Revenge Of A Wife
That Man is My Husband

I love and respect my husband so much, we've only been married for a month and I haven't had the first night like a couple did.

I realized that we were married because of the wishes of his grandfather who had promised my late grandfather to match me with his grandson Bagas mas.

I lived with my grandparents from childhood, but after my grandmother returned to the almighty, I only lived alone with my grandfather, only, while both of my parents were somewhere after grandfather kicked them both out.

Maybe because of my large body structure so Bagas mas embarrassed to always hang out with me let alone to touch me.

But despite the attitude of Bagas like that I always serve him to prepare all his needs.

Actually my face is not too ugly, just my posture is not ideal like the woman out there.

Not that I don't keep my diet, but how else would my posture be like this.

As usual this morning I always prepare clothes and others, although Bagas mas do not accept me as his wife, but Bagas mas always wear what I have prepared, maybe it's because my taste is good so he likes it.

I prepared breakfast for her, but Bagas did not want to sit with me, he did not want to be accompanied to eat with me his wife.

While I was preparing breakfast for Bagas mas, it was seen that Bagas was approaching the dining room while receiving a phone call, he smiled as he spoke, before deciding on his call look mas Bagas kissed his cell phone then saved his back into his pants pocket.

While receiving the phone, her face was shining and always smiling, but after being in front of me her face was flat again and as if she did not want to look at me.

"Breakfast mas, then I go to the room first want to get ready to the gallery." every morning just like that I do, that's what I do, actually, I really want to sit with Bagas to enjoy breakfast while chatting like a husband and wife, but what I get for one month to be his wife, she said, I must always endure this chest pain that Bagas never considered.

Mas Bagas just nodded without looking at me, and this attitude has been a month I feel, eager to end a marriage like this, but want to how else, he said, I do not want to be blamed by the Bagas mas family let alone the same Bagas himself if anything happens with his grandfather.

Her grandfather mas Bagas had heart disease, so therefore Bagas accepted this match.

In addition to having heart disease, this grandfather who has all the assets of wealth in the Bagas mas family.

Because I received this matchmaking, I was given a gift by her grandfather to share a gallery of paintings that I dreamed of.

Mas Bagas' grandfather knew that I liked painting, so he gave me the gallery gift.

In this painting gallery I eliminate all fatigue and her pain is ignored.

From the first look at Bagas mas I have liked and loved his, handsome face, posture that many in the likes of women and also a well-established life.

Because I have fallen in love with Bagas, I am willing to be treated like this, because now in my life there is only Bagas mas and his family.

Before leaving for the gallery I saw to the dining room first, it turns out that Bagas mas is no longer in the dining room and has spent his breakfast.

In our house there was no servant, because I wanted to feel like a real housewife, and I got it, but being a wife I never really got at all.

After the taste was done all I went to the gallery by driving my grandfather's car.

I don't want to sell it or replace it because it's Grandpa's last pass.

I rushed to the gallery because today there would be a painting exhibition in one of the biggest malls in the city.

Surely there will be many people from the upper class who will visit the exhibition today and I want my best painting on display there in the hope of many fans.

"Lia, is everything ready? Come now we go." take me to Lia my best friend who has always given me spirit.

"Every boss, let's go, I'm sure your painting this one will sell at a fantastic price" said Lia who is often joking.

I just smiled at the words from Lia, I put what I needed in the exhibition later in Lia's help.

"Let's go up, we have to come at the earliest let our painting on the front page."

I drove out the car after I saw Lia was already sitting sweetly beside me.

As usual in the journey Lia continued to babble, whatever she made the conversation material, she always wanted to make me happy.

Lia already knew all my stories, because she was the only one who was always there for me under any circumstances.

And it's true, we were both the first ones to come to the exhibition gallery, I displayed my paintings parallel to the entrance.

I deliberately put it on display there because the person who just entered his view must have been directly addressed to my painting.

One by one the exhibition hall is already full of paintings, I surround this room and look at the paintings of other painters, and it turns out their paintings are very cool and on good.

The time is noon and appoint a break hour, until the exhibition of this painting has been filled with many people from various circles.

While I was staring at the present my eyes were fixed on the pair of men and women who were staring at my painting with great affection.

The man's hands hugged the woman's slim waist and occasionally the man kissed her hair without any shame.

"As if I recognize the man." I bathe as I approach the two of them.

"Do you like his painting sir?" how shocked I was when they both turned his body, it turns out that the man who was hugging the woman was my husband's mas Bagas, it was heartbroken to see him, but I just kept quiet and pretended not to recognize her.