I LET MY HUSBAND CHEAT
Dying

I was confused as well. "Where is this?" I went back and forth, then passed through the room with pain in my hands and thighs that I really could not walk for long. Because the stitches are not dry.

"Mah..!" Raisya banged on room. "There was Armand's father, Reza's brother too. Open the door ma?!" Raisya said from behind the door.

"I, yes son!" I grabbed the shovel hijab hanging on the hanger behind the door. I put on it quickly, without seeing my appearance in the mirror. The shovel hijab that I am wearing right now, I think can really cover my chest. Because the hijab I wear is a jumbo size, the material is also diamond crep, not jersey, so it does not form a body.

"eehh.. Mr Armand?" I said awkwardly, as I approached armand and his son Reza in the living room.

I read Mr. Armand who looked at me in wonder. Maybe he was surprised by my style. Wear short-sleeved pajamas. But, the hijab is deep, until it covers the buttocks. It's like mukena.

"Yes, this is my wife asking me to anterin this sponge. He wants you to try it, give him a judgment." Said Mr. Armand, pointing at the white crackle on the table.

"Oohh yes sir, thank you very much!?" I still feel bad. I'm not comfortable with how I look right now.

"How's your hand?" He looked towards my right hand.

"It's light sir, but it still hurts. Nyut shrunk." I replied, I can't stand for long.

"Oowww.. That way, just sprained the pain, let alone broken bones." Said again.

Hadeuhwas....

Koq Pak Armand so many stories anyway? as I remember it, his people were cold arrogant fans.

"What are you doing when dad?" ask her again, still looking at me.

"It's still like before, sir. Can't walk yet." My leg with bete's face. I'm gonna lie down. My feet hurt so much that I stood up. When did Mr. Armand come home. If I sit on the couch I can't. Because, if you sit, the stitches in the thigh will be very painful.

"Emang, you just stand up. Doesn't his leg hurt?"

Hadeuuhh koq even nanya again, ya sick ooon

I bite my teeth so fiercely the same armand sir. "Sick sir, sick... Here I want to lie down. Thank you sir by him. You better just go home."

Deg

I unconsciously said that. I'm the lyric, Mr. Armand, whose facial expression stifles laughter.

Koq even laughed anyway?

Haha...

"Alright Nuallimah Alda, we say goodbye first. Heals quickly huh?!" he said with loose, his mouth still wide open that laugh. Mr. Armand laughed to cover up his embarrassment, because I was kicked out.

"Yes sir, thank you." Fast Sahutku.

Mr. Armand and his son Reza finally came home too. And I dragged my feet with the pain in my room. Says the nurse later in the afternoon, around four o'clock, she's going home, to open the stitches on my thigh, and check my hand for surgery. That's all Akram's proposal. He wants, in two weeks. The nurse who came to the house saw how I was. If anything serious, go to the hospital.

I watched Raisya change clothes. After changing clothes, the child even darted out of the room, where else he, if not want to play to the neighboring house. His son went to school with Raisya

Hhuufftts

I lay my body slowly on my soft bed. Her bedsheets were just replaced by my mom this morning. So, the smell of lavender from the sheets goes out, making the mind a little relaxed to breathe it. I rubbed my stomach still flat. I feel like this pregnancy of mine is very different from when I was pregnant with Raisya. While pregnant with Raisya, I had severe morning sickness. Eating alone cannot end the first trimester. This pregnant woman, no complaints at all. With her, I'm no longer pregnant. Does the child I bear really understand me now?

Tests

When I closed my eyes, I heard my father coughing in his room. I also couldn't bear to hear it. Looks like I'm up and need something. I dragged your weak feet into my father's room. Arriving in the room, I was surprised by the condition of the father who seemed to have difficulty breathing.

"Dad..!" I accelerated my steps toward my father, although it felt like my legs would be dislodged, so sick he was forced to walk.

I don't seem to be able to talk anymore. His chest was up and down, with a mouth that was gawking.

"Dad... Wait a minute, Dad." I'm sure Dad's condition isn't okay. I ran without regard for my feet which were still not dry. I have to call aunt. His house is one house away from us.

Arriving at the home page.

"Please... Please...!" I screamed, I felt, I could no longer walk to aunt's house.

"Please.. Please my dad..?!" I shouted again very loudly.

Bang ikhwan our neighbor came to me. I'm so grateful that someone came to be asked for help.

"Bang, bang ikhwan. Please take me to the hospital. Dad, my dad's breathing hard." I said unsettledly. Tears are pouring. Feet tremble because of the pain that now feels spread throughout my body.

"Yes, where's Mr Anhar?" ask bang ikhwan to panic.

"In the room near the middle room bang." I said with tears. I will no longer bear this burden if my father dies. I'm not ready to lose my father. I just decided to divorce Mas Evan. Even though I'm pregnant. If you die, there's no man in this house.

I followed Bang ikhwan's quick steps by limping. My right leg is getting more and more painful.

Just arrived in the living room. Bang ikhwan has come out of my father's room.

"Don't you?" I said confused, koq Bang Ikhwan even came out again so quickly.

"Again the car first. Your father's critical of that!" Quickly follow.

I rushed to my father's room. I saw my father staring at me with his hands waving, calling me with glass-faced eyes.

"Dad...!"

I walked up to my father, clasping his right hand with my left, wanting to carry him to the hospital. But what power I can't do.

"Ja, jan, don't cry," Dad's been having a stroke since his speech became unclear.

"Dad, don't leave us." My tears broke in front of my father. The hand that was still in the cast made my movements limited.

"Come, over here..!" I heard the voice of Bang Ikhwan. It seems he called our other neighbors.

The father, who was seen dying, was taken to the hospital. When bang ikhwan's car disappeared from view. Mom and Akram arrived home.

Mom got off the bike with a confused face. In hand still opposed to the basket of shopping places.

"Mom, I was taken to the hospital." I said with tears.

The panicked mother, got back on the bike. "Son Akram, we're going to the hospital." Said mother, I can only look at the departure of mother and Akram.

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