My husband no longer touched me
The Second Terror

Larasati Devotion

God, why isn't my fate as good as my two brothers?

Their lives are decent and fulfilling. Nice looks ayu nan nice. While me?

Life meets the needs. Husband is cold like the ocean.

My bad luck is just as bad. Is it because my life isn't as lucky as theirs?

From a small unattended adult especially. My father is gone, my mother? Not like a mother. What wrong? Ma'am. I You're not treating me like a child.

God would give me happiness. Even if only once. I wonder if it's happy.

God turned my husband into a loving man. At least, be a father for his children to be responsible.

I am tired of the burden I carry. Strengthen and make me so that I can guide the children so that they are not as lucky as their mothers.

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10 Years of my marriage a lot of pain and bitter I went through. Has Beni's attitude changed? Yes, although a little.

Now he started to give me a little bit of a living. Although, I still don't touch it. Am I a lonely woman? Sure do.

Let it be okay I'm sincere. After all, now he does not bring up who the father of the Ocean.

Drrt ....

The sound of the phone ringing blew my daydream. I grabbed that flat thing on the nightstand.

Unknown number?

"Hello, Dik," said the man on the phone.

Mas Ferdi's soft voice. Did ya?

"Yes, hello. Who?" I pretended not to know.

"You really don't remember me? I'm Mas Ferdi." He convinced me.

"Oh, Mas Ferdi? Who do I think," I said flatly.

Mas I missed you. My heart's screams.

"Cock, have you forgotten?"

I held back the crying that almost broke.

"I'll never forget a bastard like you, Mom! You're a savage man who doesn't have an o*ak!"

My phone broke up.

Aghhh!

"Bangs*t! Why are you coming again, Mom. I've almost forgotten slowly ...." My crying broke too.

"Ma-ma." The ocean calls me with its lisp language.

He hugged and looked at my face for a few seconds.

Ferdi is our baby. He's the one you forced to die for. Growing up agile and active. Don't you want to see him?

I remove these tears no more tears. Crying over Ferdi means I'm still stupid, stupid, stupid, expecting a love I could never have.

The next day I was gathering with the mothers in front of the complex.

A woman looked ordinary, pink-colored robe in line with her hijab came down from Avanza's car.

"Excuse me, this is Dolly Block C's alley, huh?" tanyakanya. While lowering the black glasses perched on his nose.

"Yes, right!" the mothers answered, including me.

"Oh, yeah. I'd like to ask you where is the usual food stall that truck drivers come to?"

"There are three food stalls here, Ma'am. Why yes, if you may know," said Mommy Meli my neighbor.

"I want to find where my husband's itchy mistress is!" resounding.

I nodded and retreated a little.

"Who is the husband's name, Ma'am?"

"Ferdi." The woman's eyes glared. He's holding back anger.

"Who is it, Ferdi." Mothers look at each other.

Fortunately, the mothers here don't know who Ferdi is.

Huft!

Safe .... Is he really his wife?

Almost had my heart removed.

"I know and know where the shop is!" someone said from behind.

Mothers turned around and saw who the owner of the voice was.

Holy hooch! Mammy?

Oh God, help me. Don't let my mom tell him.