Afraid to Widow

Chapter IX (Jihan Orianthie)

So, the story this morning I wrote Sahrial about his mabok and fight at the club. I'm telling you that his actions can ruin both of us's good names. Uh, he's back to the force. He said I was too tight for him. He also fell talak onto me." Gisel cried again while putting his hands on his face.

Duh, I'm so sad. One side of my gratitude. It turns out there are more severe household problems. Senyebelin Ammar, he until now has no intention of falling talaq to me. Amit-amit's a baby if he does that.

I stroked his shoulder. "Patience to you, Mother." That's the only word I can say to him.

"Later help me talk to Sahrial who knows he changed his mind and said ijab qobul again." Ammar helped calm Mbak Gisel.

Coinciding with the arrival of the waiter brought our order. When the waiter gave her coffee, Ms. Gisel immediately drank it.

I also tasted the chicken porridge. Hmmm .. it turns out to be better than the Chicken Porridge in Yogya. You are wearing Betutu Chicken. It feels so spicy.

"Sir, from here we will go to Sanur Beach. Wanna come with me?"

"No ah. You're disturbing your honeymoon. Not in the mood either."

I don't feel good leaving Mbak Gisel at the hotel in a state he's in again messed up. People say, if a friend is messed up, don't leave it. Fear of suicide.

 

"Come, Ma'am. Bentar. Won't bother you. I like to add more fun. Who knows where to meet Sahrial, right? Or meet bule sakep?" I still tried to persuade him to come along.

"OK deh. I'm in. Than in a hotel alone. Which there's more bete."

"Well, that's dong."

We also continued breakfast. Except for Gisel. He just ordered black coffee. He said no appetite.

...***...

Sanur Beach is also known as Sunrise beach (beach sunrise). In addition, there are also dive and snorkeling tourist sites.

The view brings fresh eyes. Many sports tourists. Some play beach volleyball, jogging, gymnastics. Me, Ma'am Gisel and Ammar are just sunbathing.

I spread my hands. "Huwaaaa. However, dear ..." My words hung while glancing at the two beings next to me. They are busy playing HP.

"Darling why?" sahut Mbak Gisel's.

 "Honey, the two beings next to me are busy playing HP. What are you guys doing?"

"Bales chat on Tinder. My chatmates have been around for a year. He said again in Bali. Here, I tried to get him to meet. Who knows he's more handsome, so I'm taking a move on from Sahrial."

"Who the hell? His guy? I saw the profile photo dong," said kepo. I tried to peek at Gisel's tablet. However, Madam Gisel kept her tablet away from me.

"What apaan really kepo. I'll know him straight away if he comes here."

 

"Eh, let's go to the middle of yuk beach!" take Ammar suddenly.

"Yuk" I replied with enthusiasm.

"All you guys. I'm not in the mood anymore. You don't want to disturb your romance."

Hmmm .. there are two sides. One side I'm not good at leaving Mbak Gisel. On the other hand, I also want to play with my husband in the middle of the beach. It seems my heart prefers option two. Safe time yes leave Mbak Gisel here? He couldn't have killed himself in this crowded place, right?

...***...

Take a walk all day, finally go back to the hotel. After cleaning up, I'm the same Ammar Pillow talk first. As usual, he plays HP.

"I didn't expect Madam Gisel's household to be like that. Thank God again, my mate is the same as you. Even though you rese, play HP mulu at least you are still soft and do not fall talak to me. Especially lately you started to pay attention to me. Banging bangettt." I opened the chat. Oops. Gibahin Mbak Gisel.

"Don't be happy just yet. I'm concerned because I threatened you. If I'm not happy with you, then all of your property is donated to pesanteren and social foundations."

Jamb. This heart hears his words. However, the bottom of my heart is trying hard. "No what. I'm sure someday you'll fall in love with me."

"Short of a minute, I'm gonna pee first." Ammar got up and then ran to the bathroom. The HP is placed in the mattress.

Ting!

Sound from HP Ammar. I'm curious. I peek. Turns out the notification from Tinder. Why is he still wearing Tinder? Kan, already married.Eh, wait? I remember something. Earlier this morning Ma'am Gisel said he chatted with guys every year on Tinder. Is that Gisel's boyfriend Ammar?

 

I'm getting kepo. Want to read the chat on his HP Ammar, but afraid. That's his privacy. Afraid of Ammar going berserk again if I touch his HP.

"No way. There are many people in this world. No way Ammar chat friends Mbak Gisel. I have to trust my husband" I murmured.

Ammar came out of the bathroom. With a sense of innocence he asked, "So my HP has no sound?"

"There was. Notif from Tinder. Why is it still make an application? Kan, it's marriage."

"It's the only app for me to hook up with my cousin in Cairo. He has no other application" he replied lightly. However, his eyes were down. Like scared to look me in the eye. Is he lying again?

How many days is communication only through Tinder? It's kind of weird and hard to digest with my common sense. I need to find out the truth.

I'm shocked. Only five minutes Ammar left, he said he wanted to buy a service around the hotel. How come you're home? Did he miss his wallet?

"Yes, stop."

As soon as you open the door. Even more shocking. It turns out that Gisel.

"Where's my heart?"

"Again down nyari snackan. Why?"

"good. I have something to show you."

"Yes, come in first."

I let Sister Gisel into the room and sit on the bed.

 

"Try looking at this. Turns out my chat on Tinder was your man."

"Huh? Any time?"

He showed me his chat.

 

Gustamvan: Hay, how are you?

Grizelle : Thank God, well. I was in Bali again.

Gustamvan: Wow, same dong.

Grizelle: Oh yeah, yuk's meeting. A year of chat never met?

Gustamvan: Can. When's?

Grizelle: What is tomorrow afternoon? But, I asked for your IG account first. Want to see your photos so as not to be surprised upon meeting you.

Gustamvan @gustamvan

 

"You didn't? As I kepoin, it turns out that it's your man's account that changed the name doang. He's gonna change IG's account name."

The deg!

My heart was pierced by thousands of sharp iron rods. Bemoan. I can take it if he treats me indifferently for the sake of treasure. But playing with girls?

"Cowok is not one enough. Anyway we must set up a scheme for revenge on our men." Gisel's mom is still cerocos. I'm just listening.

I've been dizzy. Don't know what to do, especially. In this second I also admitted that my world is not okay.With trembling lips, I asked one thing to Mbak Gisel. “Can you please have all those chats captured and send to me. I want to go to Mas Ammar first.”

“By pleasure. I'm also curious about her reaction.”

After a few seconds, my phone was flooded with WA notifications. Yes, all the capture of Mbak Gisel has entered. My hands vibrate violently download.

...***...

Kreeet …

Door opens. I've been in the living room for two hours waiting for Mas Ammar. He finally came home too.

“Where to, Mas?”

“Udah deh, you do not need to bring. Your duty as a wife diem at home, do not need to kepo let alone interfere in the affairs of the husband.”

“If the affairs of the husband turned out to be busy chat with my best friend, I have to be in it?”

He who had just walked into the room, immediately stopped his steps and turned around. “You mean?”

I stood up and approached him. Then I showed you the screen of the phone containing the Tinder chat capture sent by Mbak Gisel. “Should I be the one, what does this mean?”

Audible *******breath heavy Mas Ammar. “Huft. Finally you know by yourself, so I do not have to bother keeping this secret longer,” he replied casually.

Waw, the response is beyond my expectations. “Crazy. Your answer is very relaxed.”

“How should I go? Do you apologize to you? Dih, what a soap opera drama. Just so you know, I've loved Grizelle ever since. Only Abi does not approve, Abi was already my soul mate with you from childhood. Abi also ngancem if not married to you, then as straight as my inheritance was donated to the boarding school. I don't want to have to marry you. Especially if you're close to Grizelle. As soon as Sahrial threw away my heart, I didn't accept it. I'll take Grizelle no matter what. Be prepared if your baby is born, we court agaman.”

The deg!

My heart and heart were pierced by a spear thousands of times. Without me knowing these tears were flowing by themselves. But Ammar did not care. He continued to step into his room.