Retaliation of Persecuted Wife
Chapter 8 Guests Not Invited

Chapter 8

Guests Not Invited

I want to squeeze the mouth of the woman who took my husband. It was as easy as she said, but she was also a woman. Doesn't he feel guilty or understand how hurt this heart is. Oh my God, I want to get both of them out of my house. If I can I want to send them to Mars, let's not come back here.

Segara I brought drinks to the living room to get a quick drink and they immediately left my house.

"Where is the juice of Vienna's request?" Mas Heru asked when he saw the cup of coffee and the glass of tea I brought on the tray.

"I don't have any fruit, please buy it outside if you want to drink juice" I said.

"Mas I'm hungry..." Said Vienna came while rubbing his stomach.

"Are you hungry, baby? We'll be eating out soon."

"I want it now.., we eat here aja yuk Mas! I saw at the dinner table a lot of side dishes and it made me drool. Mbak Indah pinter cook deh, like the cuisine is very good." Vienna Whine.

Oh my God, what else is this? Don't tell me they'll enjoy the food I've made with all my heart. Don't they have a conscience. I had already shown my dislike for their presence. But why are they still not moving too! Where's their shame? Are there not enough wounds they have inflicted on me? No, this can't be allowed.

"Don't touch the food. After drinking please leave my house. I still have a lot of business so can't linger on receiving guests." Expel me.

"Guests? You think we're guests? We're your family Beautiful. Your honey vienna and I'm your husband."

"Then you want me to welcome you? Where is your conscience?! I told you we wanted a divorce so forget about your unreasonable desires."

"You are unreasonable Beautiful. I have always treated you well, I love you and I love you. I always pay attention to you too. Then where do you say I'm not fair to some husband. You haven't tried it for us to live all three at home. If I'm not fair then you can cry and sue for divorce."

What more should I express my hurt feelings with? How do I explain the pain I feel? I can't stand it. Why behind his sweet attitude there is the nature of the pretense of Mas Heru. I know Mas Heru must have realized it. But why does he still push and think that it's all best for me.

I wept. Not because touched by the words said by Mas Heru, but because this chest is so tight. I can't afford to go back to arguing that there won't be an end to this.

"out! OUT!!" My screams can't take it anymore.

"Mas, I'm scared..." Whining Vienna while holding Mas Heru's arm.

"You have no right to expel me Beautiful. This is my house, in my name."

"What?! Your dream Mas, hiks... This is the wedding gift house of my parents. And you seduced me into using your name. Hix... Hicks..."

"And legally this house belongs to me!"

We looked at each other sharply. I did not expect the more here the more visible the original nature of Mas Heru. I used to believe in Mas Heru completely, which eventually backfired for myself.

"You want me to kick out or accept my decision to stay together?!"

Mas Heru really is not the old Mas Heru anymore. I was helpless against Mas Heru's hard character wrapped in tenderness.

"Get out of you!"

I tried to push Mas Heru out of my house.

"You're no match for me Beautiful."

"www! Hicks.."

With no feeling Mas Heru could push me back until I fell down. He and Vienna went to the dinner table and sat down to prepare for my meal.

As soon as Mas Heru let me cry on the floor while he and his wife enjoyed the cuisine that I had worked so hard to make. Is this fair according to him?

Moreover, that woman, shamelessly bribing before my eyes, finished the dishes I made without sparing them. Their behavior really hurt me and hurt me.

"Beautiful!"

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

"Be happy to open the door!"

Mas Heru kept knocking on my bedroom door. But I don't care. I kept crying while hugging my pillow roll. I wish Mas Heru would understand a little of my feelings. I really don't want to see them. My heart ached so that it could no longer be described with words.

"Besok Mas will return to Surabaya. Mas again just wanted to introduce Vienna to Mother and see our home for us to live with Vienna later. Open the door Beautiful, appreciate your husband!

How can I appreciate you Mas, if you yourself underestimate my feelings.

"Mas come! I'm already bosen here. We're back at the yuk hotel, our son wants to break down."

Deg, my eyes were opened to hear what Vienna had just said. The kid? It turns out that the woman is pregnant.

"It's a shame we're back at the hotel. Beautiful, tomorrow we will be here again. We'll talk again until you understand."

Tight as this chest. Until the tears dried up, Mas Heru still forced his will. I think I should take care of my divorce. Well if Mas Heru is so I will do what I want.

No longer heard the voice of Mas Heru, and the sound of his footsteps was getting away. I rubbed the tears that were still left on my eyelashes and cheeks. I slowly opened the door to make sure they were no longer in the house. And glad they really left. Looks like I should immediately find a lawyer to make my business easier.

Let me give up. Heru is not the best for me. A good husband does not hurt his wife. A husband who loves his wife will not share his heart with another woman.

Enough of my love story for Mas Heru I close up here. Even though this heart still holds love for him, but the wounds given are as great as the love is weakened by itself.

I closed the door and took my salary and tried to contact Mr. Sandi, a lawyer who usually takes care of problems in the office where I work.

"Good day, I want to make an appointment with Mr Sandi can?" Ask me over the phone to the law firm's secretariat.

"Siang Ma'am, sorry on whose behalf?"

"Beautiful Mother."

"Okay, just a minute, ma'am."

About 2 minutes I waited for the secretary to check Mr. Sandi's schedule.

"Can Mbak. Mr. Sandi is in the office after lunch hour around 2. After that at 3 o'clock he had an appointment to see another client."

"Well Ma'am, then can you register me at 2 o'clock?"

"Can Mbak. I will convey. And where do you want to meet, huh?"

"The secretariat is aka Mbak."

"Well then."

"Thank you Ma'am."

"Thank you back, Ma'am. Good day."

I saw the wall clock already showing at 10:10 Wib. I rushed to see Mr. Sandi. But before that I had to clean their used dining table. Heartache to see all the side dishes exhausted without rest. But I don't want to have to do it.

When I finished cleaning, my door closed tightly and I locked it. I'm getting ready to take my dead motorbike to the lawyer's office.

"Where are you going!"

Seriate...