

"Lo want to hang with Dinda?" feza said with a sharp look at Nanda.

Feza returned to talk with the mother after warning Nanda. Before long Mr. Ratmo also approached them in the living room.

"Sorry for a long time, I prayed first" he said while sitting next to his wife.

Nanda and Feza. They did not expect that the shaman they were looking for would look like an ustadz. Feza and Nanda continued to observe from head to toe.

"His shaman's kayak isn't in the movies?" cetus Nanda's.

Mr. Ratmo's son came to bring them warm tea. "What do you say is a shaman?" ask Ratih. The woman Nanda had noticed.

Feza and Nanda instantly regained consciousness. The two looked at each other.

"So, not a shaman?" nanda asked still with her "bego" face.

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