I LET MY HUSBAND CHEAT
Severe decision

A week later

Dad was finally allowed to go home, after a week of intensive care (ICI Post-Surgical) I just found out, Patients who are new to surgery are closely guarded by the medical. Heart surgery patients need more supervision. Dad will undergo the next recovery process with outpatient care.

Ever since I gave money to Mas Evan's eye surgery. I never came to see her again. The clothes I washed and brought home. I keep packing with her clothes that are still at home, the plan is, I will return the clothes.

"Ngapain you bother packing his goods Nak. If he still wants his clothes, he'll come here later to pick up his stuff." Said the mother, who is now sitting on a desk chair near the bed.

"It's okay mom. Let the closet be neat." I'm still busy cleaning up Mas Evan's clothes. "In this closet, I want to keep some of Raisya's clothes. From tonight, Raisya sleeps in my room with me, ma'am." I said, It is still very heavy to part with Mas Evan.

"So when are you going to file for divorce with Evan?" Full mother says. Kulirik mother at a glance, and then focus on arranging Mas Evan's clothes into a large bag.

"Wait for a healthy dad, ma'am." Reply weak. Honestly, I actually feel lazy to take care of it. Let me be hanged. There is no intention of going home anymore.

"Yes, not for long. Your status should be clear

I'm also dizzy to hear the babbling of the neighbors."

"Yes ma'am." My answer is still with no spirit. About the gossip. At the longest it lasted two weeks, out of it must arise new gossip.

"Who knows, after you're divorced. You got a good man."

"So mom, I don't want to get married again. Let me be alone, I am focused and educated Raisya. It's very difficult to get a good man, ma'am, especially now that I'm a complete package. I don't want to because of my selfishness, Raisya will suffer." I said softly, my heart hurts so much to say that.

"Darling, don't despair." Said Mother sadly.

Huuffttts

"That's it, ma'am, I don't want to talk about this. Mending we focus on maintaining the health of the father. Find a lot of money, so as not to be demeaned by others. I have a plan, want to stop chasing and focus on opening a restaurant business." I stared at my mother. I saw my mother quite surprised by my words.

"So teacher, your mind since childhood son. Cook you don't want to teach anymore?" ask mom with confusion.

"I want to teach you again koq ma'am. Later if there is a vacancy PNS, I will take the test, hopefully win. If you rely on income from honorary teachers, we can not eat ma'am. Moreover, our principal is strict. A full week should be in school, even if there are no working hours. It is difficult to find extra money. Dad's sick, if I teach you, there's no more delivering my merchandise."

I put a big bag of Evan's stuff in the corner. If he comes, his bag stays in the throw.

Hufftts

I'm sitting on my ass by the side of the bed near where mom is sitting right now. I grabbed the hand of the already wrinkled mother, grasping her softly.

"Sorry mom, I can't be happy." I said put my mom's hand on my cheek. I felt my mother's wrinkled skin on my cheek.

I felt my mother's hand caressing my head. "May you be happy son, I will always pray for your success." Said the mother with glassy eyes.

"Yes son, aminn..!" Sahut mom asenggut.

I feel a little relieved, because I have conveyed my wishes to mother, related to wanting to open a food stall business and mother turned out to support her.

***

The next day.

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"Assyn....!" I said with an uneasy feeling. I was standing at the door of Mr. Armand's room.

"Assynn...!" never got an answer, I repeat the second greeting.

"Greetings walaikum..!" Mr. Armand, finally answered my regards. "Get in..!" Said again.

Huufft

I sighed deeply, before my hand pressed the handle of Mr. Armand's door. I'm being tense. Because actually stopping teaching is not my heart's real desire, it's forced. Circumstances that make it.

Chequelek

It was the figure of the handsome man, drying his hands with a tissue.

"Come on Alda, come on in!" He said kindly, a thin smile created sweet on that handsome face.

"Yes sir, thank you." Sahutku. I immediately thrust out my resignation letter, I put it on the table in front of him.

"What is this Nausea?" tanyanya looks at me clingy. Slowly his hand reached out, grabbing the white envelope.

"Muallim's resignation letter." I replied politely with a flat expression.

"Return? you want to quit your job?" ask her in disbelief.

"He's Muallim." I answered quickly and lowered my head, I don't want to meet with Mr. Armand.

TB