Apparently, I'm Not the First Wife.
I'm ready to be widowed.

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"My answer is, who is Ameena?" aurora asked who this time dared to stare at the two sharp neutrals belonging to the man who knew all about her husband's secrets.

"Ameena?"

"Yes, tell me," beg Aurora again.

Indra took a deep breath, and he called one of the servants to ask for a paper and pen, writing an address completely unknown to Aurora.

"City A,?" ask her with both eyebrows interlocked.

"Yes, I can't say anything because it's about your household, if I knew about Ameena it was before you got married. Just come if you are curious, you can ask for clarity on Leo there," replied Indra who this time spoke not as formal as yesterday.

"He's there?"

"Hem, don't ask me something you actually know" Indra said.

The man leaned with both hands folded on his chest, Indra was quite impressed by the attitude of the veiled woman in front of him who still looked calm despite her two eyes glazed over.

Indra knew his best friend's wife had many wounds and asked, he also knew how Leo had not been able to play his role as a full husband, but Indra could not do much except be a good listener.

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After exiting the Resto, Aurora rushed to the address that Indra had given her. She who never went anywhere herself this time was desperate to meet her husband. City A is not a city that is too far although it has to pass through other cities. At least it didn't take a day last night to get there.

Aurora who is not used to driving her own car must pull over many times to stretch her muscles, not forgetting she also eats and drinks even though it feels bland and even difficult to swallow. All he did to get what had been stuck in his heart.

The car was running quite slowly at a low speed when he reached the same address as the one on the paper, a residential complex area that was quite quiet even he could not ask anyone.

"Number 15" murmured Aurora as she watched each house with the same fence and model.

"It's 11, which means it's not far from here" he continued, starting to believe.

Aurora pulled her car over the side of the road because there was no parking space anymore, with a feeling that somehow she now dared to go down and approach the house.

The little prayer beads that never left his hands seemed to strengthen the steps that were now getting closer. And her legs were immediately limp when she clearly saw her husband's car in the garage there.

'Mas, I'm sincere if I have to be widowed after coming home from here, because I'm not as strong as you think.'

Tears that were as strong as he could bear finally spilled wet the veil that covered his beautiful face that only the husband knew, but the man actually never enjoyed the creation of God.

Almost 10 minutes finally Aurora was calm again, she cleared her throat many times to normalize her voice so as not to be too hoarse. With the rest of the energy he had gathered, he ventured to touch the bell that was on the side of the fence.

The loud voice went out again and again until Aurora finally heard a sahutah from within.

"Yaaaaa, wait," answered the voice which turned out to be the voice of a young woman. Aurora could only smile bitterly behind her wet veil, she would begin to prepare for whatever she saw now.

Czechoslovak.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mba," Aurora said politely when the fence was successfully opened, she would not put forward her ego and emotions before knowing what really happened.

"Waalaikum greetings, find who?" ask the woman who is also dynamic but not veiled.

"Sorry before, is this Ameena's residence?" Aurora asked in a stern tone, how painful her heart is when it comes to naming another woman with her own lips.

"Hem--" the woman seemed to think for a moment before they finally heard another voice shouting from inside the house.

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Who's coming, Dek?