The tangled thread at my wedding
Chapter 02's

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I grabbed my bag and rushed out before I forgot to lock the door.

My husband and I live in the country's servicemen. Messes were reserved exclusively for naval soldiers. Here many army wives who also left her husband in service, but the difference is they have friends who are children while I if Mas Reza service outside the island I alone.

"Road Sir." My order when I got into the taxi I ordered through the online application.

"Hallo Len, I have you to wait there." I called.

"Yes. Ja. Directly in the cafe near the airport. I ordered you a drink."

I don't know why I'm worried about Lena's explanation. Is it true that there is no scheduled service outside the city? Where did Mas Reza go? I don't want to be suspicious but somehow my heart seems awkward with those two tickets.

I stared at the two tickets in my hand that I deliberately brought so that Lena was younger to check the flight date on the ticket.

"This is the fare sir. Thank you, sir."

"Together Mum."

I got off the taxi and walked into the cafe not far from the airport.

"Sorry Len waited a long time?." I sat down with sweat drenching my forehead.

"Udah wants clothes to be dry." Cetus Lena "Nihh drink first." Lena while sucking out the juice she ordered for me.

I chuckled softly and took the glass and sucked the contents. Honestly I was thirsty, I was half running scared Lena had even gone from the cafe because the break was only one.

"Thank you Len." I put the glass back.

"So how did you get the ticket?." Ask Lena.

"Nilh." I took those two tickets from the bag "Eat first Len." Lena if the eating problem can forget the afterlife.

"Yes, it's a bawel." Lena's just a squeak.

Lena took the two tickets and took a picture of them. He flipped through the ticket while watching the clock and date listed there.

"This departing today must be Ja." Lena.

"So Mas Reza came back home?." Reciprocation

I shook my head "No." My answer was short because Mas Reza did not return home.

Lena nodded as if she understood. He was still watching the ticket closely while adjusting to the flight schedule.

"Ja, sorry isn't it I want tempzon with your husband. I suspect actually today Mas Reza wants to go to Jakarta with someone but because the ticket is behind maybe he bought a new ticket or could not go." Lena gave me back the ticket.

"But what did Mas Reza do to Jakarta Len? Same who? And what's up? You don't be weird.." I'm trying to shake off Lena's prejudice.

"Yes who knows. If he doesn't have a ticket, who else would try it? You can't have friends, right?." Tandas Lena's.

I confirmed Lena's words. But why did Mas Reza go to Jakarta?

"You try to investigate first. Ask Mas Reza or call him!." Advice Lena.

"His phone's off Len, maybe he's already on the ship." A few hours ago I did call my husband's number but it was completely off.

"Oh so." Lena beroh ria course "I think the break hours have run out, I'm back to work first." Lena stood up from her seat.

"Yes Len. Thanks for the time. Sorry to interrupt your work hours." My words are not good. Lena's been my best friend since High School. He went to school in the aviation department.

"Its okay pretty." Tempted Lena while mengoel my chin "I am first ya."

I took a deep breath and walked out of the cafe. My mind has wandered. My relationship with Mas Reza has been fine. Even during my seven-year marriage, she treated me well. There was nothing to hide between the two of us. Is it possible that Mas Reza is hiding something from me?

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"Mother."

I saw my in-laws standing in front of the house as if they were waiting for someone.

"Where are you?." Tanya ketus and cynical do not forget her arrogant face.

"So Dusk meet Lena Bu." Answer me. My parents never liked me before.

"What's wrong with you here?." I asked softly and politely.

"Reza told me to come here to get a ticket at his bedroom drawer. Open the door, I'm going in." Urged

"Ticket?." My title is "Ticket for what, ma'am?." I'm starting to wonder this ticket was my discussion with Lena a few minutes ago.

"You don't have to ask too many questions. Quickly open the door." His words were never soft at all.

I took out two tickets in my bag that I was carrying

"This is the ticket ma'am." I handed the ticket to Mom.

"Are you the same?." He grabbed the ticket violently

"So Dusk found the ticket in Mas Reza Bu." I said, "Whose ticket is this, ma'am?." I ask again even though this parent is always rude and does not consider me his daughter-in-law I still respect and appreciate her.

"You'll know later." Then he put the two tickets into his bag "Don't think the same Reza. Maybe he chose a woman like you made a wife. Was poor. Can't be anything. Can't give another child. What does he expect from you?." Staring at me with disdain from toe to toe.

Tears are shed in my eyes. I clenched my strong half-dead hand holding back these tears from escaping just like that. I have always dared not fight this woman. He is my in-laws, however.

"Sorry Mom." I can only duck.

"I'm sorry, you think you can make you have children. Anyway why the hell Reza still defends you. Why don't we get married again to have children?."

Deg.

My heart throbbed in pain when I heard my in-laws' words. Not the first time I asked Mas Reza to divorce me, it was often and even almost every day. But Mas Reza is still keen to defend our household. He didn't want to lose me and hurt my feelings. That is what made me love my husband more. She always stood up for me when I was insulted by her mother and her family.

The middle-aged woman left and even she nudged my body until I shifted a little. I looked at her back that was away.

"Strong Dusk. Even though your in-laws don't like you as much as you have a husband who always loves you." My words encourage myself. Because if I don't strengthen myself, who else? Mas Reza is not at home, if he is there he must immediately embrace me and give me strength.

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