Retaliation of Persecuted Wife
Chapter 16 Taking a Suitcase

Chapter 16

Take the Suitcase

Relieved after making a boarding payment for the next 3 months. Because I will move tonight too, the room I will occupy was immediately cleaned by the boarding mother as soon as I leave.

What about my two suitcases, it would be difficult if I alone carry the suitcase with my motorbike. Looks like I need Rara's help, as well as informing me of my new residence.

"Allahu Akbar's... Allaaahu... Akbar!!"

The call of the Adhan calls for the entrance sign of Ashar time. I cannot keep the commandments of God because of the arrival of the moon's guests from this morning.

While there was still time, I thought about buying some of the items I would need to stay in my boarding house later. Magicom, fan, electric terminal, some plates and cups, spoons and also some plastic containers and toiletries. I think it's best not to have a lot of stuff so that the room doesn't get cramped.

I also choose the items I need once I arrive at a supermarket that is quite complete. Then deliver the items to my boarding house using the freight forwarder application. Earlier I had called Mother Kos, asking for her help to receive my things there.

One job is done, just take my suitcase at Surti's house. I then took my salary from the bag, to call Rara for her help. And it's work time, I'm sure Rara is ready to go home.

"Tuuuuuti...! Huuuuut...!" Tone connected.

"Hello, Assalamualaikum In..." Greetings Rara across there.

"Waalaikumsalam Ra's. Are you home from work?"

"I just want to go home. This is the road to the parking lot. What's up In?"

"I've found a boarding house for my residence Ra."

"Oh yeah? Thank God, good then. Where's In?"

"Not too far from the office. Fifteen minutes if you use a vehicle."

"Sukurlah. I'm glad to hear that."

"But I want to ask your help Ra?"

"What help is this? Just tell me not to hesitate."

I then told Rara what Mbak Surti talked to me over the phone while still in the office. Rara sounded surprised until she several times beristighfar know what Mas Heru did to me.

"Astagfirullahaladzim, I'm out of words with your husband In. He's totally the same as you. All right, I'll be at Surti's. We'll meet there, okay?"

"Thank you, Ra. I'm sorry, as a friend, I always take nicotine." I said feeling bad always bothers Rara.

"Yes very much nicotine. Then a lot of treaties, huh? Hehe..." Rara.

I know my best friend is joking.

"OK ready! Hehe..." My answer.

Not wanting my best friend to wait for long, I immediately drove towards the house of Mbak Surti.

***

Half an hour later I reached the house of Surti's mother who was right next to my house. I saw the lights in my living room light up, but the door was closed probably because it was too late. Not long after I reached , Rara also arrived behind me.

"It's been a long time?"

"New aja. Let's go in!" Take me to Rara.

"Tock... Geck... Tok...! Assalamualaikum..."

I knock on the door and say hello.

"Goddessalam..."

Surti immediately replied because he seemed to have been waiting for my arrival.

"Let's go to the Beautiful Deck..."

Rara and I went in and sat down in the guest chair after sitting down.

"Yes Ma'am. What about my suitcase?"

"There's a Lovely Deck. I'll get it for a moment. Oh yeah, what do you want to drink?"

"Don't bother Ma'am, I'm just a minute and anyway this already wants maghrib."

"Oh, just a minute, Dek I'll get you the suitcase."

"Yes, Mother."

Surti went to the middle room of his room. Looks like my suitcases were put there.

"Is your husband in there?" Ask Rara who looks at my house from behind the window of Surti's mother's house."

"Hmm.., it seems so Ra."

"I want to see what your honey looks like."

"Ck!" I just clucked back to answer Rara's question while glaring at her.

"Hehehe..." Rara chuckled at my reaction.

"Dek Beautiful, here are the suitcases."

Surti's mother pointed the suitcases at me. I also wonder what Mas Heru put in the suitcases.

"Sorry Mommy Surti. I want to open these suitcases here, okay? Let if there's anything less I can take at home and not bother going back and forth here."

"Oh, please deck it beautiful."

I then opened my first suitcase witnessed by Rara and Mbak Surti. In the suitcase were only home clothes as well as some old work clothes.

My forehead is a little wrinkled looking at the contents of the suitcase. Hopefully my guess is wrong, I open another suitcase.

My blood is boiling again, the contents of the next suitcase are also more or less the same. Only home clothes, underwear and old clothes that I rarely use. So where are my nice clothes? Even the ones that are still wrapped are there. My bags, my shoes and my sandals? I'm sure there's plenty of stuff in that house.

"What's up In?" Rara asked who was watching my face.

"Only barely used items are put in this suitcase." I said pissed.

I immediately moved from my seat, walking quickly around the house of Madam Surti towards my house.

"Brack.. Brakk.. Brakk!! Mas Heru open the door!"

No longer using a knock, I immediately bang on the door of the house with all my might until it sounded violent.

Sister Surti and Rara saw me from behind the guardrail of our house. Even people crossing the street looked at me.

"Brack... Barkkc... Brakk!"

Once again I banged on the door violently.

The door was finally opened, but not Mas Heru who came out but his wife, Vienna.

"No manners huh, play gedar gedor house people want?!" Viennese circus folding hands on chest with annoyed face.

My blood boils hearing his words. Did I not mishear that it was not my home?! He could easily admit it was his home. Who exactly is here claiming ownership of the house?! I do not think, so scheming woman who is always praised by Mas Heru.

"This is my house! I want to go in and meet Mas Heru. Where's she?!" I'm a little snapping.

"Hey basic lady bar-bar. You don't understand ethics, do you?! Go there! Just entering people's homes!"

Oh my God, where did Mas Heru meet this thick-faced woman? And it's... That's my shirt!

My eyes were round looking at the clothes Vienna was wearing. The maroon-colored nightgown with lace around the wide circle of arms and neck was similar to the clothes I bought when I wanted to find Mas Heru in Surabaya. The clothes that I deliberately prepared to go through my long night with Mas Heru.

Seriate...