NOT PERPETRATORS
When the Rumors Came

At first I was really angry, sad, disappointed. Can't stand the sharp wild mouth-mouth gossip. Spicy criticism, the sneer of nyinyir boneless tongues. I'm so sick of hearing their shit.

"Basic lakor!"

"Purely!"

"Woman teaser!"

Four months ago, in August, I met a man on social media, Facebook. Name, Rangga. A Jakarta cross truck driver.

[Hi, can you contact me?] sapa Rangga via messenger.

[Can.]

[Em ... are you married?]

[Already.]

[Hm ... Too bad yes.]

Without reply, I immediately turned off the phone's data connection. Not responding to the playboy.

A few hours later, I reopened my phone. I enabled the data connection in the on position.

TING! TING! TING!

Back-to-back messages coming in.

[You're beautiful, sweet.]

[You want a kissed donk?]

[Not baled anyway.]

[Mighty jutek.]

[Darling?]

Anxiety slowly perched in the mind. I know who this guy is. He's the husband of my friend, the Goddess. Which is the village neighbor. I don't know what possessed him, almost every woman he seduced. Although only on social media such as, Facebook and Instagram, its nature makes many people sick and upset.

Not wanting to continue to be disturbed, I immediately typed a message.

[I ALREADY HAVE A HUSBAND. PLEASE DON'T DISTURB ME!] I deliberately typed with all capital letters as a warning and affirmation.

[Hm ... Mamas wants to hug your body that looks cool and bohai, deh!]

[BASIC GUY GANJEN! FLIRTATIOUS!] reply me with super annoyance.

[Pardon! Look out for you! You will regret it!] mencam Rangga's.

Once the contents of the last messenger before I finally block his FB account. I want to feel squared on the Goddess, about her husband's behavior. However, I was worried that it would cause trouble. Although actually Dewi has memorized the character of her flirtatious husband..

I once met Rangga, while attending Karina's wedding reception. We also had a hand at that time, I was with my husband, and Rangga with his wife. Maybe he was trying to tease me by pretending he didn't know me on Facebook.

Week pass. This Sunday morning was different. I walked through the alley of the housing complex. I watched the faces of mothers who were shopping for vegetables in front of the house of Ms. RT.

"Sst ... The man came, Mother-Mother silence!" One of them immediately whispered when he saw me emerge from the alley.

I noticed their lips were sneering, some were deliberately throwing their faces away, and some were suddenly insinuating with words I could not understand the meaning of his words.

"Make what hooded, clothes covered, but his heart is hypocritical!" sindir Bu Wati, my neighbor.

I approached the greengrocer who was almost invisible, due to the crowd of mothers who were busy sorting out vegetables.

"Assalamualaikum ..," I said kindly as usual. There is no answer from them. There was something strange in my mind. What's the matter?

"Valayevansalam ... Ms. Ima, let's choose the vegetables, ma'am," said Mr. Nasril, a traveling greengrocer, while offering vegetables.

While choosing vegetables, I tried positive thinking towards them.

"Less money times yes, or her husband who is less hot," said Bu Ana, nodding her thick lips.

"Or less," said Bu Wati.

I'm still quiet not shaking. At first I thought they weren't gossiping about me. But after hearing the insinuations and observing their movements, I was sure that something must have gone wrong.

They keep sneering. Without knowing what my fault is. I picked up some vegetables, then I paid and hurried away.

My feelings are not muddled. In my mind, there must be something wrong. Butwhat?

Arriving in front of the house, there seemed to be a woman who was no stranger to me, angry at my husband.

"What mean? Sorry ma'am, can you please explain?"

"What's Wi?" I asked directly, breaking up the conversation between the two of them.

The goddess and my husband turned to me at the same time.

"Eh, that's the guy. Here you! You perjakor!" Angrily the Goddess dragged my arm and pushed me to the point of falling in front of them.

The vegetables in the plastic bag I brought were scattered. Neighbors began to crowded in droves in my yard, as if to see the interesting spectacle that was happening.

"What the hell is it, Wi? Why are you angry? What's wrong?" my dream while standing.

"What's your fault? Huh! This woman! Pretending not to know. A hypocrite! Just open it, hijab!" Suddenly the Goddess dragged my veil until it almost came off.

"Wi, what am I wrong? Obviously Wi, I don't understand why you're angry?" I patiently tried to suppress my emotions. Not to be provoked by the treatment of the Goddess.

"Why are you cheating on me with my husband? You're a woman too, Ima. You should understand my feelings. Pain, Ima, pain!"

My husband who was confused started to get emotional. His eyes glared sharply at me. There's a twinkle of suspicion there.

"Are you cheating, Dek? Answer!" Bastian, my husband.

"No, Mas? I must have been slandered, Mum, believe me!"

"lik! I saw myself chat on WhatsApp Mas Rangga, his name is Ima. I read all your chats. Tega you, Ima!" His voice began to hoarse, tears began to flow on the cheeks of the 25-year-old, thin-bodied woman.

"Wi, listen to me! I'm not a lasher, Wi! I must be defamed, trust me, Wi! We are friends, how could I do that? You've known me for a long time, haven't you?" obviously, while calming the friend who has been since the red white uniform.

"Mas Rangga has also admitted that he has been in contact with you for a long time, Ima! You want to tell me this is a joke? Khilaf?"

"Dad!"

"Mas, beat me up first!" I'm preventing Bastian from leaving. Nil. Mas Bastian did not budge in the slightest with my words. The starter of the black matic motor, then go somewhere.

"Remember, Ima! Our friendship is breaking up! I don't want to have a friend who betrayed me. The actor!"

Plaque!

A slap landed on my left cheek. Shame and sadness can no longer be contained. Tears started to roll down my cheeks. One by one the neighbors who were crowding left.

I don't know what this ordeal is. I don't think the world is on my side.

After slapping me, the Goddess left. It's not lara on the cheek that hurts. However, pain in the chest hurts more than that. My husband and best friend don't trust me.

I put my feet into the house. I let vegetable groceries splash on the porch. Mind fucked.

The sound of the baby's cry sounded very loud. I ran towards the room.

"Darling, you're awake, son?"

Baby Arka kept crying. Like knowing what happened to her mother. My six-month-old son was still crying. Breastfeeding did not want, but they also kept crying.

"Quiet, dear, cup ... cup ... Love ...."

"Mama's not a lackey!" lirih. My tears came back with Arka's cry.

- CONNECTED --

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Hello, Readers Kese Noveltoon ...!

Welcome to the novel NOT ACTOR.

If what you're looking for is the story of the CEO, Young Master, or Marriage Matchmaking. Maybe my novel wasn't the right choice.

This novel is just a story, adapted from the story of one's life. Which has been modified a lot. It is like life in general.

It's a journey of true love, betrayal, karma, and regret. About patience and sweet-fruited sincerity. So, if you are ready to try a different story, this novel is a very good choice.

Especially for women who are patient and willing to take wisdom from a piece of the story IS NOT THE ACTOR. As well as this novel is devoted only to adulthood (21+) because there are scenes that are not suitable for the age below it.

[For teenagers and Mother Kese, it is recommended to read also, the novel titled : Membrane of My Daraku.

It was my novel. Please read. Guaranteed to be fun and anti-mainstream.]

Thank you ...!