One Bed, Three Lives
Chapter 2 (The most painful gift )

Pov Baras

My name is Larasati, today I am exactly 30 years old. I have only been married for three years, and have a 7-month-old baby.

I have a husband named Rahman, and we both love each other. Rahman is a romantic and responsible man. I was happy because after I married him, Mas Rahman told me to stop working, so I didn't have to keep slamming and fighting alone anymore, let alone our household running in harmony.

After five months we were married, it turned out that the exam came in our household, and Mas Rahman was exposed to PHK, until finally I decided to return to work in the Factory.

Until now Mas Rahman still did not get a job, especially I still have to finance the college of my brother named Rose. However, I do not mind it, because Mas Rahman always help my work at home, Mas Rahman also always take me to work, even I do not need to hire the services of Baby Sister, and I do not need to hire the services of a child, because Mas Rahman was happy to take care of our son when I went to work.

Mawar and I are Orphans, our parents died in an accident. At that time I was only 17 years old and was in the 2nd grade of High School, while Rose was only 10 years old, and was in the 4th grade of Elementary School.

I was forced to drop out of school and choose to work to save my life and fund my Sister's School, and I'm glad my struggle wasn't in vain, because I was able to send Rose to college, and one more semester the Rose will become a Bachelor.

Today I came home from work, because in the Factory where I worked there were lights off, so all the employees were finally sent home.

I came home happy, because Mas Rahman promised to celebrate my birthday by inviting me to dinner outside, because Mas Rahman said that today Mas Rahman will get a commission from the results of helping sell his brother's land.

After reaching home, I opened the door slowly, because I wanted to give a surprise to Mas Rahman, but at this time the house looks deserted, and I thought that Mas Rahman was taking our son to his parents' house.

"Maybe Mas Rahman brought Daffa to Mother's house, so it was a quiet house. Roses also seem to be playing outside, because today the Roses are on college holidays," I muttered as I entered the house, until I finally decided to go into the room.

Leg.deg.deg..

My heart skipped a beat as I arrived in front of my room, for I currently heard the earthy sounds of sighing and moaning from inside my room.

At first I rejected everything I heard, because I had never had bad thoughts about my Husband, and I wished that it was just the sound of the video played by my Husband, until finally I slowly ventured to open the door of the room, even with trembling hands.

My eyes widened when I saw my biological Husband and Sister making out on the bed that I and Mas Rahman had been sleeping in. I was struck by lightning in broad daylight, and it felt like my world was destroyed instantly, because in the end I got the most painful gift on my birthday, that is by knowing the affair of my own Husband and Sister.

At least I never thought if my Husband and Sister had cheated on me, even now Rose is pregnant Son Mas Rahman.

I who was not strong with the harsh reality that befell my life, finally decided to go out of the house that I had lived in for three years, and I asked for a divorce to Mas Rahman, who had been living in the house, even though at first Mas Rahman did not want to divorce me, maybe because all this time I had been the backbone of the family, so he was afraid if he had to meet the needs of the Rose, especially at this time Mas Rahman still did not get a permanent job.

My decision was unanimous to divorce from Mas Rahman, until finally Mas Rahman dropped three talaq on me because of the insistence of the Rose.

I never thought that all this time my own brother had been a thorn in my household, but I would try to be strong for the sake of my Son Daffa, and I will open a new leaf by taking Daffa away from where I live today, also from the Hell that has been created by the Rose and Mas Rahman.

The rain was pouring down with a rush to accompany my steps as I went out of the house that I had lived with Mas Rahman and Roses for three years, and I continued to set foot into my In-laws' house to take Daffa.

When I was at the door of the house, I overheard the second conversation of my In-laws, and I was so shocked when they talked about Me, Mas Rahman, and also the Rose.

"Mom, why did Rahman come home so long? fortunately, Daffa was still sleeping" asked my Father-in-law.

"Earlier also Rahman again*na-e*na same as the Rose, sir." Answer my Mother-in-law lightly.

Degg

My heart skipped a beat, because it turned out that all this time Mas Rahman's parents knew that his son had cheated on him.

"Laras Pity, all this time our son has been cheating with Laras's own biological sister, even though Laras has been slamming bones to support his small family, even during this time Laras who is looking for money to study Roses," said my Father-in-law.

"Salah Laras himself sir, so the wife can not serve her Husband, it is only natural that our Son seeks warmth from other women, if Laras does not work, if Laras does not work, Mother also does not want to have a village daughter-in-law like her," said my Mother-in-law.

My chest feels tight when I hear the words of my Mother-in-law, but all this time I have also worked to support her Son, and my heart feels like it hurts like being pierced by thousands of thorns, because all this time it turns out I have been lying, they have been lying, though in front of me they always behave well, but it turns out they have stabbed me from behind.

I could no longer bear to hear the words of my Mother-in-law who continued to mock me, until I finally broke into the house to take Daffa.

"La_laras, why are you so rude to enter the house instead of saying Salam, instead of just barging in?" said my Mother-in-law with a face that looks pale like a perverted thief.

"Mom, so far Laras has considered Mother and Father as Laras' own biological parents because Laras already does not have parents, but it turns out that all this time I have never considered Laras as the Mother's Son, even Mother has supported Mas Rahman doing Zina with Laras' own biological sister. Where is your conscience as a woman? what if it all happened to Mom or Daughter?"