100 Days of Being a Widow

My best friend, my honeymoon is part 2

From that day on, I really enjoyed my free time at home. Laila Yang has always been good at cooking, began to help me a lot in the kitchen to prepare breakfast and dinner dishes for Lesmana mas.

We also often do activities together, such as cleaning the house together and watching movies at home together. I often fall asleep while watching. Understandably, my activities at the Hospital are very dense, so when I go home my body is tired.

One day, Laila came home crying. He experienced a PHK from the Property Office where he worked. I'm trying to strengthen her. I knew that he had been an orphan ever since he was in college. While now, he still has to pay for his sister who is still in school in a boarding school.

On the deal with Lesmana, I'm willing to take Laila's life and send her sister the school fees and living expenses until Laila gets the job back.

I'm trying to help Laila find a new job according to her qualifications. Laila has qualifications in office administration. But Laila's application received many rejections, with the reason that there are no job vacancies.

Three months passed since Laila was unemployed. I started to divide my salary. Laila and I have nothing in common in financial management. I who used to live frugally and spend money according to needs, not desires, began hard to meet Laila's demand when she asked for money to buy skincare at the price of millions, he said, hair care is done too often.

"La..your face is already very glowing, you should not use skincare too often".

My words tried to advise when Laila persuaded me to give up the money to buy skincare. However, Laila was angry and accused me of breaking my promise.

I felt burdened with the many needs of Laila and the attitude of Laila who felt like a host in my own home. Neighbors next door began to feel uncomfortable seeing me who even seemed to be the person who hitchhiked while Laila the host. Laila never helped me cook again, let alone clean the house. He bought food out of the money I gave him. Even not infrequently he ate semeja with us, but did not help cook or clean up his own food.

I started getting sultry with Laila's attitude, and ventured to ask my husband to put Laila into his office, hoping that, after getting the salary, I would ask Laila to leave my house.

"Laila can what?!"

Ask my husband.

"Yes he is a former marketing mas and office administration scholar, maybe he can help the administration of the mas office".

My words were coldly welcomed by Lesmana. However, it has not been long since I made my request. Laila has come in and works at Lesmana's office.

Between happiness, but jealousy. Lesmana made Laila her personal secretary. Lesmana reasoned that he desperately needed some personal assistants.

"Your old secretary how's mas?"

I was starting to get jealous of my husband's closeness with Laila.

"He I moved to the general administration.He was less deft. Work's slow".

I still think positively for that reason. The more days, Laila is getting closer to Lesmana.

My husband is now more at home than in his office. Usually, when I come home, he's still busy at the office. But lately he went home more often with Laila. When I got home, they were home. However, one thing I have to admit, even though they are getting closer, Lesmana also shows an increasingly affectionate attitude towards me. Sometimes, Lesmana made fun of me in front of Laila, which made her smile wryly.

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I really feel uncomfortable with Laila's attitude. I remembered that Andra was a married man, and Laila still dared to continue her relationship. My attitude is getting colder towards Laia. Until Laila said goodbye to move house to a location close to his office.

I feel relieved. At least I don't need another cold war with him. He was my best friend since childhood!

I welcome his good intentions to move. Laila also no longer asks me for money. I hope our relationship returns to what it used to be.

One day, I want to give you a surprise on Lesmana's birthday. I purposely took time off work, only to make a cake and a dish for Lesmana's birthday that I would celebrate in her office.

Just one hour before the office break, I had reached Lesmana's office. Usually Eva, Lesmana's secretary, would greet me kindly, as would the rest of the staff. However, his arrival this time was greeted with a cold attitude and looked like a tense look as I asked for Lesmana's whereabouts.

I ventured into Lesmana's room, but it was empty. There's no one. So I decided to wait while cleaning the room.

I was surprised to find that **********women are in the Lesmana desk class. There are****** in the desk drawer and lubricants ******. My chest felt tight, until I asked for help from the staff there. They were shoulder to shoulder carrying my body to the sofa.

I cried so much with an unreasonable mind. I asked them to tell me about what happened in the Lesmana workspace.

Lesmana is a leader, or a Head of Office in a Government Office. All disinclined to him. They worry about being fired or mutated if they have a problem with it. But not with Eva, who felt influenced by Lesmana's attitude.

Right my guess. Lesmana had an affair with Laila, my best friend. The person I've been helping. I was sent by my parents and I believed in keeping my secret.

Eva says their relationship has been very intimate. Even Laila was not reluctant to show her affection in front of the other staff.

"Pak Lesmana got rid of me for Laila's sake, so the brand could be together often. Not infrequently we have to cover their disgrace when there is an examination from the center. Mr. Lesmana withheld my report, so it seemed too late, and made it so easy for me to be removed from the post of assistant". Said Eva while wiping her face that had been filled with tears.

I decided to go to my family and complain about the crime Laila committed. My parents almost didn't trust me. Because they knew Laila as a good friend long ago. But when I showed the evidence of an affair I found on Laila's social media account, they trusted me.

"Mr X's new lunch..."

A caption that Laila uploaded on her Instagram account. The face of the man next to her was covered with a sticker. However, I do recognize that Mr. X's outfit as a Lesmana outfit.

In another post I saw, Laila uploaded a photo of a pair of hands clasping each other, Laila's fingers wearing a ring. There's a caption in that photo.

"Thank you for the gift, baby..."

Once again, I recognized the watch the man wore whose face was again covered by Laila with a sticker. That's Lesmana's Jan.

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I feel no longer strong. With my family, I went to Lesmana's parents' house to complain about her son's behavior.

Unfortunately, we were met with hatred there. Our presence was laughed at by the Lesmana family.

My mother-in-law, showed me a wedding photo that looks like it was just taken recently.

"I'm sorry for Dance. Lesmana was married to her personal assistant, Laila her name was serialized a month ago!"

Said my mother-in-law in an unfriendly tone, like wanting to boast.

"How can mom. Is Lesmana still my husband?!"

I said with a trembling voice.

"I told you already. The wedding is siri!

My father-in-law said in a higher tone.

"It's your fault you don't have children. It's barren!"

Imbuh father Lesmana.

"My son is not barren. Health evidence shows that my child is healthy, don't talk!!!"

My father suddenly spoke. For the first time I saw my father so mad. Maybe his heart ached hearing his daughter insulted.

"Lohs. The proof is that you have been married for 3 years but not pregnant - what does it mean? barren to?!"

Said Lesmana's mother while sharing her cynical smile.

I'm trying to be patient. Go back to our house and do my job as a wife. Although Lesmana rarely come home. After I searched, apparently he went back to Laila's house. His attitude returned cold and more often angry when I made a little mistake.

I kept trying to win Lesmana's heart. The man I've been living with for three years. Even if coupled with the courtship period then our relationship has been 12 years. I knew him very well before. Our fight from zero. I'm sure he's just a khilaf. Because his family's influence is strong. I'm sure he still loves me very much. God could have granted my wish to have a baby from Lesmana's seed, and my husband would have divorced Laila immediately if I became pregnant.

My whole family advised me to part with him. I'm still very young, there are still many opportunities to live happily with the right people. My family also thought that I was not barren. Instead they assume that Lesmana is barren. He who does not have good seeds cannot produce good seeds.

Up to three months after the revelation of Lesmana and Laila's marriage. The news that was painful to me but happy for Lesmana was heard. Laila managed to get pregnant. Her baby is two months old. Lesmana heard the news while she was in my house. Yes, we are polygamous. I accept Laila as my honey. Even though we don't get along and tend to hate each other.

I see Lesmana very happy. Without thinking about my feelings he immediately passed away leaving me. Since that day, Lesmana has never returned to my house.

I was devastated. Their happiness is a real disaster for my household.

Two months passed. I'm still trying to survive, even though there was never any decision from Lesmana. He does not defend me, but also does not provide for me anymore, either inwardly or.

Until, a letter from the Religious Court reached my hand. Divorce subpoena .

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