I AM HAPPY WITHOUT YOU!!!
I AM HAPPY WITHOUT YOU!!! CHAPTER 1

That night I was designing a wedding dress. In between my activities, my concentration was overwhelmed by the sound of a cell phone that kept ringing.

The phone above the nightstand I immediately picked up, a message from my best friend Mila.

"Well, where's your husband?" a message from Mila that made me round my eyes.

How could he ask me when I said yesterday that my husband was working out of town.

"Oh my goodness, Mil. The nights you chat I just want to ask you that, "reply me.

"I'm serious Shah" he replied again.

"Against work out of town" I relaxed, sipping my favorite caffe latte.

Before long, Mila sent a 10-minute video, someone who was saying ijab qabul. I hardened the volume again, because the voice of the man was very familiar to my hearing.

The video was taken from behind and could not see the voice's face. I could only see a posture that was also very similar to that of Mas Fahri.

"This man's voice looks like Mas Fahri" I muttered and prayed that it would be just a similar voice.

"Dad, no matter what happens I hope you stay patient, "message from Mila again.

I'd love to keep thinking positive, but reading the chat from Mila makes my heart restless and upset.

I looked closely at the video, the hand adorned with henna welcoming the bridegroom's hand. He kissed the hand solemnly like a newlywed and was followed by a friendly kiss that landed on the bride's forehead.

Out of nowhere who filmed this, until only the face from the side when he was peeping his female forehead. Again, this chest rumbled when I saw a face I knew so well.

After a few minutes, Mila returned to send the video as soon as I opened and did not wait long.

When I opened the video, I felt very familiar with the woman whose body was wrapped in ivory white kebaya. It seemed like he was feeling very happy, visible from the ever-expanding smile on his face.

Yes, that woman is Kyai Muhsin's daughter, Mas Fahri once introduced me, when I joined Mas Fahri to send Kiyai Muhsin at the final rest.

"I'm tired of rest" the voice I heard in the video and there I saw the groom's face clearly, he was still wearing a black suit and maroon red sheath . The same scabbard I bought a while ago.

I zoomed in on the phone screen as the video pointed to the groom's face. Shok, angry , wanted to scream when the man who was holding the reception was Mas Fahri, my husband.

It was so bad that I clawed at them both, how did Mas Fahri's heart betray me like this.

I cried all night, not that I wept for Mas Fahri's betrayal, but that I wept for my stupidity. All this time I was so overwhelmed by Mas Fahri's romance that I didn't realize he was playing with fire behind me.

I rubbed my tears and immediately grabbed the phone that was on the bed. I'm looking for my husband's number I named hubby. Ah , seeing the name I pinned on her contact number makes me feel even more stupid .

After finding the hubby name I immediately pushed the green button and before long the voice across there sounded. Not waiting for long, I asked him to come home tonight as well and I didn't want to know...