Please Let go of me
Chapter 1 - Betrayal

Suci completed all the homework very well, even she was dressed to welcome the arrival of her husband with great joy. All the food was on the table, very well arranged. The smile on her face never faded, not to forget she was also wearing a fragrance that her husband liked. 

"When did Zufar come home? I've prepared all the welcome home after a few days of going out of town." Murmured the beautiful woman who was steady using a hijab and wearing a robe, very beautiful to look at. Glancing at the clock on the wall and becoming lethargic, had waited long enough according to the schedule promised by her husband.

"I'd better call Zufar mas, maybe there are obstacles that make it too late. I need to call him!" Suci immediately grabbed the phone on the table that was not far from reach, looking for a contact number that read "My husband".

There was no answer, making the Saints anxious. His mind became unsettled as it was shrouded in worries that were growing deeper and deeper. Pacing the place with anxiety, again tried to contact her husband. 

Two beautiful eyeballs accidentally stared at a man in a suit coming towards him, a domineering handsome face as well as a distinctive smile made Saints able to breathe a sigh of relief. She rushed to Zufar, brought her a bag to her tote, and kissed her husband's hand. 

Suci put her husband's bag on the table and immediately gave her a glass of mineral water. "Drink, I've prepared warm water. Mas clean yourself up and after it comes down to eat, I've prepared it." He said very excitedly.

Zufar smiled, moving his fingers gesturing for the wife to approach. "I want to give you a gift!" 

"Gift?" the Holy Word is spontaneous with sparkling eyes.

"Hem, you must like it."

"What a gift, Mom."

Zufar kissed his wife's forehead and called someone excitedly. "Come in!"

A woman came in dragging a suitcase full of water, holding a protruding stomach. Instantly the smile on Sacred's face changed, curious and unable to recognize the woman. She looked at her husband in surprise for an explanation. 

"He's your little brother!" Zufar seemed to understand, solving the confusion of the Saints.

Time seemed to stop, glancing back at the woman who was holding her distended stomach. Bloodless pain, as if pierced by a very sharp knife, not aware if clear liquid dripping. "Why is this the gift you showed me, Mas?" 

Zufar quickly nodded his head. "That's right! He's Siska, my second wife."

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"I'm Siska, Zufar told me a lot about Ma'am." The woman stretched out her hand and smiled. 

Like a statue that stands still, Suci is unable to make his heart so sick. Returning footsteps, as well as hands resting on the sofa. "Why are you so cruel, Mom? Is it because I can't contain?" he nodded with a sobbing voice.

Zufar was silent for a moment, because what Saints said was indeed true. They have been married for 8 years, but have not had a child. "This has been my decision, you should treat Siska well while staying here. At least you can become a mother through my second wife!"

Saints squeezed her clothes, the words of the husband who thought if all the problems were finished easily without thinking about her feelings. Immediately she wiped her tears, looking at the husband sharply. "This is the most painful gift, my. You gave me a deep wound by bringing someone else here."

"Take the positive side, with the presence of Siska and the baby who will soon be born. You can be a mother, your loneliness will be gone."

"It's not as easy as you say, Mom. By not asking me for permission, you married another woman."

"A man doesn't need to ask permission!" zufar replied haughtily.

Scars of disappointment are clearly visible, even the legs feel weak can not support the body. The saint sat down as he forcefully swallowed the bitter pill of household life away from the shadows. 

Raising his head to look at two very heart-wrenching people, a deep sadness when he could not give offspring to the husband who so longed for a child. 

Immediately Zufar crouched down, holding his first wife's chin gently. "I love you so much, Saints. You're a strong woman, and I really want a baby."

"When did you start betraying me, Mom?" sternly Holy who stared intently at her husband.

"I married Siska a year ago, when I was working on a project to the village. She's a very nice woman, I'm sorry I didn't tell you first." Zufar hugged Saints so tightly, a great desire to be a father.

Holy threw himself out of the arms of the husband, immediately got up from there and passed away leaving the room to his room. Locking the door of the room and letting go of the cries, pouring out all the mixed feelings. The husband's betrayal, he continues to blame himself for not being able to give children. 

"Oh my God, this is so sick, I'm an imperfect woman. Give me the fortitude and strength to accept my husband's second marriage." Sacred hugged both of her legs, sunk her head and sobbed. He immediately wiped away the tears, I don't know how many dripped. "No, I don't want honey. I'm leaving this house!"