When My Husband Changed
11. A Decision

"Mas Marcel ..." Smseru Zicka stammered at once surprised to see the figure that had disappeared for months, suddenly returned again.

"Yes, it's me. Why?" cynical Marcel while rubbing parts of his body that are sick because of being beaten by Zicka.

"I'm sorry, I thought it was bad," said Zicka indifferently and continued watching it again without caring about Marcel who was still in pain.

"Most out? Can't you recognize that the one who came home was me!" Marcel growled in annoyance. Moreover, seeing the attitude of his wife who suddenly changed after so many months did not meet.

"No way, you have not seen it for a long time so you have forgotten," replied Zicka still in an indifferent tone. Even Zicka did not turn her gaze even a little on the man who still holds the title of her husband.

"We've been together for over 4 years, which you may forget just because I haven't been home for 3 months, Zicka," marcel shouted annoyed at the words of the woman who still holds the status as his wife.

"Oh, it's been 4 years? If you have been together for 4 years, how can you forget to go home, Mom, huh? You didn't even tell me once. Even being contacted, you didn't respond at all." Zicka shouted back. Even now his eyes were straight against Marcel's eyes.

"What do you think we are? Lodge house? While your time you spend having fun with other women. How could you forget about us after finding a new one, huh!" zicka shouted with explosive emotions. Chests rumbling. Her heart ached again when she remembered her husband was in intimate company with another woman in a mall.

Deg ...

"Which woman? Who told? Don't accuse me of the no." Marcel tried to curl. There's no way he's admitting his cheating behind Zicka's back.

"Oh, you think I'm accusing you of being a no-no? That so?" Zicka smiled a cynical smile. Then Zicka went to her room for a while and went back to Marcel.

"This ... is that what you think I'm accusing you of being a no-no?" Zicka threw photos of Marcel with a pregnant woman while in the mall right in Marcel's face.

Marcel immediately picked up the scattered photos. His eyes were perfect when he saw the photos. He gulped his saliva rough, how could Zicka get these photos he thought?

"You ... Where did you get this photo? It's engineering. Someone must be trying to slander me." Marcel. Of course he would not admit his actions.

Zicka rubbed rough her face then smiled cynically.

"It's not engineering, Mas. I saw it with my own eyes. And ... the photos were taken using my own phone," said Zicka with one corner of her lips raised upwards. Inexhaustible, already found out still want to give up.

Marcel opened his eyes.

"Zick, it's not what you'd imagine. We ... we are just friends. Nothing more." Marcel kept on going around the corner and tried to convince Zicka.

"I'm not that stupid to lie. I'm still sane. My mind is still working as it should. I can still tell the difference between friends or not. Nevermind, Mas. I already know everything. Your change of almost 2 years is due to the presence of that woman, right? Even you didn't go home because you wanted to accompany your serial wife. I already know, so don't you lie anymore" Zicka said softly as she held back her cries. As powerful as he held tightness in his chest. He didn't want to look weak in front of Marcel.

"Mk ..."

"I've made a decision, Mom. I want us to separate," said Zicka, staring intently at Marcel.

It was obvious, seriousness in Zicka's eyes. He convinced himself to separate. There was nothing else he could keep from this relationship. Because he was sure, if he stayed, there would only be pain that faithfully accompanied him in the future and Zicka did not want it. It is better to be separated than tormented and languished.

"Zick, don't be rash!" sergeant Marcel. "Think of Meyra's fate when we part!" talk to Marcel who doesn't want to let go of Zicka.

Zicka chuckled cynically, "i made this decision not only for myself, Mas, but also for Meyra. I don't want to get mentally hurt because I know his father's depraved behavior. Although actually he already knows because Meyra was the first to see your behavior behind us," said Zicka who was able to make Marcel surprised.

Marcel's eyes glared in disbelief. Then he approached Zicka and tried to grab her hand.

"Take me off, Mom! I would never touch your dirty, disgusting hands." Zicka brushed off Marcel's hand violently. She was no longer touched by Marcel, even though the man was still her husband.

"Zick, I beg you not to be rash!" melas Marcel's.

"I'm not rash, Mas. I've been thinking about it for 3 months. Why do I survive in this shipwrecked household. The basis of marriage is honesty and loyalty, but all of that you have stained. Finally this is my final decision" Zicka said without a doubt.

Then Zicka left Marcel alone in the living room.

Arriving at the room, Zicka closed the door. His body slumped to the floor. He shed his tears that he had endured since then because he did not want to be seen as weak by Marcel.

Marcel pov

Ah shit! How did he know that I had remarried without his knowledge? Everything's so fucked up.

Waitaminute! What did he say earlier, these 3 months he didn't sue me to provide for them? But even if I don't go home, I always send them money through Andin. Maybe Andin didn't send the money I gave them. Arghhh ... !!! Damnit damnit! Damnit damnit! Damnit damnit!

I'd better go first so Zicka's mind calms down. I will persuade him again.

Then Marcel left Zicka's house with a messed up mind.

At Marcel and Andin's house

"Ande ... Andiiinn .." cried Marcel upon arrival in their house.

"What's up, Mom? How come you go home screaming like that? Unusually," Andin protested in astonishment.

"I hope you're being honest with me, what kind of money I put you to send to Zicka you never sent to her, huh?" marcel asked in full search with a high tone.

"I-I sent you, Mas. I sent it via transfer to Zicka's account number that I gave to me the other day!" answered Andin.

"If you did, give me proof of the transfer?"

"Oh, it doesn't exist, Mom. I threw it away" lied Andin.

"Get me your phone!" marcel pinta.

"Mobile? For what, Mom?" ask Andin was-was.

"I'd like to check the mutation of your account, whether it's true that money you sent them or not."

"Mas, don't you trust me? I'm not lying, Mom. Indeed the money I sent right after you ordered." Andin kekeh.

"No need to lie to me, Andin! I already know everything. You never sent them the money I gave them for a few months, did you! " cried Marcel wrathfully. "Buckiekk!" objurgation.

Then Marcel walked into the room while slamming the door hard leaving Andin who was standing in fear.

"Did Mas Marcel go to that woman's place?" Andin murmured with an erratic feeling.

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