Replying to the Betrayal of my Husband
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This chest is painful to see Dimas open the car door for Rima. Simple things I used to do for her, but it's been a long time. I even forgot when was the last time I took Rima for a walk. The goals of the car that Dimas drove left the location that was a silent witness of my divorce with Rima. Tears of regret trickled down as she watched Rima leave with another man. A foreign man who will probably be Rima's companion in the future.

In the end I returned home feeling devastated. Used car that I bought a joint with Citra I parked in the yard of the house. It's the car we use to make money. Yes, after I was fired I and Citra tried to find a job at another company, but until now there has been no call on the job application letter that we sent. During the wait I opened a small motorcycle workshop.

"Have you come home yet, Mom?" The image welcomes me in the doorway. "Where are you officially divorced, right?" Citra's face looked bright once, while I was bowed lethargic.

"Why be quiet? You're a widower, aren't you?" The image grabbed my chin until I saw it. "That means there's nothing to stand in the way of our marriage. You are no longer the husband of man."

"I'm tired, don't talk about it now." I ignored the image and went into the house. A house that a few weeks is like no life. All this tortures me. Rima's shadow was always around every corner, but I couldn't touch it.

"When do we talk about it again? Enough of this to avoid!" sulkan Citra's.

The tar!!!!

I was surprised to hear a voice from my mother's room, so suddenly I rushed to see my mother. I saw that mom was still lying in bed while there was a shard of shard on the floor.

"Ra-Rama." Mom talks stammer. I knew her physique was still weak until she had trouble sitting down and must have accidentally dropped a glass.

"See, I'll get you a drink in the kitchen." Quickly I poured warm water from the dispenser and I brought that glass of water to my mother's room. Slowly I helped my mother sit down and drink the water I brought.

"The medicine's been drunk, Mom?" I asked while looking for a drug that is usually taken by the mother.

"Why not? It's almost three o'clock in the afternoon, you should have taken your medicine by noon, right? Why alhir-lately mother often neglect? Where's the cure?"

Mom pointed at the nightstand, I immediately took my mother's medicine there.

"Now you're taking the medicine."

Mom shook her head again. "Mother has not eaten yet" said the mother.

I looked at the astonished mother. "Why haven't you eaten yet? Does Citra not cook anymore?"

Mom fell silent and held my hand. As if I don't want to talk about the image.

"Citra's Path, she could be free to do anything in this house but do not want to take care and take care of mom!" I'm so upset, this isn't the first time Citra has ignored mom. Citra knew that her mother was sick.

"Let it go, I don't want to fuss with Citra. What was the outcome of today's trial? What are you and Rima----

"They're divorced, Mom!" Image suddenly. Me and my mother both turned to see the beautiful image since when standing in the doorway of the room. "Ngapain I still remember the same Rima. Isn't this what I expected from the past? I still remember how I treated Rima in this house, even my own mother who told Mas Rama to divorce Rima. Since Rima left this house, my mother always remembered Rima. And now why does it seem like mom is regretting their divorce?"

"Partner watch your words! Is this how you talk to my mom?"my jolt to Citra, I couldn't accept that woman yelling at my mother. "In front of me you're this rough with mom, what else behind me?" I asked with my chest rumbling with emotion.

"What's the matter, Mom? What I said was true, right? Mother also from the beginning blessed our relationship, even when Rima was still Mas's wife. But, now why do you seem to ignore me?" The image of fighting back and ruffling the waist in front of me. Things Rima never did even though the woman was angry.