A WIFE'S TEARS BEHIND A CLOWN COSTUME
ARumi POV

Arumi Pov. Pov Arumi we'll give you two chapters, yeah. Happy reading.

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Have you ever felt that living in this world was unfair?

If I had, even often. Now I'm kneeling in the grave of the man who a few years ago asked me to, he's the man who is my husband and father of my son. He had already rested quietly after trying to fight the illness that was attacking his limbs. Yes, my husband has end-stage brain cancer, which makes him unable to survive any longer in the world. All efforts have been made so that my husband can be cured, but the results remain the same, the disease suffered by my husband too quickly gnawed at his brain cells, paralyzed his limbs, he said, he could not survive because of the pain.

In the past, Mas Affan and I were married because they were married. She is ten years older than me. At that time I refused her proposal. But, because both my parents kept pushing, I finally agreed. My parents said, Mas Affan is a good man, mature and so established, they trust me so much to leave Mas Affan.

During the four years we were married, Mas Affan treated me very well and special, I who did not love him at first, not interested in him even a little bit that I consider old. Finally I was crushed also because of his kindness and patience to face my spoiled and childish attitude.

When I had dropped my heart completely to Mas Affan, suddenly the bad news I had to accept. Affan fell unconscious while he was in his restaurant. He's been taken to the hospital, I can hear from his employees quickly drive my car to the hospital. When I got to the hospital, I set my foot wide towards the room where Mas Affan was. When I got into the room, I sat down with tears in my eyes in the chair facing Mas Affan. I looked at my unconscious husband with a broken feeling, his face looking so pale. After that the doctor who handles Mas Affan explained what disease Mas Affan was suffering from. I didn't believe it at first, I wanted to deny reality, but, yeah, that's how it is, sometimes I think I've been in the game by fate. It turned out that Mas Affan had been hiding about the illness he was suffering from me. He said he didn't want to worry me.

At the age of our fourth marriage, we were gifted a very beautiful and clever daughter, Prisca her name, but we usually call her Caca. Caca was only three years old. And at the age of Caca the third year, Mas Affan died leaving a million sorrows in my life.

After the departure of Mas Affan, long I slumped. I always busy myself with work, I routinely check all branches of the restaurant that Mas Affan left for me. Yes, only for me and my daughter all the property of Mas Affan inherited, because the parents of Mas Affan are gone, even siblings he does not have, because Mas Affan was raised in the orphanage. That's how I know. Thanks to his persistence in working, so that he can build his restaurant everywhere, with visitors who are always crowded.

I've been widowed for three years, Caca is six years old. But I still can't find a replacement for Mas Affan who can make my heart shake. Until the figure of the man I met, the man who managed to make my days brighter just by imagining his face.

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That morning, I wanted to visit my restaurant in the city center. Caca I put it in my parents' house, it's my duty. I drove my four-wheeled vehicle at moderate speed, but, when I was near the city park, suddenly the tires of the car I was steering deflated. I stepped on the brake pedal quickly under a shady tree on the side of the road. I was very upset that morning. I hit the steering wheel repeatedly. After that I got out of the car by hitting the car door a little rough. As soon as I got outside, I walked towards the flat tire, I kicked it several times to vent my frustration. After I was satisfied, I finally gave up. My gaze was fixed towards the front, I saw not far in front of me there was a group of ojekers who were like being shaken. I decided to walk there trying to cover my face from the hot sun. I looked at the clock on my wrist, it was natural that the sun was already hot, because the hour hand had already shown eleven o'clock passing. When I was near the taxi driver. I greet them, ''ojek, huh?'' I asked with a little breath. I felt tired after walking a long distance.

''Okay, can you take me home? My car there, the tire deflated.'' My finger pointed towards my car which was under the tree.

''Alright, let me bring the beautiful.'' said the Father who was quickly and a fixed directed gaze towards me. I feel uncomfortable because of it. My clothes are open, but I don't like someone looking at me with a flirtatious look. I was silent for a moment, while choosing a taxi driver that I felt fit to carry my beautiful body. Finally I chose a man who had a very handsome face, his face was like an actor. I noticed that the man was just silent. And from earlier I had secretly noticed his movements.

''Ah, sorry. I don't want to be with you, I want to be with this Mas only, '' I said while pointing at the man I meant. Then the man smiled at me. Her smile is so sweet. I felt my heart rustle smoothly as I looked at her smiling face. I felt like I was in love at first sight. The charm of this man is amazing.

After that the man I didn't know his name stuck his helmet in my direction. I greeted quickly, then I got on the bike, I sat behind the man, my hands clinging to his waist covered in a black leather jacket.

After that he turned on the motor, then the motor drove splitting the road. Before the motor carrying my body drove, I heard his friend throw a joke, You know, Neng, the same handsome one. Watch out Setya, do not forget the same young boy at home because the smooth thighs.'' that's what I heard. So the name of the man in front of me is Setya, and he already has a wife and children. I was heartbroken to hear the truth.

The motor is still traveling at medium speed. I sat a little restless in the back. My hands never remained silent. I wanted to steal the attention of the man in front of me. But I don't know how. I often dress openly, but when it comes to flirting with men and other romance issues, I still take a little care of myself.

Because it did not get the attention of the man in front of me, I finally began to open the conversation first.

''Dow, it is very hot, yes, Mas.'' cried me with a voice in soft.

''Yes.'' replied the man briefly. I feel a little ignored by him. Finally I threw a question again, the man in front of me also answered so briefly as well. I didn't give up, I finally asked again, I felt more and more challenged with a man like Setya. I'm usually the one who's always teased by a guy. But, right now I want to, I'm the one who teases the man in front of me. I don't care if he has kids and a wife, the most important thing is that I can be happy in my own way. After a while our conversation finally began to connect, especially when he said he could drive, I felt there was a chance to approach him. I offered to be my personal driver. I don't know, I don't know why I can think weird. From the first time I saw this man in front of me, I felt more and more excited about living my life. Looks like the flowers of love have grown without me. I decided that Setya would just take me to my house. Work business I think next time, let me take a day off first. After I told me my home address, not long after that the motor that took me stopped right in front of the fence of my house. I got off Setya's bike, I took off the helmet and handed it back to him. Before I paid for his motorcycle service, I took the time to ask for his mobile number first. Because my offer to make him my personal driver was serious. He finally gave me his cell phone number. After that I gave you a hundred thousand notes. Setya took it fast, then he wanted to give me change. I refuse in a subtle way, No need, Mas. The return is for Mas only.'' said me with a knotty smile. After saying that, I passed inside along with the sound of the motor sounding away. I went into the house with my lips drawn in. I don't know, I feel like I'm in the heat. Love is strange, it comes so quickly, but to get the person we love needs a struggle that is not easy. Moreover, that man was the husband of people. But I won't give up, Setya should be mine. I won't let fate play me again by making me fall in love with someone's husband, then I can't get the person I love because of that status. And in the end I was hurt again. Nah! I'm not gonna let that happen. I have to pursue something that makes me happy and get back to living my life. Even though I have to snatch the source of my happiness from another woman. I have many treasures, I think with the treasures I have, I will get Setya easily.

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