I LET MY HUSBAND CHEAT
Marriage book

My mood is mixed right now. There is sadness, disappointment, and happiness. I feel happy, because I got a lot of orders from the headmaster's wife, Holy Mother.

Hands and feet moved nimble, picking up all the garbage from my wares and keeping it in a large crackle. I'll throw that trash in the trash can in front of the house. There are already 10 thousand dues per household every month.

With hands full of peace, and my tote bag with a long rope has been tucked on my shoulder. I rushed to the parking lot, where my butut beat motor was. I have to get home fast. Because I'm going to shop again for my merchandise tomorrow.

Hufft..

This is what it feels like to fight for life, for family. Everything should be grateful. Because every effort I make is still God provided sustenance.

"Alda, I'll have Nasi ramas tomorrow?!" said Bu Silvia house. He is also in the parking lot. The bike is next to my bike.

"May ma'am, but tomorrow afternoon we are treated by Muallim head loh." I said smiling thinly.

"really? in what order? collective meeting's in two weeks." Said Miss Silvia, astonished by my words just now. Yes, at the school where I work, there are regular meetings every month. And usually there will be a snack every time the meeting is held.

"Emmm... Look at you tomorrow, ma'am!" I said, and immediately hit the gas, the left hand waved and threw a sweet smile at Miss Silvia, who was still dumb on her bike.

***

At 15:30 Wib, I got home. Apparently there's no one at home. Maybe you took Raisya to my parents' house. I rushed to take a shower, because soon I will get Ashar prayer time. After the Ashar prayer, I'm going to the afternoon tax.

While riding my motorbike, the phone in my sling bag shook, I quickly reached for my bag. I wonder who called me.

"Mas Evan..?" Bust pounding, found a phone from Mas Evan, it's been a week, Mas Evan can not be contacted. Last night, after July sent a chat containing harsh words and video me sum, I sent a chat to Mas Evan, writing my disappointment to him. And the chat I sent just tick one. And maybe this was just sent and read.

"If you can't stand it anymore, you've got a divorce. Don't complain in the chat. I'm sick of reading your messages!"

Deg

When I received the voice call. Evan was angry with me. As great as it was July affected her. Mas Evan who was once good, now turned brutal and do not know the responsibility.

"Oh Allah, have the heart to speak like that. If you don't remember Raisya. I don't want to survive either!" I said with sobbing. It hurts so bad this heart. Like a big hammer. Crushed with blood.

"Damn you!"

Tut

The call was cut off. Mas Evan cursed at me.

"Yes Allah...! why did you give me this much ordeal?!!"

I can only melt the tears that run down this cheek. Looks like I can't take it anymore, maybe I'd better fight Mas Evan's divorce. Let my money run out for the manager of everything. Because I saw Mas Evan, really do not want to repair our broken household.

I drove my bike to the afternoon tax. Along the way, tears continued to pour. Remembering Mas Evan's sweet promise, when he asked me to step into the guarantee. He said he would make me happy, would always love me and age together. At the age of five, our marriage was tested.

Oh Allah... Should I sue Mas Evan for divorce?

It's so dreamy, without me noticing. My motorbike I was driving had already passed the afternoon tax. I finally turned back. Parked my bike, and started shopping.

There's an inexplicable feeling I'm feeling right now. There was a feeling of pleasure, because after a week Mas Evan finally came home. And there was a feeling of annoyance, of exasperation for the actions of Evan, who betrayed our marriage.

Creek

I opened the door of the house by holding my chest that was rumbling violently, honestly I was afraid. Afraid, there was a fight.

"Where from?"

Deg

I was surprised to hear Mas Evan's question. I turned back to face him. Yes, I closed the door with a heart. It turns out that Mas Evan just finished his bath. Still visible specks of water running on the neck to the chest and stomach sixpack. Yes Evan, has a good body. His muscles are smooth and clean. In harmony with his handsome face

"Make Shopping." Mas Evan, following the movement of my eyes, towards my groceries, which were lying on the floor.

"I'll wait in the room!"

He said softly, smiling. I know what he meant by that. What the Juli has not satisfied him, until mas Evan, not knowing his shame, still asked to be served in the afternoon like this. Earlier, on the phone he was angry, was now even asking for rations.

With a bad feeling, I went into the bathroom. Started cleaning my body. Although my heart is not sincere, I must be fragrant and clean. It will give him satisfaction. If that's what Evan was looking for. Until he cheated.

***

The heat struggle ended after thirty minutes. Mas Evan praised me, he said the way I played improved a lot. And he likes. His praise actually makes me sick. He looks like Amnesia. From the past too, playing it like that was all. What's different. He may be obsessed with sensation.

Huufft

Oh Allah.... Give guidance to my husband. So that he would return to be a good husband. If he wants to have a wife of two, I am sincere, God. Just so he can be fair. Back gives birth and bathin.

I rubbed my eyes. So does my face that feels tense. And this time both my eyes were drawn to Mas Evan's briefcase that was lying on his desk.

I put a blanket on my body. Start getting off the bed. Foot step towards the work desk. With a rhythmic heartbeat, I checked Evan's briefcase.

Deg

My heart feels out of place. Because I was so surprised to find Mas Evan and Juli's wedding book in her briefcase. This heart is broken, piece-headed. The body immediately limp, helpless. There was no blood flowing in my body. Koq can Mas Evan and Juli make a marriage book. Me and Evan are not divorced.

Oh Allah....

I looked at the red and green wedding book with tears in my eyes. Throbbing breaststrokes like being sliced open, trying to think positively, rather than fornicating, maybe it's better that they get married.

But, I need an explanation from Mas Evan. What he really meant. Don't want to divorce me. But, have a mistress.

TB

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