DESTINY LINE

12.

I took the HP of my husband who was beside him, the Android HP of my Smartfr** which he asked me when we first asked, on the grounds that it could be smooth communication with his coworkers. HP in cipher, enough to spend time to think what the password. After several times entering a series of numbers, it finally opened as well. I opened the BB* application which was then again booming, sure last chat with someone named Laila.

Laila was the woman I saw with him earlier, in the chat they discussed the next meeting. After I read all the contents of her BB*, it wasn't just Laila the woman my husband was holding. But there are still a few more, the contents of his chat are still planning the first meeting. Immediately I copied the HP laila number to my HP, so that I could plan a meeting with laila.

Painful? Ah. no, it's been too often maybe. So when I read all the chatter with the girls, my heart had no pain, numbness maybe more precisely. Most importantly in my mind, I must take care of myself not until my husband touches me. I'm no longer willing, I just need some solid evidence so I can kick him out of my house and divorce him. About children it seems I can raise it myself, after all I myself also finance my son with odd jobs that can be brought home and I do at home.

I called Laila, I explained to her about me. He doesn't believe the wawan is married, he wants to meet me just that I have to bring the wawan so he believes. I agree, we're arranging a meeting in the coming days. At that moment I tried to talk to the waiter, to be able to take me to my friend's place When in fact to take me to meet his lover.

So pale I saw the face of the wawan, across the street laila was seen opening the gate and then walking towards where we stood. We shook hands, he apologized to me for his ignorance that wawan was married. He said to me "wawan admitted to being single to me, so I wanted to be taken by him. Let's be honest we've had this 2-month love affair, but why don't you slap or grab my hair, like most wives treat their mistresses?". Ah... I'm not that kind of person, if you take my husband mah I adlas haha it's my heart anyway.

"It's not you who's wrong, but my husband who's crossed the line, doesn't think about his son and wife at home. You're beautiful, a guy like my husband you can get as much as you want, so think back" I told him. After that me and the waiter came home, I was satisfied to get a confession from Laila. Arriving at the house wawan silent silence, either embarrassed or feel guilty. Not a word he took out of his mouth.