Sorry your Husband I Borrowed
Rejected

It's been a week, I've kept that curiosity, all right. The story of Bik Minah, makes me not calm. Does my husband really like men? Ah, it's impossible. A thousand words of disbelief. I want to not believe the story of Bik Minah.But, my mind is getting more and more rebellious. The curiosity is getting worse.

Slowly I began to set the strategy. How can I lurk, whatever Mas Arga activities are out there. Starting from waking up. Every day, he always woke up early, at 05.00 wib. After breakfast, and the wall clock shows at 07.00 wib, Mas Arga goes straight to the office, riding the motorbike.

At the office, apple. After the apple, he moved to one of his regular coffee shops. Not just one or two coffee shops. In that day, he could hang out at a different coffee shop location. I wonder, why is he like that? The employee but his work hangs out every day at the coffee shop.

Play high domino. If you don't play that game, it doesn't seem legitimate, to him. His phone was never far from his hand. But, sometimes I borrow, on the grounds of wanting to call a friend, because it does not have a pulse. He's not angry. He even gave permission.

When his phone is occasionally in my hand, I try to check out calls and incoming calls on his phone. There is one name, which is often called to the mobile phone Mas Arga. But it's a man's name. I also know the name of the person on Mas Arga's phone.

''But, yes, she calls my husband that often?'' I said I couldn't believe it.

There was nothing strange about my husband's phone. Actually this Monk, the story is a lie or he just fucked me?

''Ah but it is impossible Bik Minah not making up stories like that, Mas Arga talking affectionately with her boyfriend? I lied, I said myself, refuting the story.

Curious it momentarily subsided. I'm starting to get sick of that. Never mind. Why would you suspect Mas Arga. It seems that Mas Arga may not like fellow men. Don't-don't Bik Minah just misheard.

***

Mas Arga's on leave. He said he wanted to relax at home and not go anywhere. In your heart, whether you leave or not, does not affect me. He also never took me for a walk despite the holidays. Because, there, he's just busy with his cell phone and his dominant game play.

Yes already. I try to find my own happiness, even though my heart hurts. But, despite the rejection last night, I'm still not satisfied. I'll find out until I get the real answer.

''Every time I approached him, he always avoided me. The reason he was not wanting to be approached because the atmosphere was hot? Nope. I don't think that's the reason he's. I could feel that he was really rejecting me.

''Mas ''Mas. Please put my BH strap on, I said one day, pretending to ask her for help, after finishing the bath.

I didn't expect, he refused. He said I was spoiled. He asked me to do it myself.

''Ah so I can't. Put it up yourself, '' he said to me at that time.

Geez, what's wrong with just buttoning it up for a second. However, he immediately rejected my request.

Not only that. Some other strange events I felt, he indeed rejected me.

Never did I accidentally drop the ********** that I picked up from the clothesline, right in front of his motorbike. She was instantly like disgusted to see him, and was furious with me.

''Very rude to my husband, ''' she said cursing at me. But, I tried to apologize to him and I said that the fall was unintentional.

He was silent and passed from before me.

***

The only weapon I have to rely on to investigate Mas Arga is Bik Minah. I ask, Bik Minah to report every move Mas Arga.

This time, Bik Minah told me the same thing. He said, Father (Mas Arga) spoke with a man behind his cell phone.

I want emotion to hear that story. To the extent that, Bik Minah that I sprayed, and I accuse him of making up strange stories.

''Bik. Please don't make me emotional. Bik Minah is making up stories or what, about the father?'' ask me to urge Bik Minah to speak honestly to me.

''Yes Buk. Again, I'm sorry if my story made mom emotional. But, that's the truth. The voice sounded like a male voice, he said still insistent that his story was true.

I have sense. Minah I told you to keep an eye on something called a tape recorder. Whatever Mas Arga's conversation, I asked Bik Minah to record it from afar. Hopefully his voice can be recorded.

''Remember that Bik. Whatever your conversation, please record it. Let me believe that the story of Bik Minah is not making it up.'' I said full of emotion.

I looked at Bik Minah like I was scared to see me talking a little high in my tone.

''Sorry, Bik. Because of the story of Bik Minah, honestly I fret Bik.'' said I, with tears.

''Enough Bik Minah who knows yes about my family like this. Please, promise. Swear not to tell this disgrace of my family, to others.

I clasped his hand, I asked him to swear, to keep my family's disgrace tight.

''Sorry about Buk. Don't be angry with me, ' said Bik Minah to me.

''I just convey what I see in front of my eyes, ''' I Bik Minah who changed crying.

Not realizing it, I hugged Bik Minah with a broken feeling. I wanted to avoid the story, but said Bik Minah, the story appeared in front of her.

''If Bik Minah considers me like a child herself, surely Bik Minah does not have the heart to tell my disgrace to others. My life was ruined Bik, after hearing Bik Minah's story yesterday. It was unbelievable, but Bik Minah gave the justification that the story of the father of the phone was friendly with a man, it made my heart break Bik.'' said at length.

''Yes, I promise I will keep this story until I die, '' said Bik Minah promised me.

''Thank you Bik, Bik Minah has been good with me all this time. I won't be able to repay auntie's kindness all this time, for my family. I'm sure Minah is also sad after knowing such a father. Pray that I will be strong, face the reality of life like this. Bik, he is the man I adore. In the past, he chased me down, asking me, so I would be willing to be his companion. I admit, I also used to love him Bik. But, honestly, now I'm disappointed heavily Bik. If indeed he had deviated his life, as aunt knew. Do not tell people yes, I said still at length, with as much crying as you like.(***)