I LET MY HUSBAND CHEAT
Resigning

"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.

Silent

Kulirik Mr. Armand, who turned out to be looking at me. And as our gazes collided, he lowered his head, focusing on opening the white envelope containing my resignation letter.

"People are scrambling to work, even want to pay to be accepted to work here. Eeh.. You want to resign." His words were flat, focused gazes reading that letter of resignation.

I'm silent, feeling no need to answer the words of Mr. Armand.

"This letter I received, but you may stop, if you have completed your task. Your report as head of the Lab hasn't come in yet." He said but didn't look at me.

"Already Muallim, all my work has been done. It's a new month, so this month I don't have to report anything. Because I want to quit my job." My heart, the responsibility of what I do not do. The weekly performance report I reported a week ago. And for 9 days I was on a work holiday. I paid the impal money.

"You meet WKM 1, if your substitute teacher has not been able to, you can not stop. If you stop, you lose. You've already entered the teacher data for P3K." Mr. Armand said seriously.

I fell silent again, there is no way I would say my salary as a teacher honor not enough for living expenses. Plus, I have to start from 7am to 3pm at this school.

"Well Muallim, I'll see Mr. WKM 1, if you'll excuse me." I lowered my body a little, as my respect for him. Screaming at a glance Mr. Armand who looks disappointed. I rushed out of that room too.

Arriving in the teacher's room. All eyes are on me. Currently, the teacher is very much in the teacher's office, because it is the first break.

"Yes Allah.. Nausea Alda.... Why are you so strong?" Miss Silvia came up to me and hugged me. I don't know why I'm so sensitive. Tears immediately poured out. I am ashamed, sad, disappointed.my disgrace becomes public consumption.

"Yes, that was the story." I sobbed, breaking Miss Silvia's embrace. Miss Silvia also led me to sit in my chair. Instantly, I became mobbed by the mothers of the teacher's mothers. Like all who swarm a candy bar.

"If I were you, I'd have to get a divorce sooner." Said Bu Widya annoyed. Indeed, if discussing the affair of people made greget.

"Yeah, I can't be cheated on. Cheating is a disease that has no cure. Once you forgive him, he becomes addicted." Timpal Bu Dewi's.

Everyone was arguing, and everyone was blaming me, too, for letting my husband cheat.

"Yes Mom, mommy can talk like that, because it's not the mom who ngalamin. Now is not the time to go wrong Alda. This incident we made as a lesson, that the affair will make the household so destroyed." Obviously Miss Rose

Kringg..

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The bell sounds strong. Time to go back to class. The show broke up. I also faced WKM 1. WKM 1 is the position of deputy head of the curriculum. He set the schedule for teaching teachers. I want to go to the Father, I want to propose a teacher who will replace my working hours, or my teaching lessons.

"Oohhhhh.. Let's sit down Muallim Alda." Muallim Amris said kindly, I also sat in the chair in front of him, which was limited by the table.

"Yes, thank you. I'm here to tell you that I want to quit my job and that my teaching hours have been transferred to Muallim Rusdy. Muallim Rusdy, is an IPA teacher as well, just like me, the honor teacher.

" Emmm... How do you say it's nausea. Our madrassa head, does not allow the convert to stop now because the convert is already in SK right, in the student guidance program in KSM (Madrasah Science Competition)."

"IPA teachers here are many sir, even the PNS there are three. Not to mention the honor there are two. Why should I come with me "I said bete, I'm getting upset.

"That was the head's instruction to me, Nullimah Alda." Obviously Mr. Amris.

"Well, Muallim, I'll take care of you." I said with no enthusiasm. I got up from my seat, rushed out of the room quickly.

It feels bete once, want to stop in a good way is not accepted. Tomorrow and the next day I will not go to school again. I have given you a letter of resignation.

"Why are you Alda?" ask Miss Rose, who I consider to be my real sister.

"Emmm... I'm quitting Rose's job, but I'm not allowed to head." I answered lazily, my head began to break thinking about everything.

"Loh, you're gonna quit your job. Find a job now." Miss Rose was shocked by my words.

"Mom Rose knows how I am now. Evan doesn't support me anymore. My father is sick. I need some living expenses, if I count on my salary as a teacher, which is enough." I was clearly looking at Miss Rose.

"Kan, while working you can keep selling." Sneakily.

"Yes, but not focused. I'm afraid it's like that. Where here should be a full week." I'm obviously pursing my lips.

"Yes, what do you want to do?" tanyanya serious..

"You open a food stall, at the intersection."

"Oowww.. Yeah, that's good, too." Bu Rose smiled faintly.

"Yes, Miss Rose." I also started packing my things that I thought were important. Starting from my SK during teaching. I went into the big plastic.

"You going now you?" mrs Rose asked, watching me carefully as I was.

"Yes, Miss Rose." Reply quickly.

"Now?"

"Yes ma'am." I replied again, Stare busy making stuff.

"Wait a minute, I'll report it to Silvia. You haven't received your sick father's social money and your husband's money either." Said Ms. Rose, rising from her seat to meet Ms. Silvia.

TB