Retaliation of Persecuted Wife
Chapter 13 Neighbor Rese

Chapter 13

Neighbor's Rese

"Beautiful...! Lovely...!"

The voice of a woman called my name as I was watering flowers on the porch of my house. I looked for the direction of the sound, and it turned out Mbak mila was staring at me behind the fence wall of Mbak Surti's house which was only as high as the chest.

It looks like Madam Mila is playing at Surti's house.

"Yes Ma'am?" Answer me while putting down the dipper and getting closer to him.

It's not good to talk far and half yell.

"What's wrong, Ma'am?" Ask me carefully.

Talk to Madam Mila this must be careful. because women who are about 5 years older than me can be added can also reduce the number of words and sentences if he tells to others. Madam Mila is famous as a woman who likes to gossip and kepo wants to know the affairs of others. Says the resident here, Madam Mila is a walking tureh lamb.

If you have called this means that something makes him want to know. And I'm afraid what we're gonna talk about is spreading everywhere.

"Who the hell was Mr. Heru brought in the other day?"

It is true my guess.

"Who do you mean, Mother?" Ask me to pretend I don't know.

"Eleh, don't pretend you don't know. Yesterday I saw Mr. Heru holding another woman."

Deg, my feelings began to be uncomfortable, fearing the source of the crackle in this complex koar everywhere if he really saw Mas Heru with Vienna the other day.

"The time is no, Mas Heru is again in Surabaya." I try to keep on giving.

"But really, it's impossible for my eyes to be myopic. Wong I'm still a young gini."

"But if Mas Heru came home he must have ngabarin me first."

"I'm sure it's your husband Beautiful." Mila's mother remained insistent.

"What the hell is it?" Surti asked as he approached us.

"That's Loh Sur, which I said the other day. Well mumpung there is a Beautiful Mbak it would be better if we ask to make sure not to arise slander, yes anyway?"

"It's already Madam Mila, who knows Madam Mila wrong look." Said Surti.

Unlike Madam Mila, Surti is rarely willing to gossip. His calm and friendly attitude made me feel like a neighbor to him.

"It can't be wrong Sur, obviously it's Mr. Heru loh." Mila's mother remained tight.

"If it was Mr. Heru, it should be Mr. Heru here right now, right? Because as far as I know, Mr. Heru came for sure about a week at the earliest. And if there is indeed Mr Heru, of course yesterday-yesterday already seen anyway?"

The debate between Mbak Surti and Mbak Mila is getting longer. I just listened without intervening because what they were talking about was related to my household. I was afraid that I might mispronounce them until suspicion arose in their minds.

"Mom! Mother... ! In search of the Father!"

Shouted Mila's son named Tia ran to his mother.

"Ih Mother, Tia was also cool with playing with Ira earlier. Uh, I told Tia nyariin Mom. Said Mr. ndak coffee no money shopping."

Well, Madam Mila turned out to be an ultimatum from her husband through their son. Hopefully Madam Mila will go home. So I didn't have to answer the questions that were so hard for me to answer.

"Home first Ma'am, later Mr. Bahri ngamuk Mbak also who bothered." Surti's advice I supported with a nod of the head.

"Ck! Yes already. Your father is just bothering. Let's go!" Grutu Mbak Mila and take his son named Tia home.

I breathed a sigh of relief, at least one of my worries was gone already.

Me and Mbak Surti looked at the back of Madam Mila who was getting away. Then want to water the flowers that I have not had time to flush earlier.

"Patience is beautiful, I know it's not easy. But believe God has a good plan for the Beautiful Deck." The sudden words of Mbak Surti which immediately made me surprised.

I did not expect it turned out that Surti was aware of the problems I was facing. But I'm trying to calm down, who knows that was just a guess.

"I mean Ma'am?" Ask me to pretend I don't know.

"I'm in the house. And all the debates that day I heard accidentally. I am sorry for the problems that the Beautiful Deck is facing. But I also don't want to interfere. If the Lovely Deck needs a friend to talk to, I'm ready to listen." Said the 40-year-old woman with a friendly smile.

I was still confused in response to what I just heard. But at least I thank you, Surti did not say it to Madam Mila.

"Thank You Ma'am. I'm still confused as to what to say."

"It's okay, if the Beautiful Deck doesn't want a story. I am not forcing. Yes, let's continue our activities. I also want to cook this soon maghrib."

"" Yes please Mrs Surti."I said while returning his friendly smile.

Once Ms. Surti was gone from behind her door, I did the rest of my job watering the plants.

***

The twilight increasingly shows off its golden orange color. Mosques began to sail before calling the Adhan to call Muslims to carry out the order of the Khaliq.

I also finished my job. Closing the door and locking it, then immediately clean up and berwudhu to prepare to do my 3 rakaat.

Adzan's call to heaven. I stretched out my prayer rug and bowed to God.

There is no better place than to complain to God. Expecting the impossible will be possible only to God. I don't know why these tears are flowing back. This heart is so weak before God.

I loved Mas Heru so much that God gave me the temptation that no creature could be loved more than God. And at last God opened my eyes, revealing the incomparably evil Mas Heru behind me.

I am ashamed, ashamed of God because I love Heru too much. I asked for His forgiveness, asking for the strength of my heart to get through this. And I leave it all to God, because I believe God's plan is the best for me.

After praying, I headed to the kitchen and sat down at the dinner table. Enjoying dinner alone like the nights before.

Sometimes there is a sense of longing to come when it is beautiful to eat with Mas Heru. But remembering again when approaching Mas Haru at his service home, a sad heart turned into heat and pain like a wound doused in salt.

Strong, I must be strong to take off Mas Heru...

Seriate...