I LET MY HUSBAND CHEAT
Out of control

Mr. Armand is still in this room. He's calling his wife. Not the intention of eavesdropping, but Mr. Armand's conversation with his wife was clear.

"You come here, yes. Hurry up, I'm going to school again, too."

That was the point of Mr. Armand's conversation with his wife's Holy Mother. My God, Mr. Armand and his wife are very kind to our family. Is it true pure, because you helped Mr. Armand and his family first?

After he finished calling his wife. Armand turned towards me. I quickly closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. Yes, the sister asked me to rest.

I don't know why I feel so ashamed of Mr. Armand. I used to be prejudiced against him. Worth it badly, hate it and resent it, because his leadership in school is authoritarian. Rarely even a smile.

"The Assalamualaikum Muallimah Silvi..!"

I squinted again my eyes to the left, to see the expression of Mr. Armand who now turns out to call Miss Silvi. Miss Silvi, is a teacher whose house is close to my house.

"Yes Muallimah, now Muallimah go first to the house of Muallimah Alda. Tell her family at home, if Muallimah Alda goes to the hospital."

Mr. Armand looks unsettled when talking on the phone. He was silent for a moment, maybe Muallimah silvi answered his words.

"In general hospital X, in the room of the rose no 3. Yes, yes Muallimah. If you don't have any more teaching hours, just come to the hospital."

I was even more moved to hear Mr. Armand's words, it turned out that his social soul was very high. He is also a philanthropist. Holy Mother is very lucky to have a husband like Mr. Armand.

Tests

Without excuse, these tears poured down my cheeks. My life has been so ruined. I can only mourn him now. Honestly, I envy people who have a good, loyal and caring partner.

Eemmmm...

"Allima Alda, is there anything that feels painful or uncomfortable?"

Mr. Armand's question breaks my daydream. I quickly wiped my tears with my newly operated hand. Because I move fast, it hurts. Yeah, my hand's not in the cast anymore. But, it still hurts and shrinks when moved.

"Hiiiisshh...!" this mouth complains of grimacing in pain.

Mr. Armand, looks unbearable. He seemed to want to wipe my tears with the tissue on his breath, because he had already grabbed the tissue. But, he didn't do it.

"I'm out for a second, get the nurse." His words were soft with a face full of the feeling of worship. Mr. Armand rushed out of the room.

"Yes God..... Why don't you just take my life.?!" I said with a whim. I feel I can no longer bear this pain. Mom went to the hospital. I also just had a miscarriage. Maybe these two weeks, I won't be able to move. Though the plan is tomorrow, me and Akram will open a food stall. Because of the plan to open a food stall, it has been delayed two weeks because the father died.

If I go to work soon, where do we get money from? savings are drained. My jewelry is also sold. There are only public transportation cars, as well as the homes of the elderly. There's no way it's being sold for our living expenses. If that's what I do, I'm a real useless kid.

The Hua..

The Hua..

The Hua..

Thinking of it all makes this chest tight, sore and sore. I fastened my tears to her satisfaction. Because I can't endure this endless suffering anymore.

Chequek..

"Mom, why's mom?" The sister who was in the doorway, rushed up to me who was now like a possessed person. Yeah, I lost control.

"Calm mom, relax!" Sister rubbed my chest gently, looking at me softly. It seems like this sister has a good heart. He seemed sincere to calm me. I finally felt a little calm. Because of the sister's sincere gaze, success sucks me.

"Patience ma'am, we can feel the mother's heartbreak, because of the loss of the mother's fetus. But, what else, ma'am. The path is like that, mother lamenti was no use anymore ma'am. The mother who had drop. You have to be strong and strong. Everything must have passed." The nurse gently stroked my hand. I looked at him fixedly, looking for a living spirit from the sincere look in his eyes.

I feel like I'm weird. I can't control this feeling. I seem desperate.

"Give up everything you lost and go. It opens the door to new and better. The world is a flow of tests, don't stop meaning it ma'am." He said softly, still trying to calm me down. And my gaze, still stalled on the nurse.

"In living life, there are times when humans experience tidal rhythms. Sometimes feel happy, grateful, and positive, but there are times when also feel down, upset, and feel lazy. Especially if you are facing a serious problem. Just like I am experiencing right now. When those hard circumstances come, we must seek moral support." The sister now looks next to him. I also followed the beautiful clear eyes of the sister. It turns out there was Mr. Armand.

I was so stressed, so frustrated. No more caring around. It turned out that Mr. Armand was insecure, seeing me who lost control of it. Maybe he didn't think I was going crazy either. Because it is true, I am a gentle person and can not be angry. Not to praise, in school I'm a favorite teacher.

Says my son is beautiful, kind, smart. The point is perfect in their eyes. There is no nature of mine that they do not like. While I was firm, I still seemed soft.

"Sir, give understanding to his mother." Said the sister kindly to Mr. Armand, who did not protest the sister when the nurse said I was his wife.

Satisfied to talk to Mr. Armand. Now the understanding and kind sister turned to me.

"Makanya mother quickly recover, look forward to being able to print children again. Hehehehe..!"

The two sisters laughed. While I feel that guyonan, not funny at all. Who would print the same child? my husband does not have. Anyway, I don't want to be in touch with a man's name anymore. I have suffered enough for love. I don't need that love anymore.

"Mother, spirit dong! lots of praying, huh?"

"Yes sus." I replied weakly, I already felt a little uneasy.

"Alright, the pain medication we've put into the infusion of the mother. I'd better take a break." Gently stroked my hand.

"Yes sus." Thanks for answering, still with a tense face. I couldn't pull the corner of my lips to smile, returning the sisters' friendly smiles. Because my heart is not good right now.

"Alright ma'am, sir, we're saying goodbye. If there's a need, don't call us."

"Yes ma'am." Answer Mr. Armand.

The two sisters rushed out. Mr. Armand looked at me.

"Allima Alda, better get some rest." He said softly, his face looking very sad.

"Yes Muallim." My leg was weak, then turned my face towards the window. Mr. Armand also stayed away from me. He sits on the couch.

TB