A Cup of Black Coffee
Chapter 1

She's a polite, gentle and patient girl. The parasites are beautiful, the words and behavior are like a noble.

I who come from an ordinary and simple family sometimes feel very inferior to be able to edit it.

We got married because in a match, my father and his brother had studied together at a faculty and were close friends.

It was there that they once made a promise to tie the family to their descendant. Starting from my father-in-law who gave birth to a son and my mother gave birth to me who could not possibly unite.

Then Saeba was born, but when they wanted to realize the family bond relationship they had planned, my brother-in-law was actually paired with the child of the owner of a prominent boarding school.

Reluctant to refuse, my father-in-law asked me to marry his youngest daughter and my sister to marry his niece.

My wife who was in her S2 education at that time asked for time to finish her education first, be my sister who married stepping over me.

After her graduation, my in-laws requested that our family immediately ask for her daughter, as they could not wait to get a message right away.

Three months we had a housewife. Everything feels perfect, sweet life like a couple we live happily.

Before ....

Everything's unraveling.

I who never knew at every prayer night that always cried heartbreakingly was not saying my name.

He harbored his own feelings for the sake of his dedication to his beloved father.

He loves a man he can't possibly have because of me.

Oh God, what is this? Why we should be tested at the beginning of this marriage.

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"M-mas?" I was nervous when I saw him sitting in the kitchen.

He just came out of our second room. His face pias, maybe afraid I heard his prayer.

I smiled, I couldn't blame him because we didn't know each other well enough.

"Sir, has he prayed?" I try to be ordinary.

He hesitated, I knew he was scared. But I can't be angry, I want to know who this lucky guy my perfect wife loves.

Of jealousy? Sure oes.

But I realized that I didn't really love her, not because I loved other women, but because it didn't grow, because our relationship was awkward.

Now I know the cause of my wife as stiff against me because in her heart already imprinted another man.

I am angry at myself for failing to cultivate the love between us.

Was my attention lacking all this time? I asked in my heart.

The next morning, we were getting awkward, I don't know how I felt.

Last night after making sure Hulya slept I rushed towards the second room. The room I've never been in because I thought there was nothing there.

Turns out wrong, it was in that room that all my wife's secrets were.

This house is the one I bought with my parents.

My parents were embarrassed to bring Hulya who was born into the family to live in a rented house.

My father-in-law never bothered me where I would take his daughter.

His advice at the time even made me think my father-in-law was a role model who understood religion very well, he never put me on the line as a son-in-law.

But my parents kept thinking about where to stay when they brought Hulya. Be this simple house where we live.

Hulya herself never protested or complained, if in her house she was treated like a princess, but in this house she wanted to do everything herself.

I was so ashamed I couldn't be as happy as my parents did.

Hulya did not feel angry or complain about housework when I was busy making a living.

Though he must be tired because he also still works as a teacher in the foundation owned by his family.

My in-laws have a pretty famous school, they never asked Hulya to help him.

But when I looked into my wife's eyes because of her desire to teach, to channel the knowledge she had acquired all this time, I asked my in-laws to let Hulya teach.

My wife smiled happily, that was her first smile that made my chest beat fast.

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In that room I found her diary, it was pretty, but I wanted to know what my wife really felt.

But bad, my heart was just like being pierced by a thousand swords, the pain was incredible, even making me cramped.

He said a word of love and longing for the person who had stolen his heart.

That was the name Hulya repeatedly wrote in red ink. A sign of her love for that man.

There was also my name, tucked in a thousand words of apology that he could never say to me because he hurt me.

At least Hulya knew she was hurting my heart. But what can I do if I never know what mistakes to forgive.

Does loving another man even before being with me include hurting? I don't know.

Should I be angry because I feel deceived? Then what am I supposed to do?

Forcing him to love me and forget that guy named Azam?

Maybe Hulya could lie again, the human heart no one knows except its creator.

I can't blame her for accepting this marriage either. I'm sure this is all he did because of his service to the parents.

I'd better return the book, I can't stand the tightness in my chest.

I lay down beside him, staring at him.

Suddenly tears came out of the corner of his eyes. I don't know what he's dreaming about, it's definitely not a good dream.

I wiped her tears and wiped her black mane. The hair that always smells like strawberries won me a lot.

What makes you happy my wife?

I also fell asleep because of the drowsiness that suddenly whack.

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"Mas between ya Dek," I bargained casually as usual.

For a second I saw his face change. All this time I only drove him to his teaching place a few times, maybe he was surprised because of my sudden attention.

"W-W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-wouldn't you trouble me?" nervous answer.

"Of course not dear, we have not talked together for a long time, sorry if you pay less attention to you yes," I said weakly.

He looked me in the eye, maybe he felt guilty, or maybe it was just my judgment.

"I'm glad to be noticed, it's just that I'm afraid to be spoiled" he replied, chuckling.

The smile returned, making my determination even stronger to snatch your love Hulya.

On the way we talked lightly, I'm sure he didn't suspect that I knew the secret.

I parked my four-wheeler in the parking lot for teachers and school staff, like.

My car is so sad compared to other cars.

Is this what makes Hulya embarrassed if it's between me?

Hulya's car is better than mine, far away ... Much better, though.

"Mas, daydreaming?" reprove me.

"I'm sorry, maybe you're ashamed of the car, Dek" I said with a tightness.

"What's this thing talking about! No, I'm proud of you, man," a lie that looks smooth on her tiny lips.

Maybe because he had lied often, made him more proficient, unfortunately I could no longer be fascinated by his praise to me.

I'm coming down, the thing I never did, usually I'll leave as soon as Hulya gets out of the car.

Hulya looked surprised, but after that she returned to her usual attitude. I feel alien to him now.

It could also be because I've never been sensitive to him.

"What do you want?" he asked with worried-looking eyes.

"Bu Hulya," interrupted one of the other teachers.

"Mother is waiting for Azam," he continued, after which he looked at me.

My body stiffened hearing Azam's name, was he the same person. Then I saw my wife who also looked nervous.

"This?" hulya's colleague stared for an explanation at my wife.

"He's my husband," he replied quickly without wanting to introduce us, I saw he was a little upset, could he be jealous?

"Sorry yes, we have a meeting" he said after that he went to take his partner by force.

Is my wife and the man she loves in the same place?

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