Just My Ex Husband
Part 1 - Alea's

I never thought before about the fate of my household ending up at the green table. Just on Friday at ten in the morning, my divorce hearing went quickly.

When the judge of the religious court knocked the hammer three times, it meant that I was no longer a married couple.

I am still unable to withstand the pain that is still clearly reflected in my memory.

That night Frans with a panicked face picked up the phone that was out of nowhere?

However, his face had already turned into panic. Until Frans ignored me who was still in his arms.

At once Frans immediately grabbed the car keys, his steps half-run regardless of my curious attitude.

"There's a sudden office business dear, maybe I don't go home" he said briefly to me.

After saying that Frans peeked at the top of my head for a moment, but somehow the feeling of a wife was so strong. I can't believe the reason Frans told me.

Finally, I decided to follow where my husband went in my own car.

I deliberately gave Frans a distance, but it felt like something was strange here.

This is not the way to Frans' office. Frans's office should have turned right on the red light fork, but why would Frans still choose the straight?

My mind is getting raging. Especially with the various reasons Frans gave me this end.

It feels increasingly unreasonable, Frans often said meetings outside the city, even to have to stay overnight.

Even if Frans came home, he came home late. Until I fell asleep because I was tired of waiting.

About an hour away, Frans car stopped at a house with a minimalist violet design.

"Whose house is this?" I muttered softly, still watching my husband who was walking hastily upon entering the house.

A few minutes later Frans was out of the house. She was carrying a beautiful woman with a big belly, it seemed like she was ready to give birth.

But wait a minute, from the look on his face it seems like I recognize that woman. It's just that her bloated posture due to the old pregnancy made it a little difficult to find the name of the woman.

"l.. Alea.." I said stammered.

Yes Alea, my husband's secretary who is very smart and deft, but why did she get pregnant?

In fact, how come Alea has never been married?

Is it possible that Frans is helping a secretary of pride for labor?

It could have been Alea's husband serving out of town, or abroad.

At that time my mind was still trying to be positive, but if between Alea and my husband there was no special relationship, why did Alea's embrace feel so intimate in Frans' arms?

Ah, my heartbeat's getting more erratic.

I'm afraid to accept the fact that Alea is pregnant with Frans's child.

Otherwise, why would Frans be so caring and considerate of Alea?

What's more, my unfailing position is to give a child to Frans.

Let all those questions I keep first, the most important thing right now is that I need to know who is the father of the baby Alea is carrying?

Frans' car drove back to the hospital. Soon I followed Frans' steps, but now my steps stopped at the reception.

"Good night Mba, can anyone help?"

The receptionist greeted me with a warm welcome, with a smile imprinted on her pretty face.

"I'm the brother of Alea, the patient who just gave birth."

"Oh please Mba, just wait in the delivery room" said the receptionist.

If I'm honest, that's not what I want to match more in the information. I just want to know what the name of the couple is from Alea?

"Ehmm, sorry Mba. If I may know her husband Alea on whose behalf Mba? Let me not wrong people."

I lied a little, but it's okay because my curiosity is bigger here.

Then the receptionist checked the monitor screen, then read out the name of Alea's husband.

"His husband is here on behalf of Frans Wicaksana, Mba."

GLLEEEEEEKKKKK

At once my heart was broken to pieces, my breath was asphyxiated to hear my husband's name being called the husband of another woman's name.

My ears felt hot, as well as my two eyeballs that began to glaze over, even a speck of clear grain managed to fall freely on my cheek, without being able to hold it again.

Five years with Frans, it turned out to be Frans' reply to me.

I know I'm disabled, unable to give Frans offspring, but at least Frans has to tell me first what he's done with Alea.

"Mba, are you crying?"

The receptionist made me realize, I must be strong and accept the reality that exists today.

"Ah no, just glimmers of mascara only Mba. Thank you Mba."

I quickly stepped towards Alea's delivery room, it seemed like she was about to give birth to a normal one.

I saw from the door of the room in the middle of which there was a narrow glass, Frans' shadow still I could see there.

Frans faithfully clasped Alea's fingers tightly, peeling the top of her head, giving Alea the motivation to stay strong giving birth to her flesh blood.

The blood of flesh that Frans had long craved, and now his dream was achieved. But not with me. Not with the woman who always believed in him, until the trust was used easily by Frans.

Suddenly there was a loud cry of the baby, and everyone in the room congratulated Frans.

While I was already drooping leaning against the door. I could no longer bear to witness the happiness I had dreamed of for years.

I don't care if the baby is a boy or a girl. My breath was too tight to watch my husband kiss, hug, and hold Alea's fingers in deep emotion.

"Goodbye Frans."

My lips twitched, but it was a decision I had to make.

I can't afford to be pitted against Frans.

I can't share my husband with another woman, I'm not an angel of patience.

I'm just a weak woman named Jenny Florencia. The woman who was sentenced to be barren, unable to give children to any man who married me.

Let me be alone, than I must endure the pain of divided love.

Let that love go together that can give you more happiness Frans.

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I am not an angel of patience.

Miss Viona