Only (Wife) Deposits
HIS 18th

• the Adelard Anggara

• the Kasyafani

...A man will change even better for the sake of the woman he loves. And willing to do anything for the happiness of the woman he loves....

Almost half an hour Salsa sat pensively on the side of the mattress. Just an hour ago the woman reached the apartment on foot after a long debate with minimarket employees. Salsa closed her eyes tightly and let out a long sigh.

The memory of when Rafka pulled a woman into a car and ended up leaving her at the minimarket was still clearly depicted in her head. There was a slight feeling of tightness in his chest cavity when he remembered that. Does Rafka have a boyfriend? If so, why is this guy not being honest? The question kept ringing in his head.

Too busy with his daydreams that Salsa did not realize someone had entered the room and was now standing straight in front of him.

"I'm sorry for leaving you ." The baritone voice that sounded hoarse made Salsa look up at Rafka's figure.

The man sat down next to Salsa and placed the grocery bag on the table.

"I have an affair__"

"With another woman," Salsa interrupted Rafka's words, which immediately puffed her lips together." This time I want you to be honest, are you married or have a lover?" salsa asked without hesitation. He even wished that the man was honest.

Rafka nodded." But I can explain all of this___"

"Want to explain what?" Again, Salsa cut off Rafka's speech. The woman's gaze was rolling staring at the black netra of her husband as if looking for something inside there.

Rafka grabbed Salsa's two hands and gently gripped her. The man's eyes this time were very different looking at his wife, as if implying something.

"I was married to another woman long before I married you."

Salsa's pupils dilated and suddenly her eyes ached. The woman's breathing was heavy and pain hit her chest.

"So I'm just a mistress, Father?" Salsa's voice vibrated. Tears shed more and more profusely soaked his paled face along with the pain that hit his chest with the reality that He had to accept.

Salsa silenced her mouth, soaking in sobs that she could not bear.

"Salsa look at me." Rafka cupped the woman's cheek until she looked at him completely."You don't have to worry, I'm going to keep this marriage and there's no divorce between the two of us. But I beg you to remain my mistress without being noticed by my extended family and closest people including my wife, Azkiya."

Salsa's cry grew increasingly uncontrollable hearing the statement from her husband. Rafka pulls the tiny body of Salsa into her arms. His heart ached and he was sorry to hear Salsa's cry as if to describe her feelings now. He knew Salsa must be shocked and shocked to hear this, but he could not continue to hide his status that had been married to Azkiya. And he hopes Salsa understands the situation and the situation now.

Rafka outlined her embrace and wiped away the tears that kept falling from the woman's eyes.

"Why were you dishonest from the beginning?" salsa asked who was now crying a mouthful.

Salsa lowered her head with rolling eyes.

"Salesa..."

The woman looked up when Rafka called her name. He stared at the look on the man's face which now looked serious like nothing, which looked sad.

"I'll meet all the needs of your family, give whatever you want and fund your sister's education until college. And I will open my heart to learn to love you as much as I love Azkiya. But on condition..." Rafka paused her speech along with a deep breath.

Salsa frowned, waiting for Rafka's next remark with curiosity.

"On condition that, after you give birth to the child you bear, you must hand it over to Azkiya. Because during my three-year marriage to Azkiya, we haven't had any children. So I beg you to hand over the boy to Azkiya take care of him and take care of him."

Salsa's body felt weak and her heart was so sick to hear her husband's request. 

"So, is this what you mean? Giving an offer but on condition that I have to exchange the child I bear for another woman. And now I know why you asked me to sign the treaty." The tears that had not dried up on Salsa's cheeks, were now wet again.

"It's not like that, Salsa. I only ask that you allow Azkiya to take care of our child. You can still contain again__"

Plaques

Salsa directly slapped Rafka's right cheek strong enough, to create a reddish mark on the man's handsome face. The woman's breath was wheezing with emotions that had now peaked.

"You're the most asshole I know! I'm not a child-making machine!" salsa shouted, now rising from her seat. Salsa's body shook violently.

It hurts, it hurts so much. Why is his life so complicated and painful like this, Salsa.

Rafka rubbed her cheek that felt numb and painful. And his gaze was instantly rotated on Salsa. The man got up from his seat.

"My future is broken and you want to destroy again..." Salsa cupped her face and cried a mouthful.

While Rafka stood glued in place staring at the uncontrollable Salsa.

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