Berondong Keborangan My Wife
Intana Advice

Seeing Mila's rude attitude towards Intana. Samsul's thump moved and pulled Mila's hand firmly.

"Take him off Ma?" pekik Samsul while grabbing Mila's hand.

"Bad! Papa defend him?" Mila's getting out of control. He thrashed and tried to chase after Intana who ran into the room.

"Enough Ma!" screech Samsul while pushing Mila's body back until Mila falls staggering to the floor.

Apparently shouted Mila began to tease the front neighbor of his house who was standing with a look of wonder at the events that were taking place in front of their house.

Samsul quickly locked the door of his house.

"Look! Papa won't argue anymore. From now on Mama should accept him as your honey. If not! Mama can leave this place!"

Mila clenched her hand holding back the anger. She did not think her husband was that bad. His heart was as if it was sliced into razor-sharp irises that were so sharp, spitting out invisible blood.

Not a single sentence came out of his lips. No more fighting. Mila just stared intently at her husband.

As a man whose pride trampled on his wife. He did not want to let out his tears for the sake of the woman he had always believed in all this time.

Tega.

That's what Samsul had to do for the sake of his heartache which so sliced his inner self.

While Mila was just sitting in silence with tears endlessly flooding her cheeks.

"Tonight Papa will sleep in Intana's room, tomorrow Papa will sleep in Mama's room. So next. And Papa hope. Mama wants to make peace with Intana. He's gonna stay here."

After saying that. Samsul walked towards Intana's room.

"Pa!"

Mila's call stopped her steps.

"Pa. Just kill Mama" said Mila as she cried.

Samsul closed both his eyes. Torturing Mila's mind was enough to make her weak. He wants to end his conversation. But Samsul must be strong for the woman to realize. How painful it is to be betrayed by the person in love.

Samsul could have exposed Mila's crimes that day. But he wanted Mila to admit her mistake. And soon he'll divorce Mila.

And about the baby in his wife's womb. Samsul will take full responsibility if the baby is flesh blood. And if he wasn't, he would never have forgiven Mila in his entire life.

Mila kept crying. And Samsul was not one bit disturbed by the tears of his wife's crocodile.

Samsul then enters Intana's room and locks her up.

In the room. Intana was sitting on the edge of the bed with a sad face.

Samsul approached her and sat down beside her.

"I can't bear it" said Samsul with teary eyes.

"You should be able to. Your wife is outrageous, but if Mas's in doubt. Let's just end this charade" Intana said later.

Samsul was silent for a moment. Then he walked slowly closer to the key door to peek outside what his wife was doing.

There's no movement. Mila was still sitting while wiping away the tears that were unceasingly breaking on her cheeks.

Not even her tears had melted on her cheeks. Unable to see Mila's situation. But if you think of Deni. His wife's mistress. Samsul's heart was bleeding again.

I don't know how many times. The man slept with his wife. Remembering, one year Deni occupied the house next to him. If you remember that. His soul is in revolt. Mila should not be the only one being punished. Leaning should also be taught a lesson in accordance with his actions.

Samsul then turned his body sitting leaning against the door of the room while crying.

In front of him. Intana was looking at him with a million questions.

At first glance Intana heard the complaint made by Mila. And it was enough to make the inner Intana touched to hear it.

Gather all his courage. Intana said something that would probably offend the man sitting pitifully positioning his body, leaning against the door. Face bowed.

"Mas .. May I say something. But Mas promised not to be angry," said Intana his voice softly so as not to be heard by Mila who was outside.

Samsul raised his face slightly.

"Tell me what you want to know" whispered Samsul.

"What your wife said is true Mas .." asked Intana. And he was so curious about the complaint that was made by Mila.

Samsul froze. A moment of Intana's questioning made her slightly aware of her past mistakes. Where in the past, Mila often complained because of lack of attention from him. And that time. He ignored his wife's complaints.

But his shortcomings should not be made an excuse for him to freely sleep with other men. It was not that Samsul did not want to satisfy his wife in bed. But because he prioritizes his work for the future of his life.

But it turns out that lack. It even became a Boomerang in his home life.

"Mas .. if the guest does not want to answer it, you should not answer. I'm not forcing it."

"Is it important."

"Woman of Mila's age. Moreover, he has no children. Of course he will feel lonely, and that's what makes him look for busyness in order to eliminate the loneliness. And, yeah. The inner workings in the household are as important as the material. The job of a husband is not just to give material. But satisfy your wife in bed. It is a joy for every wife anywhere in the world" some Intana reminded Samsul about the duty of the husband in addition to making a living.

For a moment Intana managed to touch the inner Samsul moved. As his office friend Dadang once said. Previously Mr. Dadang had explained about the importance of inner living for a husband for his wife.

"I never thought that far. So important is a husband to satisfy his wife" Samsul said as he got up and stood up to Intana who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Important. Sometimes to achieve that satisfaction. A woman can be desperate if her desires are not channeled."

"Congratulations? Meanin?"

"Ssttt .. don't be hard Mas .. your wife will hear .. " whispered Intana.

Samsul then walked slowly closer to Intana.

"Let's explain. Determined how ... " urged Samsul impatient.

Intana gave a small smile at the reaction of Samsul's already wrinkled face.

"Mas. Do you know, I have a friend named Aunt Lola. Every day she hangs out at the cafe looking for a young crowd to satisfy her high desires, which she never got from her husband. Not even one flocked, he could serve two flocked at once in one night. Even he dared to pay tens of millions to fulfill his desire."

"Huh. Seriously," Samsul swerved.

"This one is too plain. It happens in big cities. A lonely aunt thirsting for the mighty soul of a young man."

Samsul can only rub his chest to hear the story that was told Intana. He understands a little about the importance of a husband's attention to his wife.