Don't Be Afraid of Being Widows, We're Happy

Chapter 3. Be strong for your son!

At that time I could only shed tears that were very difficult for me to weave. Without feeling this body has been in the arms of Abimana. A handsome 29-year-old man who has been my driver for 5 years.

Exactly after my father died following my mother who died a few years before my father's death.

I kept crying in the arms of that young man who had just been quiet and stroking my back.

"Have you found out about their rot behind my back?" ask me in the end after my heart started about.

"Actually I've known about your husband remarrying since your one-year marriage to Alvin. I've signaled to you several times, but you always say that I'm presumptuous because I've interfered with your business. So, I can only take care of you from a distance by continuing with you. I'm sorry!" I really did not expect that all this time I had been a woman who was so stupid because I could not sniff or know my husband's affair that had been done so long in front of my own nose because it turns out that my husband put his second wife in my parents' second home. How cruel you are, Mom!!

So patiently Abhimana kept comforting me and trying to calm down this one that had just woken up from a beautiful dream that my husband had built and replaced with a nightmare that was so painful to me.

Today was the hardest day I've ever had in my entire life. Where I know all the ugliness and deceit that they have done to me over the years.

"Why didn't Auntie and Mamang tell me about those who lived here? Why?'' I asked so disappointed.

I saw a married couple who have been working for more than 30 years and serving my family seen sobbing.

"I'm sorry both of us Madam. Because we were unable to resist the threat from Mr. Alvin who always made our children as their shields so as not to tell the story of what happened in this house since the great Lord died!" Bi Warsih sobbed with a trembling voice.

"Please tell me everything with nothing to hide. I want to know everything clearly. Since when did that woman and Mas Alvin live in this house?" ask those who then tell stories with a lurch.

It felt like my heart was getting a sledgehammer a thousand catties in weight. Oh God! It felt countless after knowing the crimes of my husband who turned out to have been deceiving me raw.

It turns out all the words he said when he said he missed my parents who had died and felt tormented because he always remembered them living in this house, it was all a lie and a mode to fool me into bringing his mistress into this house. Cruel!!!

He purposely did that in order to bring his young wife to stare at my parents' house. This house is no less luxurious than the house I now occupy with Alvin mas. It can be said that this house is twice the size and the furniture is very expensive because it was immediately imported from abroad by my father.

It is abominable for my husband to use my trust for his benefit in order to make his young wife happy.

"Who's the woman's name and how long has she lived in this house?" manya curious.

"Mrs Marina occupied this house one week after the mistress and Mr. Alvin moved into the new house. Madam, they both already have two children aged 3 years and 1 year." Bi Warsih said while bowing his head.

I was foolish to feel that Mas Alvin loved me and could not live without me. Was it wrong of me to feel that way? Because every time we were with Mas Alvin always whispered those words in my ear.

I now realized that those trashy words were just a way to make fun of me and ensnare me deeper.

"Miss I'll help you. If you want revenge on them!" I was quite surprised to hear what Abimana said that looked so authoritative.

I don't know when that young man looked so grown up. I've never paid attention to Abimana as a person. I was so focused on Mas Alvin and his family that I didn't notice the people around me who loved me and cared about me.

Hearing all that Bi Warsih and her husband told me instantly My memory floated on the scene a few years ago when my husband was allowed to travel out of town for a month. At that time I insisted on following him but Mas Alvin refused and wanted me to stay in Jakarta.

It seems that time was when Mas Alvin welcomed their first child who is now 3 years old.

My heart's limp. Why have I been Mas Alvin's wife for so many years to not be aware of her affair?

I keep in mind all the past events where Mas Alvin used to ask permission to go out of town for days on the grounds of a new project that he had to handle himself for not doing so trust his men.

Maybe he used those times to hang out with his second wife and his little family that I just found out about now. "Stupid me!" my growl.

When I was about to return to that house Abimana once again blocked my hand and forbade me. "Believe me! Ma'am, I can help you teach your husband and his family a lesson. I can also guarantee that they will leave you slowly." Abimana said with confidence.

But my heart hesitated because it saw the ability possessed by Abimana all this time. "You're just a chauffeur whose salary runs out every month to pay for your car and your house. What can you do to avenge this heartache?" I'm just so upset, amazing.

Abimana seemed to smile so sweetly and honestly made me feel groggy and embarrassed. How strange. Why didn't Abimana feel offended by my condescending words earlier??

"Don't be afraid to be a widow, we deserve to be happy!" I was shocked to hear the words of someone who had suddenly gathered with us here. "Stake it for your son!" he said it again firmly.

I only frowned when a foreign woman who had suddenly stood before me with a smile that was so soothing without any warning just yet.

"Who are you? It is impolite to chim in on other people's words!" my fierce sprain on the foreign woman who was currently smiling at me with so sweet and longing.