Son Kos At Home Next door, My Husband's Affair
Slowly Revealed

After spending two years saying tired?

Without prolonging the debate I came out with a small bag, anyway if there are certainly many clothes in the house Mama.

"Where'd you go San?" Tami's mother walked over to me.

"You go home to Mama Ma'am" I replied.

"alone?" ask Ma'am Tami to investigate.

I just nod.

A second later Dila came out of the door of Mbak Tami's house while holding Arya his son Mbak Tami.

It turns out they are quite close, compared to the other boarding children Cindy never got in or visited by Tami.

"Old San?" ask Tami again.

"Sunday Ma'am." I answered looking at the watch.

"Well, bother your husband." I smiled a little.

I lyric Dila who did not also make a sound, his eyes glanced behind me. I'm sure Mas Ricko is standing at the door. I'm turning.

It turned out to be true, Mas Ricko was smiling thinly while looking at Dila.

"Mass?" reprove me.

"That's Arya making gemes. When do we have a handsome boy like Arya?" he was smiling, fake.

I'm pretty sure that Mas Ricko is playing with Dila, an anxious high school student. His body is touched by a man's husband for money. That's how I thought.

Patience... I'm taking a breath. They were either staring at each other, or talking through their eyes. Not wrong again, the way Dila stole the view also looks different.

Sin is not it if I pray their eyes swollen stye to blind? Said it was nice to see Arya, in fact excited to see a bad woman who always appeared seductive.

Should I punch Mas Ricko in the face, or scratch Dila's disgusting face? Heh... It's not fair that I'm the only one who suffers.

Finally the car that was going to take me was coming, so agile Mas Ricko opened the door ahead of me. "Aren't you impatient, huh?" my thinking.

"Be careful on the road dear." The message then kisses my cheeks and forehead.

"Mas too, Don't mess up." I said.

"Room dear." so smile on his face.

The car door was tightly closed, the rear lights were not on either so I could see how Mas Ricko then stepped into Ms Tami's house after chest-chest.

"Mas!" call me to the driver in front of me.

"Yes, Mother."

"Please turn around." My orders can't go out of curiosity.

"Well!" the driver was reluctant.

"I paid double, but turn around and stop at the corner of the alley." I asked again.

The young man finally complied, the slow of this car that had only driven for several tens of meters finally turned around.

"What are we doing, Ma'am?" the driver asked in surprise when I asked him to stop.

I do not answer, from a distance of 40 meters I can see Mas Ricko was taking Arya joking, his hands rubbed Arya's head, but occasionally holding Dila's shoulder. Their eyes met each other to enjoy, and the severity of Mbak Tami along with laughing beside them.

Oh Allah...

Not only are Mas Ricko and Dila traitors, but also my neighbors, Tami said.

My chest was like burning with this unhindered distant scene, I could no longer just stay still.

I grabbed my bag and opened the car door handle.

"Sir, we should go." prevent the driver who said Mas Ricko named Andi.

There's no way I'm telling you, I keep the door open but it turns out Andi locked it.

"Mas, please open! I have to finish my business!"

"What does Susan want?" the driver asked me to be surprised.

"Well, Susan's going back to town?" ask the man again.

"You know my name?" suddenly I was worried.

The man took a breath, leaned back but looked at me from the front view.

"You're Ricko's wife, and I'm his friend teaching. Yes, I know."

"Why do you keep me from going down, I'm sure you also know what makes me want to come down and beat them up!" I sniffed with my breath up and down.

"Maghrib this is Ma'am!"

"Why do you want the Maghrib? Or are you also conspiring to cover up Mas Ricko's rot?" I smiled cynically.

"I'm not conspiring, Ma'am, but why go home again?"

"Hurry open!" my annoyance.

"Yes already." Andi opened the door.

I immediately went down and stepped quickly. A few steps, but then I stopped.

I think again, it is certain that Mas Ricko will avoid, most Mas Ricko's answer is misunderstanding. I turned around, looking at the driver who had not yet moved in my footsteps.

I got back in the car, got in past him who was still standing.

"Not coming home?" the tanyanya came in, started to turn on the engine.

"Road." I ordered, got the head from Andi. I remember Mas Ricko had a friend named Andi, and it turned out to be him.

"If you're tired of sleeping, I'm not a bad person." he opened the chat when the car had already driven far.

"You're Mas Ricko's friend?"

"Yes." he glanced at the rearview again.

"That means you know dong, about Mas Ricko cheating on you with your student?" guess the prize, I'm sure I'll get the answer.

"If that I don't know, after all, as long as your husband is appointed ASN we rarely chat, never even come to the headmaster's house as before. If we used to talk and coffee together, now it is not. He said he was busy."

"Well! Isn't she saying goodbye to the principal's house?" I looked in wonder at Andi.

"When?" he asked back.

"Ten days ago, after returning from Mas Ricko district straight to the headmaster's house until late, he said the departure of your nebeng. And the days before were often Mas!" I became an emotion myself.

"Where there, the headmaster of Sunday school came to the district, continued to nginep at his house, only Tuesday morning back here" explained Andi.

Oh my God, let alone this.

It means that Ricko lied to me a lot. If not to the headmaster's house, where to?

No mistake, he cheated! If not then it is impossible to lie just to stay up with his friends, after all I never forbid.

Unknowingly shed my tears, these two years turned out to mean nothing to Mas Ricko. Even all my pain was in vain, not appreciated by him.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what the problem is." Andi was wrong.

The journey to my home was long, my chest tight, my body weak. Remembering when I was still determined to get married without Papa, Mama wept for me, Papa was hospitalized because he was upset with me at that time.

Now that I'm receiving the payback, if I betrayed Papa and Mama's love, now I'm being betrayed by the husband who made me disobey.

It hurts a lot, when we have sacrificed a lot, but in return for cheating. Tega...

"It's up to Susan."

I was crying and daydreaming for quite a while.

"I'll be home after a week" I said, not changing plans.

He grabbed the stiff paper in front of him. "Call me if you want to be picked up, don't ride in the car carelessly alone." give it to me.

"Thank you."

Don't want to make small talk, not even just an invitation to stop by, not out of my mouth. I want to go in and see Mama, I've been too sinful.