ICHA Is My Wife
Prostitutes

In a building that is very large and wide and widely visited by the able and upper classes. Irwan was standing next to the table at that place. The man started activating his cell phone and dialed one of the numbers he was in contact with.

"Sul, I've transferred" Irwan said by air.

"Thank you dear," replied the woman who was called by Irwan.

"We broke up!" irwan replied, turning off his phone and leaving the place.

While Suli is in a cafe that is used as a relaxing place by many people with a man whose age is not far adrift by Irwan.

After the phone connection was cut off, Suli turned her eyes to the man and put her phone into a bag on the table both.

"You don't feel guilty about Irwan with your attitude like this?" asked the man while sipping the drink he had in front of him and rendering his body in the chair.

"Ngk tuh," replied Suli casually and ate a stick that had been served on the table.

"Aren't you overreacting?" ask again.

"Here Don, shut up!"

The woman's cynical look was fixed on the man named Doni who was sitting in front of her. The man who has the status of his lover when Irwan is leaving him abroad to find a rupiah coffer and to collect his own wealth.

"I just feel bad for Irwan!"

"If I don't ask Irwan, are you able to give what Irwan loves to me?" said Suli who began to be dominated by his sense of emotion. He took his bag on the table and left Doni alone.

"I'm sorry Mr. Irwan for betraying your faith,"

"I love Suli more than I love myself." muttered Doni.

"And you always get what you want while I'm only the third person in your relationship because my material is not as good as you, not as ungrateful, I just want to make myself happy with the people I love." continued the man who left the cafe after completing the payment.

With a simple motorbike in his possession, Doni started riding his duck bike through the streets that became traffic for everyone who would cross. Helmets attached to his head became one of his guard in driving alone on the highway. The vibration he felt made him have to stop the speed of his motorbike on the side of the road and pick up the phone that has been ringing since it was nailed his pants.

"Yes, Dad!"

"Dad, want to get married again?"

"Ta .. but!"

"Well, tomorrow I'll be back in the yard!"

"Order you're happy."

Done that, Doni again run the bike casually while enjoying the afternoon air that is happening.

The same thing was felt by Suli, in the middle of his journey to his home precisely in a taxi he also received a call from someone whose number was not stored in his contact, he said, without waiting any longer the girl immediately took her phone from inside the bag and lifted the intended air connection.

"Hello! Who?" tanya Suli put her phone on her smooth face.

"It's me Widya" replied the man

"Oh!" brief Sully

"I want to tell you about your mother,"

"Sul, beat me up first!"

"What do you want to talk about? You know that I am the laziest when it comes to the old woman" Suli replied lazily.

It is clear from the look and tone of Suli's face if he does not like the figure being discussed by that person. Almost the woman turned off her phone connection but, because hearing Widya's voice that seemed hasty made Suli also a little curious but, her laziness was much greater than the curiosity she wanted to know.

"Sul, no matter how she is the one who conceives, gives birth and takes care of you when everyone no longer cares about you" Widya's duty.

"I didn't ask for any of that from him!"

"Well, then I'll just go to the point, if your name will be married the day after tomorrow, come or not, you're up to you!"

After hearing Widya's intention to call him, Suli did not reply again immediately turned off her phone and returned to keep her phone in her bag.

With a sad and sad look, Suli looked at the entire street he was passing through the windshield.

Even his lips said that he no longer cared about the figure of the woman who gave birth to him, it did not mean that the blood flowing in his body just stopped.

In these circumstances it was a hard decision for him, to get rid of his ego, to go home and attend his mother's wedding or defend his hatred and to let the old woman get even more miserable with the guilt that kept haunting him.

"I must be present, in order for Mother to be happy!" murmured Suli in the end.

"First whore!"

"First whore!"

"The work is sedain Husband man,"

"The night goes on,"

Suli recalled the incident, the sound of a voice shouting insult to her mother's work made her mentally down.

The events that had been dozens of years had crossed again in his mind. When it has been occupied the Elementary School precisely third grade SD, He got a lot of scorn using that sentence and the most heartbreaking incident was when a group of classmates even many other classes who helped form a circle around him to surround him made him crouch dare not look at those who continue to insult him with words that come out of their mouths that insult his mother and make that excuse not to be friends with him.

After recalling that it seemed like her intention to attend her mother's wedding just disappeared because of the pain of her mother's work that made her life fall apart and fall apart.

"Woy keep your Bokap, don't get teased with mama nih gals!" show a beautiful woman to Suli with disgust.

"She Mama's going to be a male stainer!" continue the other one.

"For the money, the whole thing!" said another student cynically.

Suli who has repeatedly received such treatment can only be subdued to shame for the work done by his mother to finance the life and educational needs of his son.

The incident took place in the field of basketball during the break time, when he was wearing a white uniform dongker (Smp), not only in SD turned out after occupying higher education he also still got the teasing.

With all his courage, he ran over and bumped into anyone who blocked his steps to leave that shameful place punctuated by cries dripping from his eyelids.

Again, he had to wipe his tears with the tissue he owned when remembering the incident really knocked him mentally. The humiliation event cannot be forgotten just like that even though it will add to his hatred of his own mother.

"I hate that woman!" murmured Suli was full of grudges and finally decided to cancel his intention of attending his mother's wedding.