The tangled thread at my wedding
Chapter 01's

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"Dec, maybe tomorrow Mas can not go back to Papua and leave today. You're okay alone at home or later ask your friends to Shinta?." Mas Reza told me as I prepared breakfast for him.

"How long is it?." I put a glass of water on the table to eat.

"Thank the Deck." Mas Reza was waiting for the water before answering my question

"Maybe a Deck week. You're okay alone?." Debut once again.

I shook my head "It's okay, Mom." I smiled at my handsome husband.

"Yes, I'm leaving already. I'm going straight to the port." The pampit did not forget to kiss my forehead as a sign of his affection for me.

I'm happy and happy not to play with a romantic husband who understands me.

"Yes, be careful. Want me anterin?." My bargain is that I always take my husband to the harbor.

"Not Deck. You rest at home. I'm leaving." While pulling his suitcase containing some of his clothes.

"Yes be careful." I drove him to the front of the gate of our humble house. He ordered a taxi online.

"Da da darling." While waving his hands along with the taxi that took him away.

My name is Dusk. But it is good and beautiful. My father said I was born when dusk disappeared in the east of the temple, which is why I have been called by that name until now.

I was married at the young age of eighteen to a Navy State Army man. Being a Persib's mother was my dream. That's why I got married at a young age when Mas Reza proposed to me at the age of 18 after I graduated high school.

I have been married for seven years and unfortunately until now I have not been entrusted to be a mother by God. When my girl had a Sinistra Ovarian Cyst, I didn't know what kind of disease it was. What is clear is that the disease managed to make me unable to have children.

And luckily Mas Reza accepted me for who I was. We are happy without children. He loves me and I love him. Our happiness is quite simple, when we can accept each other. Mas Reza is ten years older than me. He was a grown man who could be both a father and a husband that made me feel lucky to be born a woman.

Even though I know that deep down in Mas Reza's heart he really wants to have children but he never brought up myself who can't give him offspring that's why I feel really happy to be woman.

I'm just a high school graduate. I have no skills in the business world. But I work as an online novel writer on an app site. From the income that makes me able to buy anything I want.

Mas Reza never gave me more money, he always said that his money was saved for the future of both of us. Because Mas Reza wanted to buy the house that we had dreamed of for so long that's why he only gave me enough money for the needs of both of us. I never argued it, I supported it in everything. As a wife, I want my husband's dream to come true.

And from the beginning of the marriage my in-laws and my sister-in-law never approved of our relationship. Besides me being just a high school graduate, I haven't had a father since I was a kid. My mother was a mistress who sold her body to a married man until I was born in this world . Luckily Mom still wanted to take care of me to adulthood and now she's remarried to a building clerk and she's following her husband to work.

Because my family background is not clear my presence was like a boomerang for my husband's family. When married, the office was not attended by his immediate family, only a few relatives and nuclear family. At first I refused to accept Mas Reza's proposal, but he managed to convince me that everything would be fine.

"This what?." My forehead wrinkled in wonder when I saw an envelope in my husband's closet.

I flipped through the envelope and was curious about the contents. Who knows the contents of the money can make monthly shopping hehe. Because all this time Mas Reza only gave me five hundred thousand dollars a month for the needs of both of us. Fortunately I was good at frugality and splitting our monthly money. Until now I don't know how much my husband pays in a month? My friend said her husband's salary could be quite depending on the position he has.

I ventured to open the envelope. My keningku increasingly frowned when he saw two Pontianak-Jakarta flight tickets.

"Whose ticket is this?." I still muttered to myself "Do you have Mas Reza? But what do you want to do with him to Jakarta? Didn't he say he wanted to go to Papua for a week?." I'm still a monologue myself. My husband's a Navy soldier, of course, his job is related to ships and the sea, so what does that have to do with plane tickets?

I sat in my bed thinking hard. What ticket is this.

I took my phone and asked my friend to check the ticket number. I happen to have some friendship working in the aviation department so I he wondered.

"So how's Len?." I asked Lena while staring at the two tickets in my hand.

"That's Ja's ticket?." Doesn't this answer the child asks back?

"You don't need to know whose ticket this is." I said, "Have you checked yet?." My master once again. I stared at the ticket number many times. Flight schedule today.

"Bring up." Swishing Lena. I chuckled softly, my best friend is fussy

"Ja, that's today's flight transiting at ten Pontianak-Jakarta." Obviously Lena.

"Means you're leaving soon." My words

"She's leaving again." Lena said, "Why does it have you?." Cerocos Lena's. Her husband was also a Navy Soldier who was the same as Mas Reza.

"No. Didn't know it was on Mas Reza's drawer." I had to put that ticket back in Mas Reza's drawer.

"Don't you have Mas Reza?." Ask Lena curiously.

"It's impossible to have Mas Reza, he's part of the ship not your kayak flight. He had just left for Papua." My leg while fixing my fingernails.

"Dinas to Papua?." There was the sound of Lena sighing in wonder.

"Why Len?." Ask back.

"So. But why Mas Raswan did not join the service. They're one lane." Lena said "Mas Reswan said next month to Papua is not today."

"Ahhh sih Len time, there is no way Mas Reza lied to me. He's got a big suitcase like he used to go to work." I tried to remove all the bad prejudices from my husband.

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Hi guys welcome to my new novel ..

This time we do not discuss about CEO-CEO or rich men falling in love with poor women hihi. We will shed tears through heartache. Strengthen your mentality. wkwkw.