Humiliated Husband Family
Chapters. 26. Should I beg for your love?

She would not say what she felt in her heart. But he will show it with attitude.

Therefore, learn to be sensitive.

To him.

Because, a woman will be faithful by your side if her heart is happy.

His presence is appreciated.

Despite the insults and insults, he hit the wound in his heart.

However, he will be strong as long as there is a shoulder from the man who became his soul mate.

But he will go and leave you.

When his tiredness is no longer cherished, his deeds are no longer considered, his sacrifice no longer matters.

At that time, he will leave without looking at you again.

Because, he left carrying wounds and also disappointment.

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"Just calm down, Ma'am. God willing I am ready" I replied trying to stay calm and smile. What my heart feels, that flirtatious widow must never know. Let it be, for him this is a normal problem for me.

I won't let him laugh, on top of my suffering. Look, I won't cry over fate.

When our presence is no longer desired, our existence is no longer expected, then what is your reason for surviving?

Later that night, I tried to hold Azam's mas in our room. Right now, I need clarity.

"Mas, Adek kasa .. there is something you want to say. Say it, don't hold it. Rather, I heard it from someone else's mouth. Better, it's all coming out of your mouth" I said as usual. As if, this matter we are going to talk about is not a big one.

"I think you understand" replied my husband, lightly. Right now, we are in front of the television. Sit both on the sofa bed. Not to forget I prepared coffee and also his favorite snacks. Peanut chocolate toast. I bought the ingredients this afternoon. Keep it in the room, and burn it using a waffle grill. That thing, I bought online, shopping cheap eleven-eleven.

I purposely hid it in my room. If the house people know, especially Mother .. can be crowded they ask this and that. Later if the cost of electricity rises, I will be blamed. In fact, we are very economical. Only a fan attached to the ceiling of the room. Alias fan propeller.

While the room, Nela and also Mother. Using AC. Do I protest, even though paying electricity using a salary from Azam mas? Nah! I can't possibly protest that my husband doesn't mind. My husband cannot get cold.

"I understand how, Mas. Wong who spoke with me, just the same mother as Jelita," I said still trying to put on a friendly face with a sweet smile as sweet as her.

I see, Azam gasped for a moment. When I mentioned the name of that flirtatious widow. But I pretended I didn't know. I don't know what they're hiding.

"Well, what did Jelita say?" ask Mas Azam. My husband is hiding something. But I try to be ordinary. I should be able to hold this feeling. The sudden pain and disappointment made me want to cry loudly in front of her.

My little heart commands itself to beg of her, begging for her love again. However, my logic says ... for what? Would I die without his love? Would I be lacking without his affection? After all, during these few months, I have even gotten used to living as if without her. Even though, our status is still the same. Even though our home is still one roof.

Didn't it? I can handle everything myself. The needs of my children are also my needs. I, can even work while taking care of two super active toddlers.

With no help from Azam's family or from him as my husband. The accident, not only took freedom from Azam. But it also took away her loving and caring attitude. The treatment is gentle and full of warmth.

Now, the fallout is gone. My husband's happiness is slowly returning. His health gradually recovered.

But, her love and attitude were early in our marriage. He left and never came back.

Should I cry this?

Can I regret it?

...Seriate...