The tangled thread at my wedding
Chapters 10

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"Who?" Mas Langit glanced at me.

"Lena Mas." I put that flat thing back in.

"Familiar friend? I think he cares about you!"

"Mas High School Friend, he's fussy and chatty." I chuckle to tell my little friend that.

"Raswan's wife?" Guess it.

I nodded "Knowing?" Askaqua.

"They come with me every weekend. You're the only one I don't know!" He chuckles.

"I'm not famous." My chirps.

"You're all there is." He's shaking his head.

Age Mas Langit if I thick enter the forties. The person does look cold and a little indifferent, but if he already knows he is actually very connected when spoken to. I don't want to know anything about his, about his late wife who died.

"It's just you...."

"What am I?" My forehead wrinkled in wonder.

"That's not much about me." Then he ngakak.

I smiled "Part of the burden of my life has been a lot Mas, if asked to have Mas ntar even more." My word. He again cramped

Preoccupation chatting with each other, so it does not feel when it reaches our home.

"Lho do you live here?" His question seemed to pay attention to the green house paint neatly arranged.

"Yes Mas. My husband's a soldier here." I opened the sealbeat on my body.

"Your husband is Navy too?" Ask again. I nodded "Who?" Reciprocity.

"Mas Reza, Mas." I opened the car door "Mas thanks ya?" I got out of the car.

"Yes Ja. You're welcome." His smile was "I'm good." He nodded to say goodbye.

"Be careful." I waved my hand.

I turned around and took a long breath. Wait, why did I just realize that my door was open and in front of the house there was a car. Whose car?

I walked in with a million questions. The mess where Mas Reza and I lived was quite large because it had been renovated a few years ago, the courtyard was enlarged and had a fence. The average house has a fence with a yard that is deliberately enlarged.

"M-gold." I was shocked when I saw Mas Reza sitting in the living room.

"Ja, where are you going? Who is your nyariin?" He stood up to approach me. While the face of his second wife seemed to be bent in annoyance.

"I'm staying at Lena Mas's!" I took one step back as I was about to hold my hand. I don't know why I'm so disgusted by him

"Whose car is that?" Connect me.

Deg

My hands clenched tightly withstanding the pain that hit my chest. God, why does it hurt so much?

"What do you mean?" I looked at Mas Reza disappointed "You know that money I saved to build our new house?" Keep me on, hot cheeks are holding the clear melt.

Mas Reza took a long breath. He was indeed a man who could master his emotions, a gentle gentle man who could make a heart instantly melt. That is why I do not believe if Mas Reza dare to betray the love we have built with great difficulty.

"That's what I explained, Ma'am. We can stop again, right?" Said "Mas hope you can accept Siska with Queen." Say lightly. Does Mas Reza have no idea what he's saying "Can't Ja?" He's waiting for my answer.

I wiped my tears while turning my face away. My chest went up and down withholding the choking load there.

The woman named Siska walked towards us. He immediately hugged my husband's arm spoiled. God why is it so sick? It feels like my heart is breaking into pieces.

Even Mas Reza did not try to explain about their marriage he was as heartfelt as bringing Siska and her son to our house. This is his house, but I am his wife and I also have the right to determine who can stay here.

"Ja, Siska is a nurse so automatically she will be busy working if the night service. You can take care of Queen at home."

I shook my head in disbelief as Mas Reza asked me to look after and take care of the child with his second wife. Didn't he think about how I felt?

"Where's Ja?"

I was reluctant to go to my room and did not want to follow Mas Reza's strange request. Be ill. Wound. Broken. My feelings are mixed and it's possible that these tears have dried up because they come out too much as they please.

And I came back shocked when I didn't see my stuff in our room. I just saw a little baby sleeping comfortably there. Even my usual writing desk wasn't there. Where's my stuff who moved it.

"Ja." Ja." Mas Reza came in after me.

"From now on you sleep in the next room. Siska doesn't sleep without AC. Are you okay sleeping in the next room? They moved your stuff."

Tega! So hearty! My husband's. Kulirik Siska who smiled triumphantly. I can't deny she is beautiful, her skin is clean and well-groomed in contrast to me who is shabby like a country woman.

Again, I could only wipe my tears. My emotions seem to be angry. I feel worthless.

I left again without saying anything. Ragaku's tired. I said he wouldn't understand.

Some look riotous every day ending up hugging each other tightly, like Mas Raswan and Lena. Some looked fine, adorable once quietly set up a plan and slowly disappeared all of a sudden. Maybe me and Mas Reza are both.

I went into this restroom. Guest rooms, usually Santi often stay here. I locked the door and leaned against the wall of the door while sitting down and crying loudly.

"Hyx hyx hyx hyx hyx."

This room seems to be a silent witness, about my heart breaking at this time. My husband's. My first love and the man I told every novel I wrote turned out to be a lambskin-feathered wolf that looked meek but turned into a demon.

"Why is it so sick?" I hit my chest again many times.

My body hasn't completely recovered from last night's rain. Even Mas Reza was not worried at all and asked me how I was in the rain last night.

There were many things I wanted to ask him but my lips were as if they were silenced by the pain that hit my body and threw it to shreds of formless melts.

"Mom, Mommy. Tired of the sunset, Mom. Dusk wants to be embraced." I hug my knees while hugging my knees.

Seriate........