It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
10. Future plans

"I'm sorry to you. We don't want to see you happy. However, we don't want to see you continue being lied to by your husband."

Ms. Mia handed me the tissue box that was in the dashboard of her car. --sruuugghhh-I took out snot that had filled my nose. My heart was broken, accepting two realities at once. First he's a paid man by a woman who needs love. Second, secretly married a beautiful rich woman, and sexy. Meanwhile, I'm just a thin, dry woman who's all flat.

Because of that, he never considered himself his wife again. It is not to me that he has given up his rat and ga i rah. I, just like a machine to clean himself, have been doing dirty behind my back.

Arriving at home, I put Elena who had been stuck in a sling. What will happen after this? Do I have to survive? Do I have to think about Elena again?

I immediately took ablution. I fulfilled Isha's obligation which was too late because of this problem. Can only weep, pleading with the Most Loving to give me guidance on all things to choose.

One hour sitting on a table. Tears seemed to dry out of savings until no longer able to drip.

"I forgive my Lord. I know you will not like a farewell. However, the Servant could no longer be with him. So, ridhoi is every step of the servant in making choices. Servant is sure, You will never test Your created being beyond his ability. Be strong, servant. Amen."

Until the morning before, not as sepicing even the eyes and mind sleep. The brain continues to think about the drama that must be decided as soon as possible. I can no longer hold on with him. Imagine everything he did with another woman. Not just one, but many women.

"Grandee ..."

"Grandee ..."

I again felt nauseous considering that all the food that entered the stomach was the result of an affair he commercialized. In addition to losing my taste, I also feel disgusted considering that this body has been touched and mummified by him.

Even though he never touched me again after three months, I still felt like I was getting dirty. I'm sorry .. sorry about everything. Regret being born in the hamlet that makes me stupid. Regret this self that is easily lulled.

The morning came and the sky changed. But he has not yet returned home. Did he really decide to leave me?

My body was fixed floating, lightly no longer resting on the earth. Ever since the two rakaats, I just sat curled up against the wall on the mattress that does not have this cot.

I looked at the little girl who was deep in her dreams. "You don't worry, son. My mom will always take care of you. From today on, I'll be both mother and father to you."

These footsteps seem to exceed the lightness of cotton. I felt like I was free from a heavy burden that made me really continue to stand on the earth. I must be strong, life will not end here. I have to plan for the future after this.

I'm moving to wash customers' clothes between passion and anger. And so, my work was finished very quickly. After drying the clothes, I immediately checked my finances. While the money that Bang Alan gave me yesterday, I put it aside.

I opened a very precious box. Money given by Father. Money from sweat when you go to the rice fields and coffee gardening. I hugged the money.

"Am I going back to the hamlet? Living life as a farmer and coffee gardening too?"

I spent a few minutes staring. "Don't! I can't go back in this situation. My mom and dad would be very sad if I came home with a widow status."

I counted the amount of money I managed to collect. I didn't expect the outcome to be so unexpected. I can buy a big enough washing machine with this money. I can open a small laundry service with this.

After Elena wakes up, we immediately prepare. I will deliver clean clothes and as usual bring new dirty clothes. Even if I don't plan on cooking, I'll stop by to meet the black-clad troops who have woken me up from that nightmare.

"Nesya, how are you?" ask Mia Ma.

"You're not sleeping?" added Mrs Wulan.

"Young people today are so outrageous. I'm worried that my son is like him. My son is about the same age as Alan. His behavior is really troubling." said Miss Retno.

"You are patient, Nesya. You better end it all than be locked up with a toxic husband like Alan." Ms. Mia again conveyed her aspirations.

"Thank you Mba Mia, Mba Retno, Mba Wulan .. If without you, until now I will continue to be fooled by him."

All the eyes that were shopping in the stall looked at me concerned. I don't need that. All I need is support and encouragement.

"What's your next plan?" ask Miss Retno.

I shook my head. "I'll hang in here. I'll try to open a small laundry business."

The mothers looked at each other. A few seconds later they smiled at me. "Again" they said in unison.

"If I'm busy, I'll make sure to use your laundry services" said Ms. Retno.

"Later for the boarding children, I will have to wash clothes in your place" said Ms. Mia.

"If I work, I'll leave the laundry at your place" said Ms. Wulan.

My tears fell unstoppably. I am so deeply moved. "Thank you all. Even though I'm a nobody, you've all been very kind to me."

Another member who was not seen last night. Bu Jeni is a director of a particular section in banking. Bu Jeni has a son who works as a lecturer. But I never saw his son. They are a very busy family. For my sake, Miss Jeni was on an ambush mission last night. No kidding their profession.

I'm heading to the electronics store. I bought a washing machine that was in accordance with financial circumstances. Meanwhile, Bang Alan's money I put into the charity box at the mosque. May God still receive it, amen.

I came back before the washing machine was delivered. Turns out, Bang Alan was already curled up at the door. He came closer, but he was reluctant to see his face.

"You can take everything you have." The door opened and I let him come in with me.

"Cube has half an hour to put this together." I immediately went into the room putting Elena sitting on the bed.

Bang Alan's clothes were immediately removed from the wardrobe. He approached holding this hand which continued to throw clothes at his face.

"Don't, I don't want us to part!"

Whahuh? He said he didn't want to split up? Does he not know, this heart is no longer willing to see that face? However, Bang Alan tried to grab my hand.

The whole fur of Rome seemed to stand getting a touch from his hand. "Let go!" My hands were broken and my body pushed rough.

"Don't touch me!" I rubbed the hand he was holding with my clothes.

"Are you so disgusted with me?"

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Hay-Hay .. Thank you for stopping by my latest work yaa ... This time I want to invite all of you to stop by also at the work of my best friend who is upset by the storm.

Author by: Kaka Shan

Title: Not Mapped

Blurbs:

Initially Alea just wanted to give a good impression in order to win the hearts of two potential investors for the project he handled. They are the young CEOs of two different companies. However, ready to think if through the plan Alea even made the two CEOs interested in him.

Instead of prioritizing the issue of cooperation, the two handsome CEOs were competing to get Alea's heart. Who will win Alea's heart? the CEO of Anderson who is famous as the real Don Juan Or the CEO of Arga's Air whose carrier is so sholeh and manley?