I LET MY HUSBAND CHEAT
Mysteriously

"Koq you said I'm upset, I'm serious!" he sternly looked at me.

My heart feels like it's going to be dislodged, with Akram's words.

"If you still want to work with me, you should know the limits. I'm not a cheap woman." I throw my face away. Pissed me with Akram's attitude today. My chest is getting tighter. He could have been his father Raisya. Don't know what he is, if I'm still traumah.

"What say you're a cheap woman?" Akram precedes me, blocks my steps.

"Aren't you aware of your attitude? what do you want exactly? honestly, I was still suspicious and curious about you. It's been two months now, you're staying with us. Even if you sleep in this shop. All that time, we never knew your identity."

Akram bowed, if asked about identity. He certainly can't squawk. I passed him, I kept the key to the stall on the table in front of him. Dragging his feet out of the stall. I'm going to go shopping for my own merchandise tomorrow. I'm just riding a bike pedicab. No shopping with Akram.

The mysterious human. He was asked his silent identity. Can't explain.

I'm lyrically the one that locked the shophouse. When he looked at me, I quickly threw away my sight. I don't want to go to meet him.

My judgment is temporary, Akram is a good man. Having known him for two months, he showed no criminal attitude. He is also friendly, polite and pious. His prayers never stayed. It looks sincere every act, even Raisya is already very familiar with it. At the customer also he is very friendly, he knows what the buyer wants without being told. For example, customer A, likes to be sprained. He will do many cabins. Without being asked first.

"Sir...!" I wave my hand, an empty rickshaw flashed.

"There's a lease up ahead." cried the rickshaw brother.

"Yes bang." I replied limp, koq hard times anyway? get rickshaw. Usually there are also many rickshaws in front of this food stall.

Akram is standing next to me. "Why do you want to ride a rickshaw today, usually I deliver." He looked at me without feeling guilty. "Because I volunteered to be Raisya's father?"

"iihi.. You, yeah, don't understand my situation. You and I cannot walk the same way often. It could be slander." Reply annoyed.

"I usually shop with you. Koq now so don't want me to take you?" now he's talking nyolot.

"That's usually, and today's different."

"Oohh today was that amazing?" now he's holding a smile, he's teasing me.

I am sorry to see how Akram is doing today.

"Let's ride!" he was riding on his bike. I threw my face away, lazy to look at the container. "Let's go up, don't take my heart. If you don't want to be my wife, that's okay. Don't take that. Just relax a few times."

Oh gosh.. Doesn't he understand either.

"Me and you can no longer be a screwball. I don't want to be later, there's no good gossip about us." He said firmly, annoyed face printed clearly on my face.

"We got married after you got divorced. Let there be no bad gossip." He said lightly, without burden.

"I'm not interested in getting married. Especially marrying you." I replied firmly, displaying a sour face. Anyone who wants to marry.

"Yes, think of what others say, of us. We do have strange things, we are doing things. Kan no! Don't take care of what others say about us out there. Let them make up stories about us, which is important our stomachs are full without asking the same people."

Hadeuh.... His life principle is very light. I don't think, people say. I don't have that kind of mentality.

"You can talk about doang. You don't know what it's like to be me!" Strictly speaking, I throw my eyes in the other direction. See if anyone else is seeing us right now. We were arguing in front of the shop.

"More than you've experienced, I'm rasain!'

my forehead scrunched up his words. I looked into her eyes full of search. It casts the view.

" Have you ever been married?" manya curious.

Huufft

He was breathing rough. "You want to marry me? if you want, let me tell you who I am!" he stared at my eyes sharply.

Both my eyeballs are moving right and left, I'm thinking. "So!" Reply firmly. I really don't want to marry anyone. Looks like a widow is more peaceful.

"Oh yes, if you don't want to. Why do you want to know about me." The answer.

Oala... I wasted my time with Akram.

"Let's ride. Up...! don't want to go up? want me to carry it up!' threateningly, his legs looked like they were going to get off the bike.

This guy can't be said, I told you to keep your distance from me, he wants to carry me. The....!

" Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.. Wanna be in a car it turns out! "

"Eat a lot of food, let's not short gini." He looked to the side.

I get upset in short.

"I am not short, I am 158 cm tall." Ketus.

"Yes compared to me, you're short."

Why this is a child, this last week keeps fighting.

"You're an electric pole!" I said annoyed, I hit her shoulder hard.

Mampuses..

Bruugck...

I was also satisfied, because I hit her shoulder. He lowered his two motorbikes strongly. Auto, I'm the one who got hit by surprise. My hands reflexively hugged his waist. Because I'm afraid of falling.

"Well, the new gini really. Hold geenting brother!" he's holding back laughter.

"You were intentional?" I keep my body back. I want to shake his head with the basket in my hand.

"Who is intentionally. Lah indeed, must be with strong energy moved forward. To let two of them loose." Answer me without feeling guilty.

Very clever looking for an opportunity, already twice my twin mountains collided with his back that hard like a great wall of china. I'm sure this is Akram not a plain man.

"For a lot of reasons, just tell me you were intentional!" my protest was upset, staring at him from the rearview mirror.

"It's always wrong in my eyes."

Bruumm

The motor was re-gassed, again I staggered forward. My back collided with his back.

"This is the last time I'm riding a bike with you!" ketusku

Eemmmm..

He murmured, thinking of myself as the wind and then the one who squashed. Motorpun drove towards the market, which was still open until the afternoon. As the name suggests afternoon market.

***

Arriving at the market. I also started shopping for materials for merchandise tomorrow. Starting from meat, fish, chicken, smoked fish, and cooking spices, vegetables and fruit are lacking, because there are still some stocks at home.

A kind-hearted and ignorant Akram, who is in charge of carrying all the groceries. The full basket was in his right hand. Plus plastic in the left hand. I was not allowed to carry heavy things, because my hands were not strong. Uh-h... He is a very attentive person.

"Here," the banana that I put next to me, where Akram was standing, no one welcomed me. That means Akram is not next to me. "Where is he?" I daze around looking for him around the fruit keeper where I shop. His nose is not visible. I was even made hangers when these eyes accidentally saw Mas Evan and Juli in front of me, they were also shopping for fruit. Thank goodness there were fat women who became a barrier, so they did not realize my existence in that place.

Don't wanna make a fuss. I quickly frowned, before Mas Evan and Si Juli saw me. It is better to avoid crazy people and psychopaths. I drag my legs that the bell can run fast to the parking lot, where our bike is.

"Where is Si Akram? koq's in the parking lot, too, no." I was made to be unsettled. It's not usually that guy goes away without saying goodbye.

I pulled my phone out of my sling bag. I'll call him. When making voice calls through the WA application. I was quite surprised to see his WA profile picture. He made his profile picture. Photo of him with Raisya, again on the bike. When do you like to make a profile photo. I usually never use profile pictures.

"Si Akram, where the hell? koq didn't lift?" these eyes go all over the place, looking for Akram's whereabouts. "Damn...!" I went back to see Mas Evan and Juli. I hut behind the bike, I avoid them not out of fear. I just don't want to be a spectacle in this market.

"Oowww... They already have a car." I just saw the car they were riding in. Still cling, definitely a new car. Mas Evan prefers Juli. Their economy is increasing now.

Huuff...

Squatted capek plus stitches in the thigh, still felt. I'm sitting on my ass on the sidewalk, still hiding behind the bike.

Look and remember Evan. Honestly, this heart still hurts. But, what else. My life is not getting better with her. Even her life is getting better with Juli. I must accept this destiny. Fate became poor and betrayed.

A moment of lamenting fate with a broken heart. I heard the horn sound very strong. So it's a daydream. Who else would have sounded the horn so strongly, if not Akram.

"Well, why is Loe sitting there like a beggar?" tanyanya was surprised to look at me.

" Why again, if not wait loe!" I said annoyed, trying to get up. "I can do it myself..!" I clapped Akram's hand to help me get up. He also displayed his face. I got on the bike. He then put a basket in front of me. He also went up on the motorbike. Without a word, he gasped.

TB