Replying to the Betrayal of my Husband
Contraceptive Tool

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Blame me for asking my husband? That question always turned around in my head. Not only the words of my mother-in-law that make me unable to sleep, but the attitude of bang Rama who has pulled away and away from me makes these eyelids reluctant to close. Yes, my question has made my husband so angry that he chose to sleep in Leon's room.

The evidence? Bang Rama demands proof from me. I did not have any evidence to corroborate my conjecture but my premonition as a wife was not wrong. I'm sure there's something Rama is hiding from me. Looks like I should indeed look for the evidence that the handsome man wanted. I just need to be a little patient and try to ignore the words of the mother who hurt me. Although this heart ached at the thought of my husband's alleged betrayal, I had to refrain from any rashness that could harm me.

All right, I'll obey their will. From today I will meet their demands all along. I will not let them always humble, play tricks and trample on my pride.

Two o'clock in the night when my throat was dry. I walked to the kitchen to get some water that would relieve my thirst. However, the splash of water that sounded from the bathroom caught my attention.

"Who's taking a midnight shower like this?" I hid in the side door of the freezer. Secretly look at the bathroom door that is still tightly closed. I wonder who the person in there is. I deliberately didn't turn on the kitchen lights so no one would see me here. The only illumination is just the light from the bathroom.

Slowly the bathroom door started to open, I vaguely saw someone coming out of it. It turned out, the Citra who was bathing in the middle of the night like this. Gelagat Citra looks suspicious. He looked as if he was afraid that someone would see him.

Click!!

"Geez!" The image looked surprised to see me. His hands were drying his hair he put it in front of his chest. "Bak almost made me hang."

"So surprised you saw me here?" I approached Citra, I could see her face looking nervous and pale. "Why are you taking a shower this night?"

"Oh, I-I. Yes, I'm angry," Citra replied stammered.

"Isn't there a fan in mom's room? Why don't you turn it on?"

"I-that's it. I'm afraid you catch a cold. At home I am used to using Ac so can not sleep if the room temperature is hot. That's why I'm trying to take a bath who knows after that I can sleep."

The image smiled, but seemed forced. The answer is reasonable, but less convincing.

"Ehm, sorry I was wearing shampoo without permission."

"Yes, no problem. After all, I gave you freedom in this house, right? So, don't hesitate and I see you're not the one who can keep the feelings of other women. So, just don't feel bad about it." My sarcasm to him. "Don't forget to turn off the lights, someone will misunderstand you see you take a midnight shower like this!"

I turned around to leave, yet I could still hear the image stomping the legs. I don't care if my words offend her.

***

"Rima, are you still here?" The sound of Bang Rama made me look at him. My husband's face looked fresher than last night. His half-wet hair had already explained that the man had just finished his bath. "Not cooked for breakfast?"

"No, Bang. I can't!"

I didn't care about the Rama bang that was starting to approach me . I was just busy polishing my face with makeup.

"Your tumben is this early in the morning. Where are you going?"

"I'm looking for work. Come to think of it, my izajah is dear to be taken!" From the reflection of the mirror I saw the brow bang Rama shriveled to see me. "Don't mind, would you?" ask me while polishing the red lipstick on the lips. Things I rarely do these days.

The words of Bang Rama are in my heart. But I try to act ordinary. I've decided to stand alone without hanging with my husband and mother-in-law.

I stood facing the Rama Bang. "Not everyone judges others by appearance. I'm sure there are still people out there who sincerely accept people like me who think mother and brother are unattractive and useless!"

"Don't mean that. If you work who takes care of mom and Susan?"

"Five!!!! "

I haven't been able to answer yet, mother's voice has penetrated the eardrum. I rushed to see mom regardless of the Rama bang.

"Why haven't you cooked at this hour? Huh, where are you going with those clothes?" The waist-rigged mother watched me.

"Rima wants to find a job. What I said yesterday is really dear izajah Rima if it is done so."

Mom looked like she couldn't believe hearing it. "So, who takes care of the house? Who's cooking?"

"Have a bang Rama find a housekeeper who can take care of the house. About Susan, I'll leave it at my sister's house. But, for today, I can tell the image that combined all that, right?"

The image points to itself. "Me?"

"Yes, I'm sure you don't mind, do you? Suppose you are training yourself because soon you will be a resident of this house too!"

Citra's face looked tense, not least because she objected or was surprised. Mom also looked upset to see me. But, I think my decision is nothing with the words of the mother who told bang Rama to divorce me.

"Have you asked Rama's permission?" ask mom when bang Rama comes.

I look at Rama and Citra bang in turn. Bang Rama's hair is still wet and Citra takes a midnight shower. Really, flicking it makes my heart hot. Could they betray me in this house?

"Without permission bang Rama even though I will still work outside!"

Bang Rama and mother did not say anymore. Maybe they didn't think I was looking for a job. While the image looks wrong.

I left them in the kitchen to wake Susan up in her room, but Leon's unclosed door pulled me over.

"Isn't Leon in the morning lecture? Why isn't the clock awake?"

I pushed slowly through Leon's room. But he's not in the room. I just remember last night Leon hasn't been home either.

"Did Leon not come home? This kid's room is stuffy." I accidentally opened the window of the room, accidentally stepping on something in the corner of the room. My eyes were wide open looking at a rubbery object that almost resembled a balloon.

"Contraceptive device?"