I'm the One You're wasting
Knowing the Painful Facts

After arriving at the address, Witma just knocked on the room with the number 304. There was no need to wait too long because the door of the room just opened. Instantly, Witma's legs felt weak when she saw Reka only using a towel while Lisa was still lying down while covering herself with a blanket.

The designer who saw Witma standing in the doorway did not feel surprised he instead asked, "Witma, what are you doing here?"

Clear threads began to wet Witma's cheeks, she also pinched her own hands several times hoping that this was all just a dream. For the first time Witma did not answer the question Reka he instead ignored it because he is currently focusing on looking up at the mattress where Lisa smiles satisfied there. Although his eyes were blurry due to his tears dripping.

"Witmas! Why are you quiet?" ask Reka again while pulling Witma's wrist to go inside, because she does not want people passing by to see her angry at Witma.

"Mas, what have you been doing behind my back?" Witma looked at the two Netra Reka. "Why do you have the heart to do this behind my back?" Witma looked at Reka's chest which was filled with red marks, it further made her blood boil. "What's my fault, Mom? Less what am I?"

"You're barren, can't give you a hereditary design. So, you better be self-aware." Lisa spoke as if she were the perfect woman. "You'll accept the fact enough, because soon me and Reka will have children."

Like being struck by lightning in the morning blind like this, Witma almost fell if she did not lean against the wall. He felt as if his world stopped spinning when he heard Lisa's words.

"Think your mad wife, we'll have a child soon. Maybe he couldn't believe that the words that came out of my own mouth were true as they were." Lisa makes Witma feel more difficult to just breathe.

"Mas, so .. is this the job you mean?" asked Witma with a trembling voice. He felt a lack of oxygen.

"Here we go, we'll discuss it at home" said Reka. "Remove those cheap tears, I don't like seeing them." The designer then opened the towel and shamelessly put his pants on there.

But who would have thought Lisa got out of bed, with a blanket approaching Reka. "Let me put it up for you, honey." Lisa knelt down in front of Reka and said, "Not to be ashamed, is not everything in your body I've seen everything." Lisa deliberately makes Witma feel more uncomfortable.

Witma who did not accept with wide steps pushed Lisa's shoulder, so Lisa fell and grimaced. "Stop, Lisa! Aren't you ashamed to do this in front of Mas Reka's legitimate wife." Witma's breathing went up and down holding back her emotions. "Basic lakor!" pekik Witma's.

At that moment also the sturdy palm of Reka again slapped her cheek. "What are you Witma, she's the mother-to-be of my children she's not an actor." Reka pushed Witma until Witma took a few steps back. "We finish it at home, you better go home!" suami Reka told Witma to come home.

Witma held her cheek. "Mas, my guess all this time is true if it turns out you cheated behind my back," said Witma ignored by Reka. Because Design looks to be helping Lisa to stand up.

"Lisa, are you okay?" ask Lisa while helping her to stand up. "Where is sick?"

"The barren lady's mistress, I'm sick of seeing her face!" Lisa's voice was blaring in the room.

"Witma's home! Before my patience runs out." The designer then took his belt. "This belt has not been in contact with your skin for a long time, do you want it on cam—"

Witma without permission came out of the room, so that the sentence of Reka hung in the air.

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Lisa shakes. "Mama and papa won't be upset if Reka, uh." Lisa looked at Witma who just looked down lethargic.

"Just calm down, the designer will definitely be responsible." Endang stroked Lisa's hand. "When do you want Lisa to be in the room?" ask Endang without asking permission first to Witma.

"Isn't faster better Mom," said Lisa in response to Endang's question. "Because I'm afraid, this stomach is gonna get bigger."

Witma who heard it stood up and broke down the table, she did not accept what Lisa said. Because all this time he knew that the barren was Reka not himself. "No, Witma disagrees. Because it's not Mas Re—'s son"

"What the fuck are you Witma, sit down! No one asked for your opinion." The design pointed to Witma. "Sit down! You heard enough of my decision!" snapped Design.

Lisa and Endang smiled in satisfaction as Reka snapped at Witma, as if they were happy to see Witma in this sad state. Unlike the case with Badrun who just stay in the corner at the very end. Because he can't do anything when he finds out that Reka impregnated Lisa.

"They leave everything to Mom, because Mom's decision is never wrong" said Reka.

"Alright Design, but I asked my son, Lisa not to throw a big party. Because Lisa can see for herself the situation of Mom and Dad like this." Endang pretended to be sad when he said that.

"No problem, let Lisa bear the cost of it all. Mom and Dad just set the day." Lisa took some money out of her bag. "This suffices, the cost of making the invitation." Lisa put it on the table. "The rest is for the mother to care, so that the mother looks beautiful on the day H."

With a quick movement, Endang took the money Lisa gave him. "Thank you, Lisa. It's more than enough you're the ideal son-in-law." Endang praised Lisa blatantly in front of Witma. "Get our future grandchildren, so that the baby leaves in good health." Endang stroked Lisa's flat stomach.

"Then I go home first, Mother please take care of Mas Reka for me, yes." Lisa kissed Endang's palm. Then it approached Badrun. "Mr also please take care of your health, this is a little money to buy medicine." Lisa wants to grab Badrun's hand. But Badrun quickly shook his hand.

"Mr, Lisa is our daughter-in-law. Don't be so disrespectful." Endang stared intently at Badrun. "Don't you already know, Lisa's a good woman. So you don't have to think badly of Lisa."

"Women are good, never to ruin the happiness of another's household." Badrun stood up as he said, "Witma, going into your room, son, here will only make the wounds in your heart grow."

"Lisa nice lady sir, this is all Witma's fault if only she wasn't barren sure Reka would never have cheated on Lisa until she got pregnant like this." She still defended Lisa. "And for what you told Witma to come in, today she has a schedule to cook for our family thanksgiving. So, he doesn't have time to relax."

Badrun who was about to step suddenly just held his stomach. "Mother, it's been really very terkerel—" Badrun remark was cut off when he fell down.

"Mr!" witma exclaimed, she looked so panicked.

Seriate.