I LET MY HUSBAND CHEAT
Visited

Half an hour later

"Assynn...!"

The voice of a woman greeting sounded with her chivalry. I know that voice. The one who came was Holy Mother. Mr. Armand's wife.

"Greetings...!" Mr. Armand who was sitting on the sofa was busy with his cell phone. Now rise to open the door.

Huufft

I feel so weak. Finally the Holy Mother came too. I have felt bad, because Mr. Armand is at home in this room, even though there is actually Raisya who sleeps on the other bed.

Mr. Armand embraces his wife. They both approached me. Honestly, there is envy in the heart. Why am I not as lucky as this woman in front of me. Mr. Armand looks so in love with his wife.

"How's Dek Alda?"

The Holy Mother hugged me for a moment. Then watch myself closely. His look made me uncomfortable.

"As holy mother saw." I said softly, my mouth feels stiff, my saliva feels bitter now. It feels bad to talk. I also feel good about myself. I've become the subject of people's gossip, either in the complex of the house or in my former workplace.

The Holy Mother looked sad. Like he could feel the suffering I was going through.

"Patience to the deck." Word's friendly.

"Yes ma'am." From that time the holy mother always called me Dek. Usually also a muallimah.

"Darling, I'm staying y'all right?!" I looked closely at Mr. Armand, who looked at his wife affectionately.

It used to be Mas Evan, if I looked at me full of love and affection, like Mr. Armand's gaze, at Holy Mother. But, the ending was betrayed.

"Yes, baby, heart." Sahut holy ma'am, grab Armand's hand and kiss him. Be me a mosquito repellent watching their romance.

Huufft

Their romantic attitude, made my soul thrash. Don't want to see romance like that. I hurt her heart.

"Allalima Alda, all the fees I've paid." Said Mr. Armand looking at me with a faint smile.

"Yes Muallim, thank you very much. May Muallimah abound in his sustenance." My words are weak with sincerity.

"Amaz..!' Mr. Armand glanced back at his wife, who was still standing on the side of the bed." You're home, right?!" Mr. Armand gently stroked the shoulder of Holy Mother, who was now staring at the spoiled husband.

Their attitude is like heating up my mana. They know I'm the victim of the actor.

"Emmm.... This is our second meeting, since I was in surgery a month ago yeah deck." Said Holy Ma'am kindly, he kept his hands on the nightstand, then pulled the plastic chair to get close to me and sat on it.

"Yes ma'am." Weak territory. Actually I just want to sleep. Because my brain is hot thinking about everything.

Hhuff..

Holy Ma sighed heavily. He looked at me with his mother's gaze. Like, I'm the most unfortunate woman in the world. Yes, I am very poor.

"You have to be patient, the loss of your fetus, is a good thing for your life. After this you can fight your husband's divorce. I have a judge's sister. It's time you're happy Dek."

I was quite surprised to hear the words of Holy Mother. I think he's a little involved in other people's business. Is he like that, because he already admired me his brother. You see, from then on, he kept calling me Adek.

"Yes Ma'am, I wanted to part ways with Mas Evan."

"Good... I can help you. Tomorrow your file can be registered. So that you can quickly get a clear status. You deserve to be happy with another man." Clearly again with passion.

I looked at the face of the Holy Mother who spoke seriously

What he thinks, I'm interested again in a relationship with the opposite sex. I no longer want to feel the pain of falling in love.

"I'll help you out Alda, get away from your crazy husband." Said the Holy Mother with a burning spirit.

"Yes mom, thank you." My heart is weak, arguing. It's just what he said. If it's true, Holy Ma'am wants to help me get divorced from Mas Evan. That's a very nice thing.

"Yes dek Alda, I was very sad to hear about you. Why women as good as you, even suffer. Died husband, father died, you had an accident and now you're miscarrying." Said Holy Mother. He seemed to care about my situation.

I don't know what to answer. I finally chose silence. Discussing all my problems made this heart even more sick and coarse. I'm trying to bury this streak. And I don't want to talk about it.

Chequek..

Without greeting. The sound of the door opening. And a man walked quickly to me. Holy Ma'am looked surprised by the existence of Akram who was now approaching us.

"Alda, you're okay, right?" tanya Akram, looking at me fixedly. "Mom Silvi came to the house when I just got home. Take mom for medication. Ms. Silvi said, You miscarried, because you fell on the road. You are wayward. I told you to wait at home. You didn't hear." Akram said with his panicked facial expression. I think the panic is overrated. I'm like his wife, who should worry about his health.

"Where are people who are in good condition, after curettage. Sick knows." I said weakly, while pulling up my lips, manyun is not clear. Because I feel like Akram's question in a row sounds better.

TB