Was it wrong of me to love you?
Dhafi's

Aurelia's knees were unable to hold her body that had fallen limp, she fell to the floor. The exhortation of a bursting heart was realized from the clear circle that came out from the end of his net tail. Just imagine her abusive husband lip-catching with his cousin, and doing so in the house occupied by her and her husband.

Stuffy! It was so stifling for Aurelia, who loved her cruel husband so much, to scream and stop the scene. But his voice that was so softly called Mas Dhafi was able to stop the hot kiss.

Dhafi and Faiza were shocked to see Aurelia's presence sitting on the floor with her pushy gaze staring at the two of them. Faiza hid behind the back of Dhafi who was now standing facing Aurelia, Faiza's lips also commented her cynical smile her heart also rumbled happily, and she guessed that Aurelia must have seen their kiss scene.

Suppose Aurelia had a bar-bar soul, maybe now she would curse or beat them both, but unfortunately Aurelia is not the type of bar-bar woman.

Dhafi momentarily thrust his black hair back, taking a deep breath as he thought of the words he was about to say to his first wife. Then the man folded his hands forward.

“You've seen us kissing, right?” dhafi asked calmly.

Aurelia could only nod weakly with her wet neutrality.

“You kissed! Why would Dhafi do that! I'm your wife, Mas Dhafi, your halal partner, not Ma'am Faiza,” Aurelia said so quietly and quivering with the pain in her chest.

Dhafi's tongue clucked in annoyance as Aurelia began to look in tears, then he turned back and embraced Faiza's waist with his mesra.

“Ck .. You said wife! Since you've seen us kissing, it seems like I can't cover up the lies anymore. You know I had to marry you, and I never liked you! And the woman I love is Faiza, she's my lover. You need to know do not you occasionally complain about this to anyone, if you do not want to be a young widow, your parents in the village will definitely be embarrassed if they see their children become widows at a young age!” threatening Dhafi with a sharp look, while Faiza looks disappointed with the words of Dhafi who only calls him a lover instead of his second wife.

Aurelia bit her lower lip so that her cries did not break in front of the two people, even though there were many questions in her heart. Again Aurelia could not resist or at least get angry, cursing showed a sense of emotion of not accepting her husband's betrayal, because hearing the threat would double her. It is true that both parents are very concerned, if there are problems in the household should be solved with a cold head, there should be no divorce, because being a widow in her village is a disgrace to the family.

“You heard what I said just now! If until both of our families know I have a lover, then I will divorce you right then and there!” jakak Dhafi raised his voice.

Aurelia could not answer, but she slowly inched up from the floor with a feeling of tightness, then stared at the two men in turn, then the young woman chose to leave the house.

Dhafi was furious to see Aurelia did not answer, just out of the house just like that, if there was no Faiza maybe he had pulled Aurelia's arm and locked her in the room.

Seeing Aurelia coming out of the house, Faiza dropped her buttocks onto the sofa with a long sigh, followed by Dhafi.

“At last Aurel also knew Mas about our relationship, but I was upset why Mas called me a lover instead of a wife,” Faiza chirped a bit upset.

Dhafi took his breath out violently. “If I say you as my wife increasingly riweh my position Faiza, you remind us of our conversation this morning. Enough now he knows you as my lover only, if it has been past nine months then our relationship can be announced,”, said Dhafi firmly.

Faiza could only sigh, let alone say, the woman should be able to refrain from indulging in her status, but at least with her current position already made Aurelia grieve.

“Yes at least, Aurel already knew that her husband had a special relationship with me. Let's see where you hang out with this man you love. But obviously we will never get his heart Mas Dhafi,” inner Faiza cynical.

Meanwhile, Aurelia who came out of the house, her feet stepped towards Bu Tin's stall with her two neutrals still reminiscing tears. Where else he went, if not to the stall of the fat-bodied mother, only the middle-aged woman he knew from the beginning lived in Jakarta, while the right-left and front neighbors of his house are often not at home because of their busyness in their respective offices.

Bu Tin was stunned to see the teary state of Aurelia, then the middle-aged woman came out of the stall to approach the young woman.

Aurelia's shoulders are still seen going up and down as a hiccup holds back her cries from breaking.

“Eka, please make warm tea for Madam Aurel,” shouted Bu Tin at her eldest son who happened to be in the kitchen.

“Iya Bu, briefly,” said Eka slightly shouted from the kitchen.

Bu Tin again noticed Aurelia, her fat hands began to gently rub the woman's back, before long Eka also brought a glass of warm tea and gave it to her mother.

“Neng Aurelia, drink first yes ... Let's be a little quiet,” pinta Bu Tin gently, he thrust the tea glass.

With a trembling hand, Aurelia accepted it and sipped slowly. For a while, Ms. Tin looked patiently waiting for Aurelia to calm down, and did not ask questions until she actually stopped crying.

After sipping the warm tea, Aurelia returned the glass to Ms. Tin.

“Ma-thank you,” said Aurelia so softly.

“Sama-sama Neng, now it has been quiet yet? What exactly makes you cry like this?” ms. Tin asked, very carefully.

Aurelia's heart was still claustrophobic, seeming hesitant to tell a story, but she could not help herself, as if she needed a place to get her heart out. Bu Tin as a parent who has children and grandchildren, understands what Aurelia feels.

With her gentleness she again rubbed the woman's back. “If you're embarrassed to tell it, don't pa-pa kok Neng. But if you cannot bear and want to talk, then look for people you can trust as a place you tell stories,” said Bu Tin.

Actually in the mind of Bu Tin was a bit surprised to see the arrival of Aurelia with his cry, but there was not yet an hour he passed his house, and saw the kiss scene, the scene of the kiss, however, after Ms. Tin observed the clothes Aurelia was wearing, she realized something must have happened.

The young woman stared fixedly at Bu Tin with her glare. “Bu, can I trust Mom?”

Ms. Tin nodded her head. “God willing, Neng Aurel.”

connect ...

Not all women are strong, and not all women are weak. In one of these stories, Aurelia describes an innocent, innocent, and weak woman, perhaps stupid, and far from the word strong woman. While living in the village the scope of association is only at home or it can be said to only stay at home, whose daily life is only going to school, then at home just doing homework.

What 18-year-old Aurelia will go through is a process of maturing herself, which will make her think more about what it means to be a household and what it means to love.

Stay tune always Brother readers, accompany me to be able to survive here conquer it. Thank you in advance 🙏.