A CHILD WHO COMMITTED ADULTERY AT THE DEATH OF HIS ORANGTA.

ISTRIKUH AFTER THE DIVORCE

pus, I don't have a fat wife

"I'm yelling at you."

Mas Aldi looked down, feeling guilty. Yet, still. His words sounded so painful to my ears.

"Go home, Pus, I'm not your husband."

I can only shed tears. Even in my heart it feels like love. Seven months we were married, but Aldi never touched me. Let alone making fun, talking alone is just as necessary.

Now, I know the answer. Why wouldn't Aldi touch me.

We were married from a match. Because the mother of Aldi was unable to pay the debt, and the late mother was also sickly, we were finally forced to be betrothed. To comply with the request of the late mother, to see her son married, also to pay the debts of the mother of Aldi who had not been paid.

Initially mas Aldi thought that who would marry him was my younger sister named Pita. Her body is slimmer, beautiful, and looks sweet. Not like me who's been swollen and acne prone. Mistakes buy foundation, instead of getting smoother even worse.

Finally the wedding happened, mas Aldi looked shocked after seeing his bride was me. As a result, I was never treated like a wife by mas Aldi.

It hurts, it hurts even more to see the lies that Aldi has been damning all this time. That he would not pay for his inner living because he had no taste in touching me. Not because I am not ready to be a husband.

My late mother's house is for sale. The result I split two with Pita. Jatahku handed over to mas Aldi for business capital. And, his business went bankrupt. Very cool. Now I'm dumped by Aldi.

While Pita is married to a mediocre man. Since he was the only brother I had, I had to ride with him. As a virgin widow.

"Bak Puspa ate, yes." Ribbon looked very concerned to see my condition. "Mbak Puspa really rarely eat, anyway?"

I hated myself after I got divorced from Aldi. Let alone appetite, the appetite for life is also reduced.

I feel like my life is over here. No need to start a new chapter. Because the first chapter has been moved to the last chapter.

Pita as sister is so worried. The young pregnant woman was very attentive to me as if she were taking care of her late mother.

For a few weeks, I remained silent. Lazy eating and lazy doing.

Until one day, Fano, Pita's husband began to be caught off guard by my presence.

True indeed, even though I rarely eat, my presence is indeed very annoying. Help cook no, clean no. His work was merely daydreaming, for lamenting my tragic fate.

"Your brother is out of life so keep dying tell suicide just why."

I overheard their conversation in the room.

My heart is in tremendous pain.

"Mas, don't be so tight. It's not good to sound like Puspa."

"Let it! Let him hear you. I'm sick of seeing your brother's face. I want to vomit to know! It's fat, spotty, it's a job, but it's going on."

I can only shed tears.

"Mbok ya know yourself, hitchhiking at home kok kayak that. Nyenengin who has a house can. Owh yes, deng, face spotty so where can nyenengin people."

I can no longer bear to hear the abuse from my sister-in-law. Go into the room, then drown your face on the pillow while crying sobbing. Long enough to hold until I don't make a sound from the outside.

It was only when Fano, leaving for work that I started packing clothes into the bag, to move somewhere to live. I know from the first time I lived here, Fano always put on a face that I didn't like.

I need to be self-conscious and leave immediately.

While carrying a backpack, I came out of the room. Approaching the Ribbon who was in the kitchen washing dishes.

"We, Ma'am want ...." My lips are shaking, it's hard to say.

"Where are you going, ma'am, why bring a bag?"

My round body hugged Pita tightly. My beloved sister, she is my precious gift. We will no longer be able to fight as we used to. Because she was her husband's right.

I wiped the sweat that was on my cheek after taking off Pita's hug. "Bak wants to continue the adventure of life, Pit."

"Where, Ma'am?" Pita was crying too. "Living here only for a while. If you don't live here, you want to live with who. All I have is me."

I hugged Pita back then kissed her, anxious.

"Bak has a life of his own that Pit must live. Can't be the same as you."

"Yes, where do you want to live?!" The ribbon pierced fiercely, while tightening its cries. My little sister, still my little sister. He never saw his brother suffer.

I tried to smile as much as possible, even though these tears kept flowing. Don't want Pita getting sad.

"Anyway, I'll tell you."

"Living here is not papa, you know, Ma'am. Fano will not slap if talking strangely. After all, Puspa's mother is my mother. The only mama I have."

I hugged Pita again, this time for quite a while. Then saying. "No, Pit. Never mind, mbak will be fine. I want to enjoy a new, more beautiful world."

Finally Pita let me go from her simple house.

Actually I don't know where to go. Walking as far as possible leaves memories, leaving behind a settlement that unceasingly portrays the past.

I saw Fano riding his bike. The man was a little confused to see me who was walking while carrying a backpack. "Hey, Fatty, where are you going? Moving out?"

I just keep quiet. My sister-in-law has no morality.

Fano slowed down the pace of the bike, offsetting my pace. "Alhamdulilah, if you move, Ndut. As long as I'm at home."

I let out a breath.

"You're not anterin. Afraid of the tires leaking, you're fat, spotty again, idih." Fano darted away with his bike.

I just shook my head slowly. It's not the abuse I'm concerned about, it's his behavior. Pamit worked already from the morning, now still wander on the road.

My legs have started to ache, walking continuously do not know the direction of the destination. Hungry stomachs I don't care about either. After the divorce from Aldi I rarely ate. Eat at least a spoonful of two spoons.

Seen from a distance there, mas Aldi was piggybacking on a woman. I'm slack. Have not had time to find a place to hide, the motor was speeding through the puddle of water to spur into my sensitivity.

I just sighed, looking at my wet clothes being splashed by a puddle of water on the side of the road. I know for sure Aldi was on purpose. My ex-husband must have memorized my shape and shape from a distance because we lived together for seven months.

I glanced at the window of a house behind a fence. Wanted to see how badly the splash of water stuck to the tight clothes I was wearing. Not tight, anyway, my body is too swollen. Even now it feels a little loose.

Is correct. I was a little gaping wide to see my reflection on the windows of people's houses. My weight is a little bit off. Because they rarely eat, right? Or because of too much thought?

I immediately pursed my lips, looking at my dirty clothes. As well as the pimples on my face that were getting crazier, as it erupted and grew again. If I were rich, I'd facials to a reputable salon, and get rid of these pimples.

I went back on the road, somewhere. I hope to get to Zimbawe and meet people who can accept me well.

Everyone I met threw a strange look. Probably because I saw my dirty clothes.

Kangen with mother, but he was calm there. Kangen with Pita, but her husband sucks. I miss Aldi but he hates me.

Aiiihh, just imagine that I married her but never touched her at all. I was always there for him. Even provide business capital from the mother's inheritance. He was bankrupt and I still supported him.

Now I was abandoned, and the smell again some time ago saw mas Aldi berbongcangan with beautiful women.

Even deliberately passing through a puddle of water to hit my clothes. He never loved me one bit.

"Aarghhhh!" I was crying again. On a bridge.

This is better. I'd rather just jump into the river than not know the direction of the destination. Following mom. Hope so. I was afraid that I would be shocked and not be able to return to the natural world due to suicide. May God accept me.

It is no longer useful for me to live.

I sighed while closing my eyes. Under the river there is a big rock. I'm expecting it to fall on the target of that rock. Let me feel no pain. Apologine tape, Ma'am, yes.

Just as I was about to jump into the river, there was a shiny black car that stopped.

The man in a neat black suit hurriedly came down and stopped my ill intentions.

"Puspa, what are you doing?"

I gulped at the handsome man's words. Why does he know my name?

"You're going to kill yourself?" said the crest-haired man worried.

After I looked at her face, I realized that she was Reno. My classmate at High School first.

I wiped away the tears that were dripping my cheeks.

Reno sighed. "Come with me, don't kill yourself here."

He pulled me into his luxury car by force. Without feeling disgusted holding my hand.

My ex-husband Aldi never did that.

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