Just My Ex Husband
Part 2 - Goodbye Frans

"Goodbye Frans."

That night I vented all my emotions in Frans' house.

The house I've lived in for five years with Frans. Through my day with him, accompanying both joy and sorrow.

Frans' achievement as chief director of the company was the interference of my marriage with him.

Frans' father was only able to appoint Frans as president director on the condition of marrying me, then Frans' father will entrust all company assets to his only son.

My father-in-law understands the reputation of the woman who was once Frans' lover. They only wanted money and position from the Wicaksana family only. Unlike me who is able to contribute fresh ideas for Frans business.

It all started with my meeting on a project to launch a fashion product. I'm believed to represent the office I worked for in collaboration with Frans' father's office, which is where we met.

Until finally, the flower of romance grew itself between me and Frans.

We love each other, no matter what we do, we promise never to be apart until death.

But that was before. Long before I knew a fact.

That was before I knew that deep down Frans was silent and longing for the presence of a child. Although not only Frans who crave complete happiness.

I also want a funny baby, a baby who will grow healthy together full of love, together to see our children grow up.

It turned out that everything Frans said was just a lie, just a lip flower that had always been a figure of speech to calm my worries.

Honestly, it often occurred to me that one day Frans would turn away from me, looking for a healthy woman who would be able to give offspring to him.

Moreover, the Wicaksana family has wealth that cannot be underestimated, it is certain to need a successor for the continuity of its business.

"I hate you Frans! Hate it! Hate it!"

I threw all the stuff at the dressing room.

Let everything be broken, just as my heart is today, feeling the tightness of what I have heard from the receptionist's mouth in the hospital.

I cried so much that I ignored the presence of bi Irah, the housekeeper at Frans' house.

Bi Irah had been working in this house for a long time, long before I married Frans.

I don't know, it feels like a nightmare.

I hope this is just a nightmare that has to wake up and end soon. But this is the truth. Not a dream at all.

Want to run wherever Frans has betrayed behind me.

Inevitably, like it or not, I have to accept the harsh reality.

"Non Jenny, the same story of Aunt Non" said bi Irah while staring anxiously at me.

The middle-aged woman's footsteps were very careful when she entered my room with Frans.

At that moment I immediately slammed into the arms of Irah, then cried out emotions that I could not bear anymore.

"Frans Bi, Frans." I complained to bi Irah, as if trying to complain to a middle-aged woman who had always been loyal to my small family.

Bi Irah stroked my long hair that was scattered on my back. Irah's affection is so sincere, she already considers me like her own daughter.

"Why with young master Non? What was? Same story with Auntie."

A row of questions came out of the lips of bi Irah who was panicking to see my situation that seemed chaotic.

Instead of telling the story, I cried even more rowdy, imagining Alea's face staring at Frans full of love.

Imagining their intimacy, until able to give birth to a child. Apparently, their relationship had come this far without me noticing.

I think the scandal about bosses and secretaries only exists in soap operas, it turns out that this is the reality that befalls my household.

"I want a divorce with Frans, Bi."

Bi Irah instantly let go of her embrace, prompting my body to look at each other netra.

Bi Irah tried to convince me of what I said. He wanted to make sure that my sentence was really serious or just a mere concoction.

My voice choked can not say any more words, as well as bi Irah who gasped gaped at me.

"Is Non Jenny sure it's mister?" bi Irah still doesn't believe what I said.

"Yakin Bi." I answered steadily.

I fell back down, until I was sitting limp on the lip of the bed.

"Patience Non, but if Bibi can give advice mending well chatted first with young master." bi Irah still try to be wise.

I just shook my head slowly, for me there is nothing to talk about anymore between me and Frans.

Everything was clear, I just wanted to go back to my mom's house.

"I have to go Bi." I said softly in front of bi Irah.

I wiped my tears flowing down my cheeks with one rough swipe, then got up from sitting grabbing a big suitcase and stuffing all my clothes into the suitcase.

For a moment I saw both eyes of bi Irah who jolted at my actions.

"Non please Non, it's already night. Don't force me to leave tonight either." bi Irah is still trying to hold back on my decision.

I still insist on packing my things and clothes. Without caring about the speech of Irah.

"Don't the night or the storm, even divorce I'm not afraid."

"Today is the last day I set my foot on this house Bi" I said firmly without looking at bi Irah.

After hearing what I said just now, bi Irah helped me bring stuff into the trunk of the car with a sad look.

From the look of bi Irah's face does not seem to let me go from this house.

"Non take good care of yourself, don't forget to give the news. Aunt must have missed Non."

Bi Irah hugged me so tightly and warmly.

His sincerity and sincerity are indeed extraordinary to me, considering me to be like his own son.

The emotional connection between us was too strong, even though with a heavy heart everything had to be left.

I don't want to live in the shadow of betrayal, let it all end.

Let this wound I feel, I keep it, and I will never be able to reopen it.

"I say goodbye to Irah, Assalamualaikum" I said while carrying the car keys with a downcast face, trying to hold back tears.

Then I started driving my car away from bi Irah, leaving a house that holds thousands of memories.

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Bi Irah was just staring at the departure of Jenny's car, maybe this is the last meeting Irah bi with her female employer.

Bi Irah's heart did not let Jenny go, but anyway bi Irah is also a woman, certainly able to feel what Jenny feels at this time.

If bi Irah was in the position of Jenny, of course she would have made the same decision.

No woman would share her husband with another woman. As fair as a husband, it will never look fair in the eyes of his wife.

Bi irah wiped the tears that glued on both cheeks, Irah's breathing felt tight, like dissolving in Jenny's sadness.

"O Allah, the non-woman is a very good woman, but why is the trial You put so hard on her?"

The middle-aged woman turned her face up, staring at the prickly sky of the terrace, still with a stupefied breath.

Then bi Irah rushed back to enter the luxury house owned by Frans, can bi Irah make sure that the house will feel lonely, will not be as warm as usual, without the presence of Jenny's figure there.

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