It's Happier After Divorce
7. The House of Ayra

Her morning.

I wake up and start the day again. Trying to hold on because I was confused about what to do if I asked for a divorce from Mas Dimas.

I took a shower with Audrey. But my son's gaze kept on my face.

"Why Audrey? How do you keep looking at your mom's face?" many confused.

"Hem, is mom crying?"

I smiled fake. "Hem, no dear. Mama's fine" I replied.

"But my mom's eyes are swollen. The teacher said that swollen eyes were a sign of crying."

I didn't answer the question. Shame to admit that I cried all night.

After I got out of the bathroom, I put Audrey on the clothes, scooped the provisions and put them in the bag.

Then I accompanied him to school. The house is still quiet, because I know, surely the two lovebirds are still in the room.

Intentionally, today I only cooked food for myself and my son. For Sarah, let the sheep-fighting woman cook her own food. I've been fooled by him for three months.

The plan was, after taking Audrey I was going to Ayra's house. The house is quite far from here. Therefore I have to prepare more money if it goes to his house. But, I forgot to bring my fare. So we have to go back home.

"Mia, why haven't you cooked for Sarah, huh? You forgot she was pregnant?" said Mas Dimas who confronted me at the door.

I'm pissed off. "When I was pregnant Audrey I cooked myself. Why should Sarah be me?"

"But he wants to eat your food" said Mas Dimas without thinking about my feelings.

This makes me breathe. "Eh Mas's. Always eating my cooking is not craving her name. People crave differently every day, but Sarah keeps wanting to eat my cooking. You don't suspect, he can't cook? Oh, I understand this is why Sarah divorced her past husband. Because he can't cook!" I stepped in without caring for my angry husband behind me.

After I got more money, I left the house.

"Streeting, it feels right at home!" answer's short.

Mas Dimas didn't say anything, so I could freely get out of the house.

After traveling for an hour using an angkot, I reached my sister Ayra's house.

I rang the bell of his house, as he opened the door, a smile appeared on his face. "Sister?!" tanyanya surprised. He suddenly hugged me tightly, "Sister hasn't come in a long time!" I felt Ayra cry a little.

"Sister's busy with sister's life, Dek. So often forget you have a sister" I said jokingly.

"Ah, cruel sister! Forgot my own sister!"

I smiled funny. Then stamped my brother's chubby cheek, "You're still as spoiled as you used to be on the deck."

"On the big brother can still, right?" tanya Ayra proposed a leniency.

"Totally can."

Ayra smiled happily, then grabbed my waist from the side. "Let's go in, brother" he said.

I went inside my sister's mansion. On the wall are wedding photos, photos of Ayra's twins as a child, up to 10 years old.

Yes, Ayra got married first. I am thirty years old. My sister is 29 years old.

So my sister got married when she was 19. She was framed by her ex-boyfriend himself to make her pregnant and give birth at a relatively young age.

While the man who did that is Ayra's husband now, he is a successful businessman who happens to be a playboy guy.

But calm, Ayra lives a very luxurious and loving life and attention from her husband now because she managed to conquer the playboy nature of my sister-in-law.

"Sister came because of what?" ayra asked after she served tea and snacks on the table.