The Second Woman's Regret
Meet Andre's Wife

Griya Permata, block G1 number 10. That's Andre's home address I know from his wife's social media stalker. At that time I had regretted, why three months associated with Andre, never find out through social media as well, but everything was plastered for real. It's just that I was too busy with work in the office so it was unthinkable to do all that. After all, I am a person who rarely plays social media. I used to have a social media account for applying for a job.

Entering his wife Andre's social media page, made my heart pound on his face. It is not beautiful, but it looks classy. Then his two children, his face looks a lot like their father. My memory was immediately drawn to the little boy who hit me while on the Playground. Yes, here it is. The same kid who questioned his father to me. Then he was right, seeing me with his father. Ahhh it feels very guilty to have made such a small child hurt. Even his age was much younger than I was Abah left behind.

The house is not too big, but it is not too small. But it does not describe that the one who lives here is a rich man. I think it falls into the middle category. The yard is not too broad, but quite relieved for a housing.

I pressed the bell. Not long out the woman I was looking for. Lina's sister Aprilia. He was surprised to find me coming.

"Would you like to come here?" He called me unfriendly, even very judes. Different from his weak attitude when he came to my house. But I can understand, he was so because of the wounds I made. Even if he was rougher, I still understood.

"Sir, I'm sorry if my arrival interfered. I ...."

"Yes. Very disturbing. What's your name? Tira yes."

"Yes mbak. I'm sorry, but may I have a minute to talk?"

"I don't want to serve you."

"I'm not going to ask for anything, ma'am. I just want to explain what really happened so that I don't misunderstand."

"No need to mbak. For what to explain everything, it has become a tangled thread. You destroyed my household. Knows "

"Mister, I've retreated."

"Then? What's?"

"Sir, maybe I can fix my household."

"Heh, no need. You know, your presence is a great calamity that makes me and my children suffer. Now what do you want to do again? You've made it all so messy."

"May I explain everything?"

"No!"

"Then how do I straighten out if I don't let me explain everything."

"Excuse me, what's going on?" A woman whose age may be the same as mine comes, she's not alone, but I don't pay much attention. Apparently she's Lina's sister. I don't know what his name is, but he immediately inflamed once he knew that I was the second woman of his brother's husband. Without further ado he instantly pulled my veil as tight as he could, beating me mercilessly. I could only scream for help while holding my veil so as not to escape.

The blows and blows to my face and body hard enough to overwhelm me completely, but I couldn't do anything about it. This is the risk of being the second woman from a husband.

"Vina, already. Unleash it. What the fuck are you?" A man, his friend Vina helped separate me from his sister Lina. After successfully removing us, he immediately stood between us so that I could see clearly who the person who had helped me was

"Mister Tira?" he pointed.

"Sir, let's go!" the man quickly grabbed my hand, led me up to his car, then drove away from Lina's house. I can only follow in silence. While Vina who had realized I ran away immediately chased, but she lost quickly because I got in the car while she ran.

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"I won't do anything. But I know very well what kind of person Vina is. If you don't go, danger. Mbak can be more battered again" said Mas Saja, after the car stopped quite far from his home. He showed me the wound on my face through the glass. "That's, the face is scarred, it's better to treat." he took out the P3K box, then helped me treat the wound.

"May I ask for help?" I said.

"What?"

"Please take me home. Can it? I am very tired, if I am afraid myself ....." I pointed out with tears in my eyes.

"Yes, don't worry, I'll take her to the house." she immediately drove her car to the boarding address I mentioned at the beginning.

All the way I could only cry, holding back the discomfort because now my body was shaking. I'm really scared. It seems like everyone is getting violent. Starting from being watered by water, being cursed, forced to prostrate until physically attacked.

"Mister Tira is okay? Do I need to go to the hospital? I can take you, mbak." he offered help.

"No need, I'll just go home." I said.

"Patience is yes. I'm sure Tira's a good man."

His words just now became an encouragement for me who had broken hopes. Like finding a sip of water in the heat of the desert. I came back crying, but this time crying happily because finally someone believes that I am not a bad person.

"Thank you, thank you for being so prejudiced by me. I am not a bad person. I don't want to hurt anyone. I was a victim but made a perpetrator." I said again, wiping away the rest of the tears.

"That's the charade of the world, it's hard to understand." Said. "Bak don't cry anymore. Ma'am calm. Or if mbak is a lot of thought should not go home first, but we find a comfortable place ...."

I don't know what else he said. I'm really tired and sleepy too. Since last night his sleep is unclear, plus crying many times so that his eyes are heavy because of swelling.

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The silhouette of twilight made my eyes glare. When I opened my eyes, there was a view of the beach. I'm still in the car, it's a little fresher than it was before I went to bed.

"Mr Tira is awake?" suddenly Saka appeared from behind the car window. He was waiting for me to wake up outside.

"I'm sorry, I fell asleep. I really trouble mas." I said

"No. Even I am happy, I can finally come here to see the sky." He looked up. "Good indeed. If you are sad or have a lot of problems, you will see clouds. It felt calm." he told me that his mother had long since died. If you are lonely, you will see clouds.