I LET MY HUSBAND CHEAT
Ghibahs

The next day.

At 09.30 Wib. Miss Rose called me. Ms Rose said a coworker friend wanted to come see her father and Mas Evan. Social visits do exist for families of teachers who are experiencing disaster. But I refused the offer of that visit. I'm not anyone who's been asked a lot of questions about what happened to father and Mas Evan's fight.

"Mom, I'll go home first. To wash dirty clothes. Sell all the jewelry." I said to Mom. Mom was lying on the mat. I can go, because dad is sleeping.

"Yes, son." My mother is still lying down.

"Mama, I'm coming with mama." Raisya immediately got up. He was playing his grandfather's phone.

"Yes, baby, I can." Maybe Raisya. osan is in that hospital.

"Don't come, your mama's busy. We're just here with grandma and grandpa." Mama persuaded Raisya.

"No, come with mom." The spoiled Raisya protests.

"Yes, come on..!" I gently pulled the hand of my little daughter. Raisya was very happy.

"If there's a need, I'm asking you to help a sister!" I said before leaving the room to my mother.

Me and Raisya got out of the elevator. I pushed the glass door out of the building. I was intercepted by Juli.

"Here, you wash Brother Evan's clothes." He thrust a large, white crackle into my front. I just let it go, I don't hold a crackle, it's filled with dirty clothes.

"Don't you want to wash her? that shirt has blood. Mas Evan's blood that your father injured." Also again. All eyes in the room were on us.

I who did not want to be a spectacle of people, finally relented, picking up a large crackle that had been lying on the floor. I'm herman, koq could be Mas Evan likes this immoral woman.

After I picked up the crackle containing Mas Evan's dirty clothes, I continued my steps. But again in July.

"The money you paid me the longest, this afternoon." His words are pretentious with hands ruffled waist.

"I don't want to. I don't have any money!" ketusku, staring at her sharp.

"Hey, don't deny you. I can put your father in jail!" He said with a red face. Because it holds emotions.

"Please! we'll see who wins."

I held her shoulders tight. Until July staggered like a drunk and ended up crashing into the building's glass wall.

Hahahha

Raisya laughed, only this time I saw my son was, his attitude was impolite. Laughing at the Enraged.

We were out of that place too. Heading to the stop in front of the hospital building. Yes, we will wait for public transport.

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The sound of silver car horns grabbed my attention. I know a car that stopped in front of us. That's Mr. Armand's car. Sure enough, when the car's door glass opened. Nongollah Reza's.

"Tante, come with us. Raisya, come on in!" reza said cheerfully, waving so we could get into the luxurious car.

I glanced at Raisya who seemed very happy.

"Ma, we got on Reza's car. I've never been in my car." Said Raisya looking at me with a clear glance.

I was even more surprised, when I saw Mr. Armand even get out of his car, and approached us.

"Let's take my car to Alda, our house is in the same direction." Said Mr. Armand with a smile expanding it.

"Emmm.. No need to be muallim. We're taking public transport." I said, where would I carelessly ride in people's cars. It will be gossip again. I'm still Mas Evan's wife. Later, if there are neighbors who see, continue to envy, julid, when I get off the luxury car, it could be new gossip material. And it's gonna be a new problem.

"All right." He said with a slightly disappointed expression. Armand got back into his car.

"Ma, koq doesn't want to ride Reza's dad's car." Raisya said with a little annoyance.

"Darling, we can't bother people. Let alone Reza's father, his boss Mama." I said softly, looking fixedly at Raisya, then tidied up her hair, which covered her face a little.

Raisya just pouted, not wanting to talk anymore. At that time, the bus stopped in front of the bus stop. I carry three large packages. All the dirty clothes.

Along the way, I kept pondering. What attitude should I take. Can I be cruel, by not wanting to spend a dime for the treatment of Mas Evan's eye that was lifted? I don't think I can do that. Let me shut up, as if to be fooled by Juli, by blackmailing me. Most importantly, my heart feels no more guilt. If you're cured, I'm going to divorce Mas Evan. Let him be happy with July.

"Ma, we've reached "My son is smart. He even asked the driver to stop in front of the alley to enter the house.

"Gosh, my dear thank God you remember our home address, son." I said hurry down from the freight, then pay the fare.

"Mama keeps daydreaming!" said Raisya, now we are walking the alley to the house.

I just smiled a little, responding to Raisya's chatter.

"Ma, that july aunt, daddy's wife too?" asked Raisya, when we got to the porch.

I was very surprised to hear Raisya's innocent question. The thin smile that had been on since. Now shrink. Did Raisya understand my problem and Mas Evan?

I asked Raisya a question, I quickly opened the door. And go straight to the bathroom. I put down three large crackles filled with dirty clothes. Then I put my bag on the table in the living room. I went back to the bathroom. Start washing clothes. Raisya is watching.

It took 90 minutes to finish washing the bloodied clothes of father and Mas Evan. And to dry quickly. I dry it in the washing machine. After dzuhur prayer and lunch. Me and Raisya went to the gold shop, on my bike. I ended up selling my gold bracelet weighing 12.5 grams.

In Mas's shop, not a few people who knew me, searched me with a row of questions. My head was made dizzy to respond to the questions to the citizens.

"O Allah Dila, we just found out, if Evan has another wife besides you? are you new year too?" ask Janet's mother, the mother kepo and like ghibah. "It's good that you keep the matter close. Are you so sincere in polygamy that you cover up and let your husband cheat on you?"

Janet's mother, she always has. Talk and like to be insinuated. I don't think I hurt that question.

"Yes mom. I just found out, too." I answered with no spirit. If Janet's mom, the person is sensitive. He must understand with the look on my face that does not want to discuss the problem in public.

"God... Smart guy Evan tricked the teacher's mother. Hahhaha." said Ms. Janet laughed, without feeling guilty, at her bad attitude.

"Yes ma'am, I'm saying yes ma'am!" I said throwing a faint smile at the gold shopkeeper, and Janet's mother. I rushed quickly from that place. But, before I went any further, I still heard that Janet's mother was following me.

"It was poor for him, until he sold his bracelet. Hadeuh.. Amit Amit has a cheating husband."

I stroked my chest repeatedly, when I heard Janet's mother's chirping. I rode on my bike, with Raisya sitting in the bonfire.

"Mother sells jewelry too, right? it means bankrupt too dong." Said the shopkeeper, a young woman, to Ms. Janet.

"Eeehhhh. it's, it's..!" janet's mother stuttered.. I drove my bike, left the gold shop. With a head shake. It is possible to judge others without fear.

Arriving at home. I'm back packing. Because this afternoon I have to go back to the hospital. I brought two days of clothes. Because tomorrow, the doctor said you can have surgery. So, tomorrow, I don't have to go back and forth to the house, pick up clothes for us.

TB