Humiliated Husband Family
Chapters. 37. Netizen Comments

I heard from my ex-husband who got married again. Because, I contracted a house in the village next door. One of the parents of a student from Heru school, befriended one of the social media with the flirtatious widow. Astagfirullah, I accidentally always cursed and said Jelita.

May they be happy for each other. Especially mother. Hopefully, this time he really grabbed the pride of having a rich and beautiful daughter-in-law.

"Pantes just do it, move the bow. His wife, he can't take care of himself,"

I heard that occasionally the parents of the students talked about the state of my household. They just look from the outside and then judge. The one thing that keeps me from thinking is. They are both women like me, but somehow they just defend the decision mas Azam without knowing the actual circumstances.

Once again, the shape of my body is made into a material of ridicule and profusion of error. I allowed the sling of a slump-like kangaroo. Lulu started not being able to stay still. He wanted to get down and walk. Meanwhile, his brother is soon out of class.

"Now mah, we become bini kudu more glowing than the actor. If you are careless and can not take care of yourself. Hem, get ready for our gigs to be embat."

I heard them talking about me again. Although there is no mention of names. But I'm sure the woman they're commenting on is me. Finally out of curiosity, I peeked at the post, Jelita.

The deg!

This heart beats faster. Both of them seemed so happy on top of my suffering. It has been more than a week, Azam my ex-husband, did not contact me at all to ask the situation of his two children.

Tega you! Especially you, mom!

Not knowing the shame, Jelita slipped a caption.

Yeayy, win.

Let go, the handsome one from his suffering all along!

My chest suddenly rumbled. I would love to post a comment there. But once again, my common sense dominates. Why do I care about them anymore. Do whatever and say what. Better, I just focus on my two children and also some projects in front of my eyes.

I am thankful that God gave me a clean mind and could think before I acted. I will no longer lower my pride to anyone.

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A few days later, the reward for my novel being adapted into a web series went down. Grateful again, the twenty-five million dollars went down along with the salary of how many of my online novels had unexpectedly become booming.

I'm taking you, Dina. My best friend is the only one willing to accept when I'm at the bottom. He always gives me solutions rather than just judging. Hence, I will never forget him when, success slowly approached me.

I, asked him to accompany me shopping while pleasing my two children. As it turned out, Dina taught me to care for the salon and also shop for clothes and accessories at the boutique. The cost of clothes here is quite expensive for me. But, said, this Dina is one of the cheapest boutiques available to the middle class.

So, if there is a game in the bandrol at a price of seven hundred to one and a half million it is reasonable, said Dina. But not with me. I creeped on him.

Finally, I dragged him to look for discounted items. After all, you can't be wasteful and selfish. The money I have will be saved for the future of my two children. Because, papa they seem to forget. Mas Azam carries out his threat that will not provide any benefits for his two children.

"Look at you, Dina. If shopping there, spent three million I only get a piece of gamis and also a piece of Khimar. But you see about us. By buying discounted items also it can still be stylish and fashionable. With the same amount but we get more different stuff." I said with a smile until I saw all my teeth.

"Yes yes, you're right, Lika. Emang yes, let's say already a lot of docu, you still remain unpretentious Lika. I'm not wrong, you, I'm a friend."

Dina also smiled, after being satisfied shopping and candidates, we intended to pick up, Heru and Lulu who I put in one of the day care. It is still one building with this shopping center.

When I was about to turn, someone hit me on the shoulder.

I too, because the man who hit me, looks to be chasing someone.

"Astagfirullah, sorry!"

I looked up as I rubbed my slightly linu shoulders. Not to mention my back hitting the wall. I gasped for a moment. Seems like I've seen it, but where?

"Sir, gapapa .. kan-" The man looked at me intensely. Really, I can't take my eyes off her.

"Oh my God, Azura!" his contact made me recognize him.

"Dimas, huh?" many doubt.

The dimpled man, smiling sweetly. It's the same as it was a few years ago.

...Seriate...