Retaliation of Persecuted Wife
Chapter 7 The Return of Heru

Chapter 7

The Home of Heru

After returning from the village a few days ago, I did my usual activities. Go to work a little forgetting my household problems with Mas Heru. Although sometimes these tears still fall without asking but I began to be able to remove Mas Heru from my heart.

Sunday is the day I take a break from my work for a week. I want to indulge myself in activities that are fun for me. Starting from shopping to the market buying food ingredients that I will later process into dishes that I like.

"Beautiful Bu Shopping?" Sapa one of my neighbors who happened to seem like he was also about to go.

"Eh, yes Miss Rika. Shopping too, right?" My toot.

"Yes, Mom. The stock of materials is running out. Hehe..."

"Oh, I'm also out of stock."

"Well, I happen to be shopping together." Take Bu Rika

"Can." I said yes.

We also walked to the market. Of the many neighbors, Rika does not talk much in my opinion. I like his character who is not too curious about other people's business. His age might be the same age as mine. So it didn't feel so awkward to talk casually with him.

It just so happens that the market in our home area is not far away. Just get out of the alley, and walk for about 8 minutes we have arrived at the market. We split up in the middle of the market in search of different foodstuffs. I shopped a lot until I thought my fridge would be full of food.

I went home with my hands full of groceries. With a carefree feeling I started cooking some of my favorite foods. This Sunday I will enjoy my time off with all my heart.

It does not feel two hours struggling in the kitchen finally the cuisine is finished too. The dishes I put neatly on the dining table. Then I took a shower to clean myself up before enjoying the food I was cooking.

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The body was fragrant and fresh it was time for me to enjoy my cooking, that's how I thought. But it seems my desire must be delayed because from inside the house there was a knock on the door in front of the sign someone came to my house.

"Tock...Geck...Heck...!"

"Who?" I asked while opening the door.

"Asalamualaikum Lovely."

My mouth feels close together to answer the greetings said by Mas Heru. The uninvited guest came this morning with a sinless relaxed face. A fake smile was etched sweetly on her face, as if I would accept her presence with great joy. My blood began to boil, let alone seeing Mas Heru coming with his young wife who was struggling spoiled in Mas Heru's arms. I lost my appetite.

"Vaalaikumsalam. What are you gonna do here?" I replied that I would not be kind to the guest who gave the wound this morning.

"Beautiful, is that how you greet your husband?" Tanya Mas Heru was unhappy. His eyes are looking at me.

"Does Mas want me to wrestle spoiled like he welcomes you Mas? Don't hope!" My sarcasm while glancing sharply at the plain pretentious woman.

"Mas..., it's just that beautiful mbak would not accept me." Whining the gu*ndi*k to Mas Heru.

Whahuh? Lovely Ma'am? Since when did I become her brother?! With his face made a pout of plain pretentiousness, the concubine tried to take the sympathy of Mas Heru. So sick of seeing it.

"Please, Beautiful is trying to make peace with her heart to accept you." Said Mas Heru with a gentle look towards his sir wife.

"Mas, I told you I want a divorce letter from you!" I said I was running out of patience.

"Ck! There is no divorce between us! Try to accept your destiny Beautiful. I'll treat you all right." Mas Heru said my eyes were sharp.

"Even if you try to be fair, you hurt my heart. And that's not fair to me."

"You're just in an emotional state. Think positively Beautiful." Mas Heru is still trying to convince me.

"What's the bright side to me? See your affection? See my husband in the arms of another woman and even share a bed? Do you think I'm happy to see that, Mas? What if you also share a wife with another man? Can you see it?!"

"Pretty Beautiful! It is not uncommon for a husband to share his wife with others!" Mas Heru half shouted.

I swallowed my salivary. Just this time Mas Heru yelled at me.

Vienna seemed to smile mockingly seeing Mas Heru wrath at me. Though I know in his heart must be happy if I part with Mas Heru.

"So only the common wife shares a husband with another woman? Please do add another 2 or 3 wives but I am not one of them. I want us to get divorced! And my decision is already unanimous." I stared hard at Mas Heru.

The look in our eyes was different than it was. We used to look at each other friendly, but now Mas Heru's gaze is like a command that does not want to be rejected. While I looked at Mas Heru full of disappointment and hatred.

"Surge!"

Mas Heru's orders while slightly pushing my body to enter the house. Viennese who still always hugged Mas Heru's arm smiled cynically as they passed through my body and immediately sat on the sofa of my living room.

Lord, please strengthen my body and heart to face this stubborn man like Mas Heru. I don't think I can face them anymore.

"Make me coffee!" Mas Heru's Order.

"Mas I want fruit juice." Pinta's wife Mas Heru series with her effect that makes me nauseous.

"And fruit juice is also for Vienna."

I still do not want to make them drinks because I do not want their presence.

"I'm still your beautiful husband, follow my orders!" Again Mas Heru yelled at me.

I was really hurt to see the attitude of Mas Heru. Inevitably I made them drinks as my last filial who is still the wife of Mas Heru.

"Mas I'm kebellet, want to go back first huh?"

There was a sound of Vienna asking permission from Mas Heru. And he immediately followed my footsteps to the kitchen where there was a bathroom not far from where I was.

At first glance our eyes meet. A look of hatred was clearly slapped in the look of the woman's eyes. Again his lips turned upwards giving a mocking smile to me.

"It turns out not as good as Mas Heru said. If you want a divorce, divorce. I also don't want to share. What did Mas Heru see of him? Love me too." Viennese babble from the bathroom that makes my ears hot.

Seriate...