The Diamonds that are Exiled
At selingkuhi

This is where it all started, the destruction of my household and how I could divorce my husband unilaterally until I finally got married again.

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I'm a pervert, troubled, should I believe Evan's words, but somehow I want to refuse even though I know Evan is a very honest man. My heart is already in pain though not necessarily the alleged affair is true.

With a fifty-fifty guts I sat at a stop near Evan's company near work. Right, when the clock came home, I saw Ryan walking hand in hand with a woman. If you look, it's clear where I'm going. Not narcissistic, but true. I am beautiful and sexy, my face is also natural white without skin care. I even always keep myself to always look beautiful, natural of course, everyday I just polish a little thin makeup, anyway I'm beautiful without putty sekilo. Even I always take care of my body and make sure it is always fragrant, of course, that my husband will not be tempted by actors aka male wrestlers. Eh in fact is still a kecolongan, basic Ryan sontoloyo.

I put on a mask and quietly followed them. Walking for about 20 minutes, they stopped in front of a house that was not too big, both of them entered. They are like husband and wife coming home from work together. Uh wait, husband and wife? it could be that they have married quietly, especially for a month when Ryan rarely came home, he always reasoned to have to go out of town for a new project, even though nonsence. It's all just Ryan's alibi to be alone with his mistress.

I stepped in search of RT sir's house, because their house is a densely populated area, in contrast to our house which is quite elite housing, a gift from my father for our wedding. I also don't want to be suspected by residents for settling the deposits in front of people's houses.

I've been sitting in front of middle-aged men and women, they welcome me kindly.

"what's it gonna take, mbak?" ask RT friendly

"em, I am from the village sir, was looking for my brother, coincidentally the address given is in this area, because I was confused so I came here" I said lying

"if you can know what his name is mbak, maybe it is our citizens" asked RT ma'am

"his name is Ryan Dewantara ma'am, he works at EA Group"

"oh, Mr. Ryan, her husband is Fika" replied RT

"oh, so my brother lives with his wife huh ma'am?"

"yes, uh kok mbak as his sister do not know, they have just been married three months, still a newlywed"

Three months, so they've been married three months. Great, why am I suspicious now.

"my brother never came home, so I followed here, our parents are old and they miss the same brother, uh years old sister silent marriage" I replied origin

"they contracted three months ago mbak, said he was from the village and work in a large company, he said to be close to two of them working there"

"oh yes sir, yes I have agreed to meet my sister"

"please mbak"

After that I said goodbye, I wanted to make sure of this once again, maybe it was just a dream. It's been five days since Ryan didn't come home with the excuse of taking care of the project out of town. They must be alone now. Ryan no longer even asked for his right, once he came home, he slept like a dead man. And I didn't ask or do my duty either, yet he didn't ask even as if he didn't want to do it with me anymore.

I passed by his house, deserted. I just stepped up and stood in front of their house, but what I heard, the voice ah uh, and the voice of the curse that broke my heart. Right I guess, they're fucking. You don't know who you are, you don't remember who you are. Mas Ryan is an orphan who only has an uncle and an aunt. Even when we were married, the dowry he gave was just a prayer tool and 500 thousand dollars. I don't demand much, I always manage my finances well, even I can save 1.5 million of the money Ryan gave me, 4 million a month. He also claimed his salary was only 6 million, whereas according to Evan, my husband's salary was 9 million. Must be the rest of his salary he gave to his mistress. Superfluity. I put my foot up with a shunt, I'm tired, I'm broken, I'm disappointed and I want to feel like I killed myself.

What are my shortcomings? I felt like wiping away the tears that had fallen without asking.