The Story of an Injured Wife
Damar Meet Miho and Desi

If you file for divorce and divorce, I want to hug you, be your husband and be the one to ease your grief.

***

"Mas, I'm in jail for a while."

"Why can?"

"Help me mas. Pay the best lawyers! This is my problem with Desi. The matter of which we scapegoated Desi, now proceed to the realm of law. I'll drag you if you don't do how to help me!"

"Ah added a problem! Yeah, I'll find the best lawyer. You're patient, yes,"

When Damar was about to close his call with Miho, Miho told him to listen to her request again for a moment.

"Wait for! Get people to bring me good food here, that's a lot! I can't live without delicious food."

"Yes." Yeah."

Damar then closes his call with Miho and then makes the requests requested by his affair.

***

Meanwhile, inside the house, Yaya still locked herself in her room. Even this afternoon Yaya had not taken a shower.

I was feeling very lazy to move, lazy to do any activity out there. Not because my soul likes to be lazy, but because of the rain of tears that I am experiencing. All I want is to lie down and write my sad story, wrapping it up in a pure white sheet.

It would be better if I write in the midst of the beauty of fresh nature. It will provide a touch of entertainment that will probably color the heart of my nelangs. Why the storm did not stop. When I said that, a tear fell on my face.

A woman entered the room without knocking on the door. She was the best woman of my life. Mama came to bring me lunch, the smell was good but I was not tempted to eat.

"Lunch first son, you have the right to be sad, the right to lock yourself up like this. But never forget that nutrition is also important. Remember the baby in your stomach."

Oh my goodness, said Mama. I may neglect my own health, but let no one else be involved and carried away in this grief that I am experiencing, lest this be a victim let alone this be my future baby, my own flesh and blood!

I quickly grabbed the large plate that my mother was holding. I took everything by hand, ate everything quickly until I was left with nothing.

It tastes good fried rice, I don't know who made it but I'm sure it's not Elma. I'm sure this must be the mama who made it.

"From the taste of the cuisine I ate just now, I'm sure it must have been my mom who made it. Very nice mam, there's a date."

"Not."

Mama shook her head, who did she not make it?

"Oh sure mama order in the food delivery messaging app?"

Mama shook her head again, who then? How could this cuisine make Mas Damar!

"Martin made a son."

I choked while I was drinking water. I coughed for a while then after the itching in my throat disappeared, I immediately held both of my mama's hands.

My eyeballs were glaring, my face was staring at the shock of my mother.Why could Martin? The most revered man in the world! It turns out he's the food I ate this afternoon.

"It's him who cooks son. He came here, nitip food that makes you eat. Thankfully, you ate it up, Martin would have been happy if he had known. Mama will tell him now." said mama happy while forming O's finger next to her face.

Mama is also very cool. Knowing this makes Martin, obviously I don't want to eat. Mending to eat made Elma aja, even though it feels good, but gabakalan make me become this sorry.

"Udah dong nak do not bete that, son Martin make this for sure with all his heart, all his body, cooking is not an easy thing, son. Must use feelings."

"What does mama mean? Mama want to tell me I'm not good at cooking? Keep Martin's cooking much tastier?"

"No, for my mom, my mama's cooking is still the most delicious."

"But with this you can learn to appreciate even the most annoying people. Martin is your best friend, son, appreciate him."

I got out of bed and pinched my mother's face.

"This mom is in a great mood. I'm going to take a shower now. Ma, from yesterday I haven't had a bath."

"Pantesan smell wry from earlier."

"His mother."

Thank you Mama, you're always there for me. You are the most beautiful treasure, the most precious treasure I have ever had. I can't imagine if there's no mom. May you live a long life and always be there in my days.

***

In a room.

Damar did not stay silent to see the woman he loved was languishing in the police station.

Damar visited Miho, bringing many delicious foods for Miho intake during the detention later. The two of them met in the detention room.

Miho immediately hugged Damar when she saw Damar who was worried waiting for her.

"Mas! Help me, you'll be able to get me out of here?" spoiled Miho in Damar's deck.

"Mas will work on it, baby. You will be free soon. Oh yes, police officer can I meet another prisoner named Desi too?"

"May, just ten minutes. I'll bring him here soon."

A few minutes later, the police arrived with Desi. Damar looked closely at Desi's angry-looking face.

"Desi?"

"What!" desi sewot answered and sat first on the bench.

Then, Damar also sat down followed by Miho who sat beside Desi, but Miho was a little distance away from Desi.

"Desi, I hope you don't prolong this matter. You, how much money would you like to stop suing Miho because she once defamed you?"

"Gue needs a hundred million, you can't! In exchange for the defamation that you were doing at that time to cover up the ulcers of your affair!"

Miho snickered cynically. One hundred million is not a little money!

"No mas! Don't obey this crazy woman's request! That one hundred million is twenty percent of your total salary for a month! I don't want to!" sahut Miho is upset.

Desi slaps Miho. At least the satisfaction he got after slapping this female actor.

"Why did you slap me? You bar ladies!"

"Let's let's get those pantes! Because of the slander at that time, I also got slapped by fierce mothers! Not to mention the time I shopped to the market, attacked also the same anti-actor mothers."

"That's your pain."

"Partially, Damar sir's salary why are you complicated? Oops, forget me, you're simplifying Mr. Damar. So you gabakal willingly squirm pak Damar give a lot of money to me right!"

"Diem you!"

Damar kicked the table, breaking them with that loud voice.

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