I'm the One You're wasting
Witma Worried The Design

"Why are you at the hotel?" ask them when they are home.

Witma who was sitting on the bedside immediately stood up to Reka. "Mas, I should have asked, why did you get to be in the hotel alone with Lisa?" reply Witma asked, her heart now beats faster when she remembers Reka joining hands with Lisa at the hotel.

"It's none of your business!" ketus Reka's. "You better take care of your barren self." The design did not know that his words made the wound in Witma's heart grow.

"How many times do I have to say, I'm not barren, Mas" said Witma quivering as he tried to hold back his sobs that he had endured since. "I say again, that I am not barren" continued Witma. Which looks closer to Reka.

"If you're not barren, then why can't you give me a child?" Reka looked at Witma with a sharp look.

Witma was very anxious to scream in the ear Reka said that in fact the barren Rekalah is not him. But what power he who does not want to hurt the feelings of the husband can only keep the secret itself without telling others. Although he felt like swallowing a bitter pill when he heard Reka taunting him barrenly.

"Nearly eight months we were married, but until now the signs of you getting pregnant have not been seen at all." The design pulls the waist of the Witma so that their body position is clinging. "If it's barren, don't have much behavior. Fortunately, I became your patient husband. If someone else maybe you've been dumped."

Witma pushes the chest of the designer so that they have a little distance. "If the child is the benchmark for happiness, why are people divorced out there when they have children? And also their lives are said to be not mediocre. But why did they split can Mas explain it?" Witma pulled the end of the dress for an explanation.

"Because they feel they have no match for each other, or her husband is having an affair because the wife is not able to satisfy her husband in bed" replied Reka casually.

Witma felt a dry throat, because hearing the word cheating made her remember Lisa. He thinks that Reka actually has a special relationship behind him with Lisa.

The designer who saw Witma was silent, lowered his head a little so that he could whisper in Witma's ear. "Forget what you saw at that hotel, then I'll also forget that you met your ex." The design pinched Witma's thighs slowly. "Forget it, do you understand?"

Witma forgot that it turns out that Reka saw her with Arash at the hotel. "No Mas, I need an explanation of what I saw at the hotel, and for Arash's brother I again accidentally met him."

"It's very clever of you to sneeze, do you want to rent a room and be alone with that son of a bitch?" ask the designer who turned the facts around. "If you are silent, I assume my words are true."

"It's not Mas who is alone with Lisa, why even Witma who Mas accuses who is not." Netra Witma accidentally saw a scratch mark under the neck of Reka. "Is it possible that Mas himself had committed adultery with Lisa at the hotel."

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At night Witma could not close her eyes at all, because Reka until now did not go home. "Why hasn't Reka come home yet?" Witma asked herself while pacing back and forth in the room. "Oh my God, it's almost dawn." Witma felt anxious because she also contacted Reka's mobile number several times but was not active. "Where did Mas Reka go?" Witma kept calling Reka's number even though she knew it wasn't active. "O Allah, protect Mas Reka wherever he is." Guilt pierced into the recesses of Witma's heart. "Is Reka angry with me? Until he doesn't come home."

Witma heard the roar of the motor matic, she thought it was Reka. He quickly opened the curtain so he could peek. But unfortunately it was not Reka but Badrun who wanted to go to the mosque to proclaim Azan at dawn. "It's not Design," said Witma. He now closes the curtains. "Mas, gohome. I'm really worried about you right now."

Actually Witma's eyes felt very heavy but he tried to stay awake, he hoped Reka came home because he wanted to apologize for what he had said. "My mouth is too presumptuous, so it makes Mas Reka angry and do not want to go home tonight," murmured Witma slowly.

Not long Witma's phone vibrates indicating that there is an incoming message. Witma smiled as she was sure it was a message from Reka. But when he opened the message at once his smile that was engraved sweetly on his lips changed as fast as lightning. "There is no way this is Mas Reka" said Witma shaking his head. "Yes, this is definitely not Mas Reka." Actually, the feeling of Witma was erratic when he saw a photo where Reka was asleep bare-chested while hugging a woman whose face alone did not look too clear.

One more notification went to Witma's phone. 'If you want to know the truth, then come to this address. Street with room number 304.'

Witma who was curious just called the number that sent her the message earlier, but the same number was not active. "There's no other choice, I have to go to this address." Witma rushed to the address. "But wait a minute, lest this is just a prankster who deliberately sent me a message." Witma seemed to be thinking. "If it's a prankster's job, what's he doing all this for." Witma was getting confused.

Moments later, Witma fell silent, feeling like she wanted to leave but her mind was still hesitant to believe the photo. But in the end Witma decided to keep going. "Alright, then I'll go, to prove the truth."

Just now Witma will hold the doorknob, the sound of her posel even dribbling indicates someone called her. she thoughtlessly shifted the green button.

"Ah, it feels so good. Come on, baby, go faster." The sound of the design is heard everywhere. "Darling you are so great, it's different with that barren woman."

Witma who was shocked to hear it all threw her phone to shreds, her mind is now entirely out of shape. "The voice of Mas Reka, and the voice of the village@han a woman." The corner of Witma's eyes is watery. "I have to get there fast."

Samsunged.