
I reflexively let go of my hand that hugged Mario's neck, then pulled my lips that he was still sucking on
As soon as I stood up, a little run left Mario shouting my full name
And I was running so fast that Mario almost got near me, and then as fast as lightning pulled my hand so I stopped
"I'm sorry" said Mario
I could only swallow my mouth looking into his eyes
"I'm sorry Ntan, I don't know what I've done to you, but I'm really sorry, sorry I couldn't control my feelings" Mario continued in a sorry tone
"There's nothing Mario needs to forgive, because I'm wrong here too" I replied
"But what I said was honest"
I shook my head while pulling my hand, then walked back to the bike and then immediately got on the bike, turned on the engine and immediately pushed the bike and left Mario standing staring at my departure
Then I did not look back again, my heart was beating so fast so nervous I was
Along the way my mind was muddled and condemned my carelessness, many times I cursed in my heart to regret why I did the deed earlier, why I could not resist, why why why is that all that came to my mind
And I'm getting on my bike faster worrying that Mario's still chasing behind me
But I was a little relieved when Mario's car wasn't visible from my rearview mirror, which meant he wasn't following me
Though Intan who does not know, if Mario has been escorting behind him just that he drove his car slowly
And I who had reached the street aisle of my house more and more motorized with speed when I saw there was a group of mothers and mothers sitting around, I do not want if me and my family became the topic of their conversation again
Arriving in the courtyard, I immediately parked the motorbike and walked on the terrace. Just now I was sitting on the chair on the porch, the door was open
I glanced lazily when I saw my husband coming out of the house
"Have you gone home?"
I did not answer but tilted my body trying to turn my back on my husband so that he did not ask many more questions
And it seems like my husband is still trying to melt my heart, he went inside again and soon came out with a cold drink tumbler
"Definitely tired, ma?"
I only glanced at the tumbler he placed in front of me
"Where to order?"
"So far.." That's my only short answer and I'm still clueless.
"Mama's still mad?"
I was silent, again the video that Mario had shown flashed through my head if my husband not only yesterday he was nagging, but often
Taking a deep breath I looked at his face
"If it's the same thing, what are you doing, I'm doing too, how are you feeling?"
Mas Arif was silent, and for a few minutes I waited for an answer that could not be answered until I finally got up from the chair and went into the house
I went into Bobbi's room, laid my body there, stared at the ceiling with my eyes open, subconsciously touching my lips
Then I smiled embarrassedly and immediately covered my face
"God, why did this happen?" my mind is ashamed and sorry
But then the demon inside me whispered "Don't be ashamed Intan, your husband even further did this to you"
I got up, rubbed my face and then came out of the room because I heard the horn of Bobbi's shuttle car
As soon as I got to the door, I saw Bobbi sitting on her papa's lap, and then I slackened and turned back around
Just now I was about to step Bobbi yelled and ran towards me. He crazily put his hand on my hand, and I took him into the room, changed his clothes
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Ever since Mario kept sending me messages. It still hasn't changed and he never even talked about our kiss yesterday, and I'm getting more and more excited about every message he gets from her, moreover, the message is always a small attention message that I never get from mas Arif
Don't be tired, Ntan
Be a happy woman, don't be sad
Good luck, Ntan, I'm glad to see you're looking for money*
And there are many others, even sometimes the message contains a feeling of affection for me
And every time I finished reading Mario's message, I deleted it
And this afternoon again there is an office party who came to the house, carrying a letter to Arif mas
I who after putting warm tea and snacks, prefer to enter because I do not want to sit close to my husband anymore
I sat in the middle room, opened the phone and saw some short messages coming in on What's app and Messenger
So many incoming messages must be from Mario, I shook my head reading the message
"Oh my God, this man is really yes, don't you think his wife's feelings are this" I growled in my heart
More precisely I positioned Mario's wife I was, how I cried hysterically yesterday and was hurt when I found out that my husband was having an affair
And now what is this?, what can this also be called cheating?
Ah Mario, please do not break my heart, my mind
I immediately turned my head when I heard my husband call me, then I went ahead because his boss and some men who were quite far above our age wanted to say goodbye
"Well, this is a woman who....?" one of the men hung his sentence while staring at Mas Arif
With a smile I nodded
"Yes sir, I am a woman called mas Arif a maid yesterday" I replied with a smile
Mas Arif's face immediately changed as well as the four men standing in front of us at this moment
"That's not what I mean..."
Back I smiled
"It's okay sir, let me know how my husband's judgment has been the same as mine" I replied
The four gentlemen smiled in a bad way at me and then glanced at Arif
After the group that came from the office came home, I immediately went in and headed to the back porch, and mas Arif chased after my steps
"Ma wait ma, ma I can clear everything"
I who had been sitting on the back porch put a flat face and did not look towards the Arif mas whose face was made clear
"Ma I'm sorry, mama must be hurt by my words, but I swear, I don't mean to put my mama down"
I just smiled cynically at Arif's reply
"Pantes ya mas you often masquerade as women is not right, because I look like a maid" I replied still with a cynical smile while shaking my head
"No ma, no. I swear ma, papa never bedded with any woman"
"Oh yeah?"
I saw Arif's face stiffen
"I can't be beautiful like them, I can be much prettier than them if I want to, but I dress up mediocrely because I know how much money you give me each month, so I have to be frugal, if I want I can go to the salon every day, my hair can also be colored, I can also dress scantily, but for what?, I sell goods instead of selling the body like them"
Mas Arif's face stiffened again and I'm sure this time he felt insinuated by my answer
"Mas would rather pay them pretty, than make me beautiful" I continued with a cynical laugh
"Remember, there will be a day when the limits of my patience run out. And I can assure you that when that day comes, I will no longer be able to forgive you"
Mas Arif was still silent hearing my words, and I immediately got up leaving him alone who was sitting dumbstruck