The tangled thread at my wedding
Chapter 22's

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"Mas I say yes." I crucified the hand of the Sky Master.

"I'm taking it." Bargainly

"No need to. I'm riding an ojek." It's not what I don't want to be considered a teaser anymore.

"But_."

"I am first, Mas. Say hello to the stars." My words cut off his words.

He seemed to take a long breath. I don't want to get too close to Mas Langit, I'm afraid this problem will get bigger later.

I climbed on this online motorcycle. I remember again my household problems. Unknowingly, these tears even melted again. I'm so tired. I really want to be hugged. But who can hug me? No one really cares about me. I'm alone here.

Arriving at the mess where I live, I immediately went down and did not forget to pay my motorcycle fare.

I saw Mas Reza's car parked neatly. It means he's home. For some reason since marrying Ms. Siska she has been home more often. It used to be only once a week that was rare.

I went in and I saw Mas Reza and Mommy Siska sitting in the living room disoffa weighing their babies. Mas Reza's face looked so happy, I've never seen him so happy since he married her. My heart aches and pains.

"Senja, you just got home?" Ask while smiling at me.

"Yes, it's."

While Ma'am Siska was looking at me cynically. The actor was so he who snatched the property of others but he was also the one who seemed hurt. But I don't want to think about that. Let time answer all this tiredness.

"Ja, I'm hungry, can you cook for me?" He looked at me with a smile.

I stared at the cynical Mas Reza. Why ask me to cook? Doesn't he have a beautiful and perfect wife. Why isn't his wife the one he told me to cook?

I did not answer and went into my room. I don't care about Mas Reza anymore. He already has a better replacement for me. Why should I take the trouble to make the man who hurt me happy. He has chosen his path and I will also choose mine.

I went into the room. Again my heart hurt. This room is a guest room but now it is my room. It hurt a lot when I was kicked out of my own room.

I put my bag down and laid my body on the thin bed. I looked at the ceiling of the room.

"God why is my life like this? Why am I always wasted? I don't even know where my real dad is? And now my husband is dumping me. Where am I going? Who am I supposed to complain to?" My tears are coming back.

I don't want to cry. But I can't stop my tears. Every time I see Mas Reza and Mbak Siska happy. My heart is like being stabbed by a thousand knives. Pain and bleed to absorb into the bones.

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If my phone rings the most that calls me Lena. Who else if not Lena? Only he always asks how I am?

I took the flat object into the bag and stared at the screen of my phone.

"Whose number is it? It's not Lena."

I swiped the green button there. I was wondering whose number was on my phone.

"Hallo, I'm sorry is this true with Mom Dusk Mentari?"

"Yes my own. Who are you with?" I sat down because I was curious that this person on the phone would know me.

"Please ask for a minute, ma'am. My introduction Chandrawinata from Publisher Jayantara Loka, interested in publishing the work that Mother made in one of the applications. Can you meet me this afternoon at the Kings Jaya cafe?"

I immediately sat down, the publisher contacted me and interested in publishing my writing? It's an opportunity I can't waste.

"Can Mas. I can go there." I immediately sumringah.

"Good Mom. I'll see you later."

I still can't believe a publisher called me. This is an opportunity for me to dig my coffers through writing. Since marrying Mas Reza never again gave me a living. But no problem, I believe God will give me a way yes this way.

I went to the bathroom to clean myself up. I no longer want to be in sorrow. I believe nothing happens beyond God's control.

"Hem, if you split up with Mas Reza. Where do I want to live? The house does not have! No way I'm going with Mom in the village, you didn't like me." I took a long breath.

"But can I separate from Mas Reza? I love and love her!" Again I breathed heavily "Fast or later the marriage of Mas Reza and Mbak Siska will be caught by the union. Never mind, being discovered is none of my business. Mas Reza has lost his post. That's what he wants."

I'm getting ready to meet the publisher who contacted me. May this be my path to success. May this be the path God has prepared for me. I hope I can walk on my own feet and prove to people that education is not the main trigger for success.

"Where are you going?" Mas Reza asked me probing.

"You'll see Mas's friend." My answer.

"Would you meet a friend or see a Sky Doctor?" He said, "You did not spend the night at his house? Dusk you must realize that you are still Mas's wife!" Her firmness.

I laughed sinisterly looking at the angry-looking Mas Reza.

"Why did Mas? What harm? Marriage is no longer a problem, right? Why would I want to be near another man and what did Mas say, wife? Since when do you consider me Mas's wife? Am I not just a barren woman who can't love your descendants?" I looked at him with a mocking smile. Just straighten out that word.

"Ja, I didn't talk about that? Don't talk about it again!" I stare at me sharp.

I smiled cynically while shaking "Why can't I talk about this, Mas? Wh why? Isn't that the reality, is it? Mas said to go out of town to know his marriage behind me and_."

Plakkkkkkkk

I was shocked when a slap landed on my cheek. It feels so spicy. Perih.

"So, watch your words twilight."

"You know why I'm getting married again? I'm bored with you! I'm ashamed to have a wife who can't do anything whose job is just at home. I'm ashamed to have a wife who doesn't go to school. I'm ashamed to have a wife who can't give me offspring."

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It hurts. So hurt. Was it all this time that fake Mas Reza's love told me to accept me for who I am?

Seriate....