Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)

Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
The ex-husband's family humiliation


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"You wanna come?" ask me to open the car door.


"Yes" said Divta.


We got out of the car. For a moment I was silent, staring at the sturdy building that had accompanied me for approximately eleven years. The building that bears silent witness between me and Mas Galvin.


"All will be well" said Divta, calming me down.


I nodded and forced a smile. Then we entered the fence of a simple house with a minimalist blue sea. Yes I like the color blue, especially in front of him there are some flower pots of my plants. However, baby after I don't live here, these flowers wilt just like my heart is today.


I stared sadly at the flowers I took care of with great difficulty. Now it withers and falls on the ground. I want to bring her to a new home, but this is a lot. I let the flowers stay in our memory. Let's just say that he's the one I'm putting up to keep Mas Galvin in a dream. Although slowly he finally gave up then withered and died along with his dried leaves without water.


"Ara," call someone.


Until my daydreams spread when someone called my name. Divta and I looked at the sound.


"Mas Galvin," I murmured slowly.


Divta and I went inside. Mas Galvin's gaze was so fixed on me. I don't know what my ex-husband saw? I have no relationship with him.


"Huh, who else is Diandra? Why is it different today again?" ask my ex-mother-in-law with her face rubbed against me.


I don't answer my heart's getting hot. Especially yesterday she said I'm a cheap girl who likes to sell herself to striped men. I don't accept it, I'm not that kind of woman. If, I am indeed a teaser, Divta would have entered into my temptation.


"I'm here to pick up some files in our room, Mom," I explained.


"Please take!" tell Mas Galvin with his sweet smile.


"Ck, can't. I won't let a third person into our room, Mas" Lucia refused loudly.


I smiled cynically. Is Lucy aware that she is the third person in our relationship? He has taken Mas Galvin and the room from my hands. I should have said that, not him. But why like me the actor?


"Lussia_"


"Mas, you're the one who took it. Lucia is right no good for anyone else to get into your room" I said. "Take Nara and Naro's school files, Mas," I said.


"You asked my son!" hardik's ex-mother-in-law. "Basar women do not know themselves. Divorced is still flirtatious with people's husbands," said the former in-laws cynically looking at me.


I stroked my chest slowly, patiently. If there's no Divta maybe I'll fight to defend my rights.


"It has. It's been. Let Mas take it," said Mas Galvin.


Mas Galvin is still like before. His meek nature and always able to relieve emotions and quarrels, made me miss my ex-husband. If Mas Galvin had not betrayed, we would have lived happily.


Galvin rushed into the room and took the file I asked for.


While the former in-laws and Lucia looked at me hatefully. True, long ago the original nature of Lucia was seen. She is a kind and gentle girl. However, after I found out who he was. He seemed to show his true nature.


"Be careful you are Captain Divta, this Diandra likes to change partners. Yesterday I saw him with another man and today with you. Watch out later you become the next victim," said the former in-laws were full of emphasis.


My heart was so sore that I was so bad in the eyes of my former in-laws that she could say something I never did. Do I look like a whore in her eyes? Why don't you have feelings before you say words that hurt?


"Ara didn't tease me," Divta replied quickly.


"You don't eat sweet talk he's Captain Divta, later you are even used again. Understand young widow. Especially not having a husband, would need money, right?" said the former in-laws again.


"Enough, Mom!" hardik me while standing up.


"Diandra" cried Mas Galvin from the direction of my room.


Galvin walked quickly to me and Divta.


Plaques


I was shocked when one slap landed on my cheek. It was painful and spit out a little blood.


"You don't talk rudely to my mother" said Mas Galvin.


I held Divta's hand when I was about to attack Mas Galvin. A person who feels he is right will not feel guilty even if he has hurt others.


"Go away from this," cast Mas Galvin out while throwing the file I asked for in my face.


"Ehhhh don't be rude dong," drag Divta who looks emotional.


"You don't meddle this is none of your business" Mas Galvin retorted looking at Divta hatefully.


While I'm picking up the files strewn across the floor. Tears on my cheek.


"Obviously I'm interfering, whatever Ara's concerned is my business," Divta looked with a defiant face.


"You're nobody, so don't be shocked to interfere,"


"Ka_"


"Stop!!" yell cry me.


"Don't you ever come here again Diandra, you're just like the others" said Mas Galvin with emphasis.


I looked at Mas Galvin, I could see if the look in his eyes seemed to harbor anger and hatred. She must have misunderstood me when I yelled at her mother earlier. Galvin loved his mother very much.


"I will never come here again. May one day you feel the pain as I do" I said.


"Come on Ta,"


Divta and I got out of the fence. My knees suddenly felt weak. It's like I don't have the energy. This is the second time Mas Galvin has yelled at me. Why does it feel so painful? My chest is like being squeezed by blocks, then squeezing it to bleed a lot.


I got in the car followed by Divta.


"Ra, your cheeks are red. I'll treat ya," said Divta softly.


I turned my eyes towards Divta. This is the point of destruction in my life. The humiliation of my ex-husband's family really makes me feel like a pathetic woman. I didn't do anything wrong, but I've been subjected to violence like this.


"Not crying anymore." Divta wiped my tears.


"Ta, can I hug you for a second? I'm tired, Ta," I asked.


Divta stretched out her arms, so I could get into her arms. I hugged Divta with a sobbing that echoed in the car. It really hurts. I can't explain it in words.


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