I LET MY HUSBAND CHEAT
The father of your son

Ten days later

I feel like my life has started to turn towards goodness. Food stall business that we pioneered, selling sweet. Every day the cooked portions are increasing, and ludes all before evening.

Huuff..

I took a deep breath, after I was done helping Romlah wash dishes and cookware in the kitchen. Indeed, I do not do much heavy work, I still maintain the condition of my hands that have not been fully healed.

"Here I make you your favorite juice." Akram placed a glass of Dutch eggplant juice in front of me.

I looked at her with a faint smile and sure enough, Akram must have praised my smile that was so sweet. So, if he wants to drink sweet tea, then,

He said he didn't have to use sugar. Just swallow the water and he looks at me. So it was the water that he drank sweetly.

Huuff..

Akram it's the end of this love seduce me, caper not clear. That is what it is if we are widows. Always teased guy, in his mind I'm jablay,. Smooth to touch times. I was upset with Akram. Don't know him, I'm not seeing a guy anymore. Seduced by Akram every day, make me want to pinch his head.

"Your eyes are like red lights, making me stop every time I see them."

I quickly broke up eye contact with Akram. Look, there are only words he said that make you upset and misbehaved.

Haha..

Akram laughed crisply. He laughed at me who was pouting at him.

At that moment I turned my eyes to the road. Because I heard a very familiar motor in my ear.

Mr. Evan..?

I got up from my seat, when I saw Mas Evan walking into the stall. As usual, her appearance was always a blur.

"Mas, come sit down please..!" I extended my hand towards the chair next to Akram. And at that moment, I was surprised by Akram who was no longer in this place. With confusion, I looked again at Mas Evan who was still standing before me, with his face reddened and his eyes normal look swollen. I don't understand why Mas Evan's facial water is like that.

"I don't think you have the guts to divorce me too, Dek?!" said Mas Evan coldly. His eyes were full of sadness. Is she sad, because I sued her divorce. Does he not want to lose me? if he is sad and does not want to lose me, why did Mas Evan not choose me.

"Mas, I don't know what you want. It's Mas, I'm not the old Alda anymore, who because of love so bloon. It should have been from the beginning, when I found out I was cheating, I sued for divorce. So that I don't feel the pain of a bath birth like this."

Tears immediately poured hard, the gaping wound was again scraped. I don't know if Mas Evan wants to see me now. Though three more days, we could meet, in court because our first trial schedule was three more days.

Yeah, sue the divorce I reported was very much in the process. To my knowledge, it took almost a month to get to the trial. It's been two weeks straight on trial. Maybe because the Judge Raihan directly intervened.

"Don't expect you to get divorced from me. You won't be able to sue me. Because I have a reason to keep your lawsuit from being granted. Just so you know, a disabled husband after a divorce.. And wife sued divorce her husband who is already disabled. That's not allowed by the judge." It was clearly Mas Evan with his Devil gaze.

"We'll see you later, see you in court." I said firmly, my tears quickly. Look away from Mas Evan. Dduk with his annoyance in the chair, which I was sitting earlier.

"Look, you'll be sorry for suing me for divorce." His words are full of anger.

"I won't regret it, apart from you I must be happy."

Mas Evan who had stepped out, stopped his steps. Turn around and look at me. I was frightened by his horrible look. His gaze was very sad, that look I just saw this time.

Dugs

Dugs

Dugs

Huuff..

I rubbed my chest that was rumbling violently like a storm on the high seas. Evan continued his steps. I had parno, afraid Evan would turn me off here, because he was upset with me.

"Yes Allah... Why is Evan?"

I spoke to myself in a still unsettled feeling. I face down to the table. I think my head hurts a lot. Like in a tree with a hammer.

ten minutes I spent calming down. Feeling that I have the energy, I got up from my seat. I will perform the Ashar prayer, because Adzan has just reverberated. I dragged my weak legs towards the kitchen. The body still feels oyong, not balanced.

"Astagfirulah...!" When we cut the kitchen curtains. His face Akram right in front of these eyes, almost made the heart dislodged.

"Akram, are you here? hadeeh... You were koq away anyway?" I said as I pleased, I hit his chest twice. I don't know why I feel Akram is a replacement for my father or brother. So when Mas Evan came, I really needed Akram's help and support. Eeh.. He disappeared suddenly. And now it appears with arriving as well.

He caught my hand hitting his hard chest and the field.

"I'm here koq. I'm in the bathroom, kebelet. My stomach hurts." He dared not look me in the eyes. Usually speaking always looks me in the eye. "What are you doing?" he asked again, passed me and sat back in the chair he was sitting in.

I followed him, this time I sat in the chair in front of him. Not at the cashier table.

"Mas Evan came here."

Kulirik Akram who looks less interested in my story. He even played hape.

"Mas Evan said I won't be able to get divorced from her."

This time Akram looked at me.

"That guy is pretentious." His reply was quick, his gaze returning to his hape.

Both of my eyebrows were linked, astonished by his utterances.

"You know Evan?"

He looked at me in surprise. "Where do I know your ex-husband." Lazy Answer.

"If you don't know, why did you say Evan was a pretentious person." I asked in full search, I sometimes wonder and suspect Akram. Who the hell is he? when asked, always be angry. But, his attitude was sometimes curious.

"Indeed I said that?" ask her with a confused face. I was upset myself. Akram is not good to talk to, if I vent about mas Evan.

"iihi.. Yes, you like to forget your own words. He wanted to, I recorded it, you said." Ketusku annoyed, began to feel no frequency venting with her.

"Not forgetting, I know koq. About your husband, right, Eehh your pretentious ex-husband? I said pretentious, because I got stories from Roses, Romlah and Bi Imah too. From mom, too." Obviously, a glance at me.

"Emmm.. You are not excited to tell a story. I consider you my father and brother." Sissy me.

Akram looked at me with disbelief. "I don't want you to think of me as your brother or your father. But, if you want to think of me as the father of your daughter. Yuk, after the end of your iddah we marry!"

"What...? ngaur you!" I glared my eyes at him, who seemed to be speaking seriously. I'm the one who won't look at him. Finally turned his face.

She thinks I'm a crazy woman of love. I won't marry again. At the moment romance is not my priority. If the quality is still like Akram, marry again. Mending lives alone, there is no such thing as hurt and jealousy. Enough experience that I got when building a household nappy with Mas Evan. I kapok...!

TBc