I LET MY HUSBAND CHEAT
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Quickly I closed my eyes again, pura pura fell asleep when I heard the sound of the door being opened. Tonight Mas Evan, back home at midnight. For the past three months he has been coming home late at night, which makes my heart unsettled, restless restless fidgety stuck in my chest, guess it's unclear what Evan did until midnight out there. Is he really cheating? like my suspicions all along. I once asked why my husband is late this often come home late. The answer is always the same, a lot of work in the office. He lied to me.

I got married to Mas Evan Hardika, after I graduated with a Bachelor of Education, after we previously had a relationship as a couple, more or less for three years. Enough to know each other. She got engaged and shortly after, decided to get married. Mas Evan at that time worked at a BUMD Company, with enough salary to support our small family.

A year after we married in the gift of a beautiful princess, whom we named Raisya Princess Evan. Mas Evan loved little Raisya, after returning from the office, Mas Evan always took the time to just play with our little daughter.

Until one day, at that time the age of Raisya about 4 years. Evan was getting late from the office. Going home often night on the grounds of overtime work, when I contacted his coworkers, his friend told him that Mas Evan was not overtime at the office, Mas Evan had gone home like his usual home hours.

My heart began to calm down, I began to re-create where Mas Evan was after office hours.I did not tell Mas Evan, if I already knew that the man was never overtime in the office, I did not tell Mas Evan, I feel as if I don't know anything

Evan went into the room and saw that I was asleep. Mas Evan then went to the bathroom, while Mas Evan was in the bathroom. This is my chance to check her phone. Because at the end of the day, the phone I can't touch. Always in his pocket, or held, when he is at home.

With a thumping feeling of fear, my hand reached out to his cell phone which he kept in the desk drawer in our room. Yes, the desk, which he often made to work his work report.

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Like being struck by lightning, making my body limp for a moment. My heart was broken into pieces. Like a raw bogem swung tight right on my heart. Making this blood boil for a while, read dozens of friendly chats from a woman. He wrote it under the contact name of July.

July..?

From the contents of the chat, I can confirm that the contact named this July, is a woman.

It was about two months ago. This contact named July called to hape Mas Evan. Mas Evan was in the bathroom. I picked up the call, and the call was interrupted. I told Mas Evan that someone called, whose name was Juli.

He was surprised to hear my report. His face suddenly tense and panicked. He interrogated me, did I speak to a contact named Juli who called earlier? I said I didn't have time to talk, because the call was interrupted. Instantly the tense face loosened. Smile at me thinly. And he had time to steal a kiss on my forehead. Evan is a romantic guy.

I read at a glance a row of chat from a contact named Juli with mixed feelings, and as fast as lightning I copied the HP number July, on the paper and I stored it under a pile of my clothes in the closet. In a hurry, I went back to bed.

Hufft..

I stroked my chest slowly, I almost got caught. Because now Mas Evan has come out of the bathroom.

***

The next day, still in Shahu, I ventured to call July's HP number. The third call was just picked up by the woman, in a hoarse voice, like someone was forced to get up. I said, I'm Mas Evan's wife, and I asked her to meet, It turns out that she's fulfilling my request to meet. Looks like that woman has a lot of guts.

"Mas, the stock..!" I, who had just finished bathing Raisya, quickly caught up with my husband to the veranda of the house. Because I hear the engine sound. That means he's going to work. And his lunch is still on the dining table.

"I don't bring stock. Lunch eating out with the boss." Flat language. I approached her, she grabbed my head, kissed my forehead at a glance. "Tonight I didn't eat at home." His mouth was still with an innocent facial expression.

Is Mas Evan going to be with the woman again after coming home from work. I memnathin, staring at him fixedly.

"Mas, change." Unknowingly the words came out of my mouth.

"I go first, my dear daughter's chest..!"

He ignored my words, quickly threw away his gaze, staring at our daughter. Who came to us, with a small towel wrapped around his tiny body.

Both of my eyes were glazed with glass, staying faithful to look at Mas Evan's back, until it disappeared from my eyes. And I grabbed Risya, carried her back into the house.

I have to be ready quickly, the time has shown at 06.30 Wib. I don't want to be late for work.

At exactly 07:00 Wib, I finally arrived at work. After earlier I delivered Raisya who was his PAUD school, close to where I worked. I work as a teacher. Precisely just as an Honorary teacher in one of the Tsanawiyah Madrasas. Madrasah Tsanawiyah, it is at the level of Junior High.

Hufft...

I took a deep breath repeatedly, and exhaled heavily, after landing my butt in my desk chair. I rogoh my phone fast from my tote bag.

I started texting in July. The woman I believed in was my husband's mistress. Because this morning, I haven't told you where we met. I told him that we only met at my workplace. The rules at our school are very strict. Teachers are not allowed to leave the school grounds during working hours. Unless there is an important interest. And that should excuse the principal. And ask permission from the principal, the length of the business. He will ask for a strong reason, why he wants to leave school during work hours. And I'm gonna be dizzy to find out why. Because our principal was his person of detail and meticulousness.

If I had asked Juli to meet after work. That means, I have to take Risya. And that's not possible.

Hufft...

"Almost, I forgot the finger!" lamented Miss Ros, who had just sat on her bench. Miss Ros's desk, next to mine.

"What... Finger..!?"

I ran to the room where the finger was. Thankfully, there was still a minute left, so I was not a late teacher. I almost forgot to miss this morning, thinking about my household problems.

Finger coming, or the morning finger at my place of work that time span 06.30-07-30 wib. If it passes from 07.30 Wib. It will be said to be late.

"Come on Alda, you're late again..?" ask the Madrasah chief, when we passed by the doorway, the room where the finger and the bell were.

"IIi, that, no sir." My mouth stutters. As far as I know, Mr. Armand is still on the outside. So, I dare not go with the morning apple. Every teacher is required to march, at the morning apple, by him.

"If it's not too late, why is Muallima here, and not marching along?" ask her with a cold face. Our head sir is indeed famous for his discipline and firmness. Sometimes many teachers do not like their attitude is too firm, and sometimes they like to be angry.

"Yes, I'm late!"

Pleased...!

Shouted me in my heart.

TBC.

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