Genitese Widower
New Novel

The night shows the beautiful rays, the street lights of the capital city give a beautiful impression of the upper building. Showing the road that is always crowded by the traffic of vehicles, be it two wheels or four wheels. The glittering light so beautiful in the capital is sometimes blinding to the eyes that are not perfectly opened by a life that should be grateful for, beautiful lights are so blinding to the eyes of those who cannot see the beauty they have. The glitter of the lamp is not always friendly to people who thirst for high desires, until they begin to achieve it by justifying all means, making the eyes seem to be covered by desire.

Just like what is happening now, a man looks sharpen his eyes to pay attention to a pair of lovers who look like they are making out in a pail of night light. They seemed very happy spending time together, as if the world was theirs. The man seemed to look at the faces of the lovers, he felt familiar with the woman, he thought he recognized her. And somehow the curiosity is high for the woman. As if bewitched he continued to look at the lovers from his car, which he parked in front of one of the flower shops.

True Love, is the name of the flower shop, with a tulip logo that is also a symbol of the Ottoman Empire. The same tulip flower that the man holds today, as a symbol of sweet and romantic love. It was the flower that he always carried when returning from his service to his beloved wife, who was happy to take care of their child when he left them.

The male's pupils dilated, his hazel eyes seemed enlarged looking at who the woman was. His jaw hardened, his breath hunting. His hands squeezed tightly against the tulips he was carrying, his face flushed red. Yes the woman was his wife who was about to bring flowers, now holding flowers from others, the exact same flowers that he was holding. It was his wife's favorite flower, the flower he used to propose to her.

Sick?

Sure, don't ask again.

Disappointed?

Hugely.

The woman he has believed in, glorify as a woman who is very gracefully beautiful and able to maintain his love. Now in front of him the woman seemed to tear all her beliefs, stepping on her pride as a husband. Among his bad thoughts that raged, the man still had time to take his phone to photograph evidence of his wife's affair, his tears dripped. The deepest pain he felt, the woman he had been married to for about ten years, was now making out with another man, whom he did not know.

He was about to go down and find out who the man was, he now opened the door of his car, but suddenly a man came to rebuke him, because he was worried because he had never walked, ever since, and he has been in for a long time.

“Father is okay?”

“No I'm fine,” he said so, he tried to see his wife and dark lover who seemed to start moving from their place, they seemed to be walking towards a luxurious car that he seemed to recognize.

Ah shit! The man in the heart. “I'm sorry sir,” he said immediately rushed into his car, about to chase a car that seemed to have driven.

He drove his car after the car that took his wife, but fateful when at the crossroads, either fate or bad luck that came to him. He had to stop because the traffic current that now forced him to stop, now the lights turned red.

“Agh... shit! As in soap operas alone,” his murmur hit the iron rudder he used.

“If it can't now then I can wait for him to come home,” murmured later.

When the light changed to green, he turned towards his apartment, he would question his wife there. Along the way to get to his flat he still looks frustrated, greetings neighbors who live in the place he only answered sekhen.

The apartment they occupy is quite crowded, many of them prefer the place, because it is more efficient than renting a house. Moreover, buying a house is not the right choice when compared to their finances are fairly not too big, buying a patch of land is very expensive in the heart of the capital.

The man chuckles little at his whimper now, laughing at his stupidity all this time who is very trusting of his wife. But isn't it wrong to trust your partner completely? Yeah, not wrong. The wrong thing is to abuse people's trust. Just like his wife does now.

“Putra...” he realized that his son was not in the place, whether his wife took their child. The man immediately contacted his sister to ask her only son.

“Halo,” sounds like a woman picked up the phone, she sounds happy. Raising the phone while laughing.

“Silk there right?” the male slightly held his breath, restraining the vibration of his voice.

“Yes, brother when will he come home? Ohya ask brother Yanti, what time do you come home? Or is the Son sleeping here? You see the textbook here is also,” said the woman across there.

“Later yes,” that was all he could say.

Clik.

Heard the door of the flat open, he was sure it was his wife. “Yes first, brother close first. Assalamualaikum,” phone connection he disconnected unilaterally, before the one across said a reply.

"Where are you from?"

A voice that really surprised the woman, she was surprised to hear the voice of her husband who had walked from the inside.

"From going out" he said, trying to be relaxed in front of the man. All this time, he was not caught with his dagger. She thinks her husband bo*doh doesn't know what. "You've come home, Atala? When?"

"From now on" he said coldly. The man who used to be called Atala was now sitting down by removing his hand, trying to refrain from playing hands with women who had disappointed him. "Where are you going to come from?"

Atala was so upset that she called the woman by her name only. It really surprised Yanti. The man who had hazel eyes, and was tall in stature, and had a cross-faced look at him sharply. Yanti realized something was making her angry. Yanti tried to explain it, but there was no way she could be found out there must be someone complaining about it. Thought Yanti.

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