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My name is Seruni, I grew up in one of the orphanages on the edge of town. When I was growing up, I tried to complain about my fate. At that time I was only 17 years old, a few weeks before I had just graduated in a high school located not far from the orphanage during this time I lived.

My determination is very strong, wanting to change my fate. So I departed from one of the places in eastern Java with a small allowance that I got from the caretaker. I went to Jakarta hoping that my life would be better. At least if I can make a little rupiah, I want to give it to Fat. I call her Miss Fat, she is Miss Fatimah, the person who has been very meritorious to me all along.

That middle-aged woman had also given me a name. And all this time, she was like a mother to me. According to the story of the person I heard, I was a baby when the caretaker found me in front of the fence. Hpm ... I just put it in a cardboard box of instant noodles. Yeah, said one of the orphanage's nannies when I match my old story, she finally wanted to tell me. That I was just covered in a few pieces of newspaper and put in a cardboard box. Ari-ku only said he was still attached. Maybe I was just born a while until I was finally banished. Miris, but that's what I heard.

If you remember that, I really wanted to cry until now. What wrong? Why do my biological parents have so much heart? I did not ask to be born into this world. And people say, I may be the son of an affair. I just smiled, because maybe that's true. Hemm, stop. It's already passed. I'm 21 years old now. Even I have a family now. Yeah, I'm married.

The story is very long, until I became a wife of a man who was quite good because it was never rude to me, yes although it was a bit cold, mas Erwin Prasetya his name. And we got married three months ago. Mas Erwin is the only son of one of the regular donors in our orphanage. The guy was pretty good despite the cold glimpsing, I knew his mother for a long time. We were betrothed, at that time I came home from Jakarta, I happened to come home once a few months, Fat mom intended to marry me to one of the donor children. I wonder myself, why me? I was an orphan, and during my time in Jakarta my job was only as a cashier in one of the mini markets. So I don't think I'm the village flower that many men crave. Then why me?

Erwin's parents didn't say much, directly asking Fatimah's mother to let me go home. Until I finally got married. Even though my husband was cold from the beginning, I never thought of anything, because we were married as a result of an arranged marriage. Importantly he has never been negligent in his rights and obligations all along. We are like most couples, although communication is rare. But all my needs are very fulfilled, I never lack.

Mas Erwin has a pretty big house, the house I live in right now. He even has a car. Once twice he invites out, just a monthly shopping. The rest he would leave early in the morning and sometimes come home late at night. He said his work was a lot. But I never asked any further, for not wanting him to think I was chatty. Like tonight, it's nine o'clock in the evening when Erwin just got home.

I opened the door when I heard the roar of my husband's Pajero. I greeted him with a gentle smile as usual. And I saw his face was very tired. My husband's expression was the same, cold as always.

"Cock just got home, Mom?" tanyaku carefully.

The man just gave me his bag, then went inside the house. I also took a deep breath.

'Surely Erwin's tired, ' fill in my head.

I followed my husband inside, I put the bag on the table. Then I helped Erwin take off his shoes made of cowhide. The shoes I bought with me as we headed to Saragan's lake. Yes, cowhide shoes in Magetan. There is a leather craftsman center. And that was the first time Erwin took me for a long walk. Not entirely the streets anyway, because it was a holiday Lebaran.

Coincidentally, Erwin's grandparents were originally from Surakarta, because only 2 hours from Saragan lake, we decided to stop by. Just last night, because after that we went back to the capital. Because of staring at these leather shoes, my mind ran into the past. Aware of daydreaming, I stood up and asked the man who looked lethargic.

"I'm preparing a water angel for a bath, huh, Mas?" I asked while putting Erwin's shoes on the shoe rack next to the door.

"Hmmm!" replied my husband lazy. Looks like he's really tired. His face is very wrinkled. Is the work in the office very hard? Again I feel sorry for my husband who has been coming home all night lately.

Mas Erwin then got up from his seat, without looking at me he immediately grabbed a towel on the bed that I had prepared earlier. And while waiting for Erwin's bath, I cleaned up his things. I took Erwin's suit lying on the couch, and I was going to put it in a dirty laundry basket. However, when I put the suit in, something fell down.

I thought it was just plain paper. But maybe it's important, I thought. I grabbed it, opened it and tried to read it. For some reason, I who was usually indifferent and not too interested in anything, just then suddenly became curious.

"Hotel?" gumamku. I see the date, it's today.

"Did Erwin meet a client at a hotel?" I went back to wondering. Especially in the bill book, the price is quite good. It looks like a big hotel. Try it later I ask Erwin, but I'm scared. He will be offended. Never mind, maybe an important client. I dismissed the bad thoughts again. Taking a deep breath, I tried to think well. For the sake of this household.

***

Midnight.

I woke up late at night, I saw next to me, empty and uninhabited. Rubbing these two eyes, to clear my eyes, I looked around.

"Where's Mas Erwin going? What's to the bathroom?" muttered.

A few minutes later, I saw a clock. Ten minutes have passed, and my husband has not returned. I even heard the voice of the person who spoke softly. I like to be curious again. With a slow step I went out of the room. And sure enough, Erwin was sitting in the living room. Looks like he's on the phone. I looked at the big wall clock in the living room. At one o'clock in the night, who is he talking to? It's so late. It seems impossible that his co-worker.

My curiosity grew even more, when I saw my husband smiling while talking on the phone. My husband is a very stingy smile, and I didn't expect him to smile all the time while talking. Moreover, his voice was very soft, not cold when talking to me. Oh, my God, why am I feeling so bad. Out of curiosity, I eavesdropped. I deliberately hid behind the living room curtains. I heard her say-sayup she said baby.

"Darling?" My forehead immediately shriveled. I'm even more curious. But honestly, my heart suddenly beat fast at that moment. Plus fear, fear of being discovered and also fear that what I heard would break my heart. How could that cold man love a woman other than me? What if my cold husband turns out to be very warm to the women out there?

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