My husband belongs to his mother
Joya's parents' arrival

Hamdan stepped into the house with enthusiasm, somehow a feeling of relief reached into the heart, maybe actually his little heart knew if the presence of the mother made the warmth of the household disturbed, maybe, but Hamdan believes Joya will still love him, Hamdan believes that.

" Assalamualaikum" his greeting got no reply.

The house did look lonely, Hamdan hurriedly stepped into the house to look for his wife's whereabouts.

Hamdan opened the room door and saw an unusual sight, where Joya slept well in a dark room, leaving the window tightly closed by the curtains.

" Deck" Hamdan approached the sleeping wife.

Joya opened her eyes, but remained unmoved.

" Why sleep? aren't Father and Mother coming?" hamdan asked, a soft voice like before, before the presence of the figure who turned him into indifferent to Joya.

Joya just muttered, which made Hamdan sound again.

" The house is still not neat, surely later Mother will suspect that something has happened between us" said Hamdan who received sharp attention from Joya.

" Who's making a mess here? Who does he's responsible, not me!"

Realizing his words had offended Hamdan's wife apologized.

" Deck, for all that I'm sorry, I promise you'll be even wiser"

" It's too late!" just cut Joya off.

Hamdan scrutinized his wife's now-draggly face, Joya seemed to have lost a few pounds, and perhaps it was because of her cowardice.

" What does it mean to be late deck', mas is still here, I've already taken him away, especially now?" his tan gently pulled the hand of his faithful wife lying down.

Didn't know Hamdan, that all that had happened was not something light, now not only Joya's responsibility, there are other women that he should love the same attention. Really, Joya doesn't know how Hamdan still thinks things are the same.

Joya threw out her rough breath, before sitting herself down.

" Where are you going?" asked Hamdan who saw Joya leave just like that.

" Find food to welcome Father and Mother!"

" Aren't you cooking?" ask Hamdan again.

Joya chooses to leave without answering Hamdan's questions.

Joya POV

I walk this leg out of the house, leaving the man I used to love so much, I know my love is still intact for him, baby now he is not entirely mine, competing with his mother only I can not, I can not afford, especially now that there is another woman in her life.

Hamdan, the name of the man I used to love so much, he loved me so much, we met at a commercial company two and a half years ago.

At that time I was interning at the company where he worked, the company was owned by my uncle, I happened to be placed in the sales department, our meeting was so short that there was no three months of introduction, no, mas Hamdan proposed to me. Dad actually did not agree because at that time I just wanted to find work experience, but with all his tenderness was able to melt the heart of Dad, two months after we got married, but with all the tenderness, marriage is simple because considering that at that time Ibu mas Hamdan was sick with appendicitis and had just undergone surgery.

Again because of the cleverness of Hamdan to soften the heart of Dad, even though Dad has thousands of friends who will be invited in undo and only invite a few.

The beginning of our marriage was very happy, mas Hamdan so spoiled me, what I want mas Hamdan must have given, even so I remained on the limit, did not ask if he could not, of course.

Mas Hamdan has a gentle and understanding attitude, although he works but he always takes the time to help me finish the homework.

Nothing less before this, I was very happy living with him.

The love that I have now is numb, somehow where the heart beat that used to be crazy when hearing his seduction, somehow where the subtle swish that often comes when Hamdan mengumbu sedu.

I actually feel disgusted to be close to him, the feeling came just like that considering not only I have his body. Am I sinning?

I am not from an ordinary family, my father has his own business in the property sector, only he built his company in the country sebrang.

From childhood I have got everything, from childhood I am used to being in priority, to sharing is quite difficult for me, especially when it comes to sharing a husband, honestly I can not and do not want!

After getting what I want, I go home.

The house was not pleasant to look at, although all were still the same, but the Hamdan mas had tarnished our happiness with him sucking the honey of another flower, but it did not, in the same house when he sucked my honey.

" Deck," Mas Hamdan immediately approached me, the eyes looked very worried, there were two foreign sandals in front of the house did Daddy and Mommy come?

" Dad and Mommy waited for it" It turned out to be true, both my parents had come.

" Joy" as soon as he stepped in the living room, Dad immediately spread out his hands.

I immediately entered into the arms of the man who became my first love. I want to cry and complain to him, but I hold on, let me hide this for a while, until the right time.

" You're thin" he said as soon as our embrace slipped.

" Joya, Dad's diet" I hear Dad's clucking doesn't like to hear my answer.

Now I'm approaching Mother who did the same thing as Father just now.

" Where are you?" ask Mother gently.

" From looking for this" I raised my luggage.

" Here let the mas readyin" Mas Hamdan took over my luggage, the usual thing every time I from shopping is indeed mas Hamdan will arrange my groceries, but that was before his mother came.

After leaving Hamdan to the kitchen, I observed the room that had returned to how it used to be, it turns out that Hamdan really cleaned up the mess in this house.

All plastic bags are no longer there, roses and fresh moon orchids have been decorated on the table and closet sideboard this minimalist room.

Mas Hamdan is indeed a good man in fact, only... My heart throbbed considering that I could not expect him to be the way he was, maybe my decision would surprise both of my parents, but frankly I was just a human being, he said, cannot and will not share a husband.

Is it my ego?

" Dad, Mother, it turns out that Joya went to buy satay Padang" Mas Hamdan's voice made me turn my head.

The man looked at my face with a happy twinkle, the sweet smile was still the same, but it was meaningless in my heart, it turned out that the effect of heartache was this terrible.

I saw Hamdan staring at me more and more, there was a twinkle of disappointment in his eyes.

'Sorry, I can't be the old Joya'

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