FIRST WIFE REVENGE (I Don'T Love You Anymore)

CHAPTER 58 The Trial I Want to Throw

I endured all my anger and emotions for seven days. I want to know both my parents walked khikmad without any words let alone harsh words.

I want to honor Father and Mother in the days of prayer that I should offer with a sincere heart. Not with undue noise.

For one week I tried to sweetly say yes to all the talk of a pretentious husband busy arranging this.

Since I was an only child and a girl, I automatically handed over all the tahlilan business to Mas Delan.

He arranged all the tahlil schedules, ustadz envelopes and even a few snacks that we could serve for the mourning guests who took part in the yassinan every night after the Maghrib.

Mas Delan also always came home quickly every day at Father Mother's house. Not as usual. Who always came home to our house at ten on the grounds of meeting first mama Tasya in her big house.

Ira also helps me every day. Even Ira stayed with me the first day after Mom's father was buried. I did not come home to our house because I still want to take care of the study for Father Mother up to seven days.

I also asked Brother Firman not to come to my Mother's Father's house to delay unmasking Delan.

Mama Tasya came with Papa Bambang on the third day. They told me to take a break and not take care of the kitchen and other things until the seventh day of my late father's mother's house.

I am so grateful. Having super good in-laws even though their children behave far from good.

To be honest, this heart is very shaky. Want to immediately pour out all the flavors on him and take steps so that mas Delan immediately realized the crazy treatment behind us all.

But. again I have to hold back. And still I do the obligation to serve a living born and inner even though the heart does not want to.

I'm sure... This is our last bodily relationship, Hey Herdilan Firlando! Except, you chose me and the Lady before your parents as witnesses. You will try to consider filing a divorce certificate in court.

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My mom and dad's room was cold to me. In the past, even though Dad was quiet and firm. But things aren't this bad.

Mom can always liven up the atmosphere with her jokes. Although a bit stiff seem crisp, but Mother is always able to make you smile. Despite a thin smile in line. And I continued my mother's lure until the atmosphere of our house became colored instantly.

Dad, Mum... Viona is so kangen!

Remember the old school days. When you always say 'no', 'no', 'no'.

I used to hate those words coming out of Dad's lips that would make me tear up.

Now how I realize I miss your voice. I miss his anger. I wanted his eye shot, which I used to think was a creepy lightning flash.

Now I want that, Dad! Mothers... I also miss Mother who always hugged me when Dad was angry, but your words sometimes cornered me even tend to defend your husband.

Dad, Mum... I want to have 'stupid' like you guys. Who love each other in all trials. I want to have your 'spouse' sesol**id. Who always support each other and support despite many shortcomings.

These tears are shed. Dampened his cheeks until he fell to the floor of his room.

I sat alone by the bed. Swiping soft bed linen that still fragrant trica. My mom always ironed by spraying clothes lubricants. Until the fragrance made me a disciple in SD every day.

Mothers... Hik hik...

Mas Delan had gone to his office eight o'clock earlier this morning.

It's the seventh day of my father and mother's departure. Soon there will be many relatives who come one by one to help me.

But this time all has been handled by Mama Tasya. So, there is no cooking or making small cakes for guests who come to pray for the spirit of Father Mother.

My body weight dropped dramatically. Until it really looks frail and skeletal bones of my back until it is clearly visible.

Seeing this body of mine, Mas Delan must be getting more and more illfeel. And of course he is more interested in making love with his young bini who is like bohay, beautiful beauty.

I'm back in the slump. Cry sedu sedan with the body bent over the mattress and pillow Father Mother.

How could you be Delan! Cruel! Even until this moment you are still trying to save the carcass of your ulcer that has been found. You're 'bangs*at'! Even with his demonic smile you last night roared this weak body asking for your inner ration of bread! The devil! That bastard! Why don't you settle for your cheating woman who is now pregnant? Aarrgggh...

It was almost like a watch on Mom's nightstand, I slammed into the wall.

Nah! I mustn't ruin my parents' possessions because I'm disappointed and hate that dajjal guy!

I lift this body with full force. I must rise! Can't keep this up!

Wake Viona! Rise up! Go, Vi! You are young! Has a title and a fairly high education. Can you count on it if Delan really prefers that damn woman!

I swallowed the saliva. Swiping a tear grain. Then walk out of the room to the kitchen.

My stomach feels sore. These few days there is no rice. Just a sip for a sip of water supports my mind to stay normal.

Now I will try to get up. Fixing my messed-up life as a bittersweet streak approached.

No! It's just a small ordeal. I can handle it. I can live without Herdilan Firlando!

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