Replying to the Betrayal of my Husband
Women Named Citra

Women Named Citra

"Picture of your old school friend. We never communicated again after graduating from High School. Coincidentally, yesterday I met."

Bang Rama spoke impressed. In fact, this time did not want to look me in the eye like when I had just cornered me. We have built a house for 7 years. I am so sorry for what it looks like to hide something from me.

"I can't accidentally, but I've met a lot. Where did you meet?" My turn intimidates bang Rama.

"We don't talk about it, I don't want you to be suspicious and think macem-macem."

Bang Rama clasped my hand, the gaze of his eyes that had been sharpened turned soft and deep. However, I feel that bang Rama deliberately switched the conversation.

"Other times if you meet the same Citra play at home. Tell me the same image that mom misses her," said Mom before I spoke again.

I'm getting curious as to what the past relationship between this family was like with that woman named Citra.

"Yes, Mom. Citra is getting more beautiful. He said he was in a hurry so he could not stop by" Leon continued.

"What is the image there? What is the agreement of meeting people? But, who is known to Citra in this complex?" Mom seemed to think hard. It seems very regretful that woman named Citra did not stop by the house.

"Where Leon knows. But, of course, Citra changed greatly. It is beautiful and rich. The car is luxurious and good" Leon said again.

"Unfortunately Citra is not a daughter-in-law of mother," said mother lirih while glancing at me. "Eh, I did not think that Rima finally became the daughter-in-law of the mother instead of Citra. Though the image is beautiful but Rama chose you, Rim."

"Oh, so Citra's her ex-boyfriend bang Rama?" Again, she indirectly compared me to others. "Mother Nyesel has a daughter-in-law like me?"

"Mom didn't mean to offend you. Lagian Abang same Citra is just temen," Rama's sergeant is getting wrong behavior. In fact, the fried rice was still intact on his plate. Bang Rama can eat if his mind wanders everywhere.

"Don't offend Rima. What mom said was that it was true. The image is better than you. I think you should meet him to know what your differences are!" ketus mom to me.

"Why do you like to compare me to others? Same with Tami and Sarah too. Now, I compare me to Citra. In fact, if you're sick, I take care of you, not them. But, why can't you see my sincerity?"

I finally couldn't stand it either. My chest rumbled violently as I pulled out the crackles that had been stuck in my chest yesterday.

"You're bringing up? Don't take care of mom and take care of this house?"

"Why is it so noisy? Rima, mom is old and you should be able to understand mother's attitude. Not even blaming mom!" bang Rama exclaimed, I don't know why my husband is no longer supporting me, but he continues to corner me.

"Yes, sorry." I'd better shut up, because it's free to talk if no one understands what I'm saying. Even the ones that exist I considered intentionally provoke a commotion.

Bang Rama left without having finished his breakfast. Leaving me suspiciously still attached to the chest. I should have asked about the perfume. Oh, am I wrong if I think it smells of Citra perfume?

***

"Come, in. Consider this your own home. But, sorry mom's house is a bit messy."

"It's okay, Mom. Sorry I took care of mom."

"Don't hesitate, I don't feel bothered, really."

"Rima.. make me a drink for your guests!" yelled mom from the living room.

Not usually the arrival of guests. I wonder who the guest is. I left behind a pile of clothes that were still unfinished ironed. Then I hurried to do my mother's orders.

"Tell Leon that you're getting pretty. Good thing you called mom if you didn't sign you."

Faintly in the kitchen I heard mother's voice. But why carry the name Leon? That woman was Leon's lover.

"Five.... "

"Yes, Mom. It's the tea." I brought two glasses of tea for her mother and guests.

In the living room a beautiful and foreign woman sits next to her mother. But they look very close.

"Here's the drink, ma'am," I said as I placed the tea on the table. My proximity to this woman allowed me to breathe her perfume clearly. Looks like this perfume fragrance left behind in Rama's bang shirt yesterday.

"W-is this Rama's wife?"

Who was this woman so eloquently calling my husband Mas?

"Yes, this is Rima's husband Rama. And Rima knows him this is the image we talked about this morning," said mother introduced us both.

I was quite gasp knowing that the woman named Citra was in front of me. I admit Citra is beautiful and looks friendly. But, what did he come here for?

"Hi, .. glad to see you." The image extended its hand to me. "I happened to meet my mom up front, so all of you stopped by. You don't mind me playing here, do you?"

"Why should you mind? The door of this house is always wide open for you. I can stay in this house too."

Mother grabbed the hand of Citra that I have not been able to welcome. At the same time, Rama came without knocking on the door.

"Well, are there guests?" Bang Rama looked surprised to see Citra. But, her body gestures looked different. In fact, his face looked radiant.

The image just smiled without saying a word.

"Again home? He said tonight to be late." I welcome Bang Rama as always. Surprisingly, it is not usual to bang Rama can go home at an hour like this.

"Flame less well. So, deliberately ask permission to go home early. No idea at home there's guests."

Bang Rama sat on the sofa facing Citra directly.

"Yes, Ram. Mother who invited Citra to play at home all dinner. I haven't seen my mother for a long time when I want to sleep in our house. Can't you?"

"But Citra can't stay here, ma'am. The image does not want to disturb," Citra said.

"Yes, Mom. Where can adult women carelessly stay at someone else's house. What else in the house is his little one." I strongly reject mother's proposal.

"Why can't you? Later the image of his sleep with mother." Mother still forced her will.

"It's okay if Citra wants to sleep here. Counting can treat your mother's longing as you."

I gawk at the words of Bang Rama. I can't believe Bang Rama ignored my objections.