Wife Bet
Chapter 42. A Choice

The day may have changed, but the mood has not been radiant.

Since that incident, his heart has been broken. The goddess is always moody.

It was so hard for him to smile.

Even now, he had to leave their home to return to the house where he grew up.

The thousands of questions his parents asked were only answered with a slit and a smile.

The Goddess was aware, she should not be here. Because, instead of getting a solution, it makes the more cloudy the problems he faces.

The house is on the edge. That's what he keeps thinking.

Could it be that choice that he had to decide? As for returning to her husband, it seemed impossible.

His heart was too hurt. It was no longer about a woman's ego, but about a wife's self-esteem and the value of a marriage bond in Andre's eyes in the Goddess' judgment.

How could a husband so blatantly defend another woman before his wife. Even obviously they are bearing the fruit of their love?

Ah, it seems that in the womb of the Goddess is not the fruit of love. However, the disinclination that a husband does to his wife.

Or, maybe Andre had to accept her pregnancy.

"Yes God! I'm going crazy!" erang Dewi while grabbing her hair in frustration.

All he did was cry and cry.

The phone is deliberately disabled so as not to receive a call from Andre - her husband. Nor did he receive a call if the man contacted him via landline.

Every day Andre came, arriving at the door of the room. Knock on the door until tiredness approaches the man.

However, the Goddess remained unmoved. Ignoring every sound. Covering the ears with a pillow, so that the sound is disguised.

In fact, his heart was still so fragile. So cuddly.

The longing had mounted as if to explode, issuing hot lava ready to burn those who would destroy his household.

However, his soul was so fragile. His heart ached every time he imagined what had happened.

Often times, the Goddess curses the pregnancy hormones that make her fragile.

Often he cursed the magnitude of the taste he had for a man named Andre.

So many disappointments that had stuck in his heart. The goddess felt unable to deal with this anymore.

He gave up, wanted to be alone .. until the time that did not know when. Such a feeling that I knew when it could be killed in the recesses of his soul.

"Dew ... Goddess ... please! Open the door, Dew. We need to talk!" chuckle in front of the room door. His hands were not tired knocking on the door.

The goddess remained silent. His mouth was tightly clenched. After all, his voice was stuck in the throat. Only tears flowed as a sign of how hurt she was.

"Please, Dew! I ... I miss you, miss our son." Andre's voice turned hoarse. His shoulders were shaken, his eyes were reddened. The knock began to weaken, not because of the strength of his body that was slowly eroded, but the fragility of his heart that began to sharpen the soul.

Andre never thought about what he had done.

Don't you understand what makes a goddess like this?

Suddenly ask to go home, the phone is not active. Worse, his wife was nowhere to be found.

For days he pondered, what mistake underlies the Goddess punishing him like this?

It seemed, the meeting they had at that time was not the slightest problem.

He also did not overreact to Anggita.

Suddenly his mind was dead. However, his little heart said if there was anything that made a Goddess like this.

Butwhat?

"Dew, please! Tell me what to do, Dew ...." The tears are now shed, no longer able to be dammed.

He wanted to see the face of the Goddess. Want ... once.

To the extent that, his chest seemed ready to explode his chest. His breath hunted, because the chest seemed to be getting narrowed.

"Oh my God, Goddess! Why does it feel this sick? It hurts even more than when I lost Anggita. Please, Goddess." Andre pasrah's.

Now, he was sitting at the door of the room. His shoulders were shaken violently with tears breaking.

Slowly, a step approached her from behind. Andre immediately rubbed his face, removing the wet traces on both cheeks that definitely still left marks.

"Andre, gohome. Papa doesn't know what happened to you. But Papa was sure, the Goddess must be very hurt."

Mr. Bambang patted Andre's shoulder. Support her so that her daughter-in-law is not fragile.

However, as a parent Bambang feel sorry to see the child's household heresy that seemed to have wavered.

Then, his memory was fixed at the time when the Goddess was depressed because she could no longer practice.

To be honest, Bambang was very worried to see the state of his daughter. But what should he do now.

Protecting his son, of course. However, keep trying to be fair between the child and his daughter-in-law.

Of course Bambang does not want if the household that was built suddenly destroyed.

The sidebar crouched before Andre.

"Papa remember how the Goddess used to be like this. Days of not going out of the room, not greeting us his parents. Just crying in the room. Because I felt desperate when Mama forbade him to exercise."

"That's how the Goddess is, if her heart is so hurt. He'll lock himself up, meet no one. What exactly is going on?"

Andre shook his head weakly. "I'm still figuring it out myself, Pa," she wrote. "The goddess doesn't seem to want to see me yet. But I was very worried thinking about the circumstances."

"Patience! Your job is to find out what happened. It could be your fault, or his fault. Clearly, you need to understand each other. And think back to what was your intention to marry?"

The words of Mr. Bambang suddenly make Andre tiptoe.

Remembering that this marriage was her fault. Playing marriage for a bet.

In the past, Andre never thought about the impact of his behavior.

In fact, no matter how small the decision taken must require a consequence.

No matter how small, no matter what.

Now, Andre is starting to wake up. What is happening right now is definitely due to his mistake.

Suddenly he remembered perhaps his attention given to Anggita was misunderstood by the Goddess.

Andre groaned in frustration.

After the death of his father-in-law, he again banged on the door.

"Goddess, if you do not want to open the door of this room. I'm gonna break it down. Or if you still insist too, I'll make sure only my body is the last time you'll see!" andre's screams were then accompanied by a threat.

Andre breathed a sigh of relief, as the handle of the room door began to move.

It felt so long waiting for the door of the room to open wide featuring a figure that was very missed.

Andre held his breath, as the door finally completely opened.

The goddess stood there, with a pale face, puffy eyes and roars of tears.

No need to wait long. Andre instantly pulled that weak body in his arms.

"I could literally die standing up thinking of you, Dew. Missing you," said Andre with a trembling voice.

Then, the atmosphere became quiet.

In fact, Dewi did not return Andre's embrace.