For the Love of
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Marriage is the dream of all dreams for everyone. The highest desire of every person. Households, along with loved ones, reach families who are sadinah, mawaddah, and rahmah.
It was a happy marriage. Where in it, there is a husband who sincerely loves, also a wife who is ready to carry out her duties with all her heart. Then, with the presence of children make the household feel complete.
Your story, their story, their story may be beautiful. Dream wedding or wedding dream, as it is called, is done.
Other people, another story. Another also with me who also has a dream household that unfortunately can only be realized for 8 years.
Ah, naw. During my 8 years of marriage, everything went fine. There is a husband who loves me and my children. There was him as a man who was so nurturing and protective of us.
But unfortunately, that was before. 6 Months ago, something bad happened.
I laughed sweetly. Lamenting my stupidity that makes me sicker. Letting you continue to fall into the pit of hell. Without any gaps I made. I intentionally made it look perfect.
A few minutes ago you just received a piece of the message that then makes your face happy instead of dumbass.
Without you knowing, dear, if I really knew the message you just read.
It was me, Salwa Azzahra, a 32-year-old woman. Has 3 children.2 of them are men, and the youngest is a beautiful woman.
A housewife who is struggling to maintain love. To a beautiful-looking man, who has been with me for 8 years.
It was Aji Arkana. A man who can support me by working as a manager in a company led by his father who is also my father-in-law.
From the beginning we were close to marriage everything looked beautiful. Where at that time you were really so proud of me and adored me as a wife.
In fact, until we already have 3 hearts even your attitude is still as sweet as sugar.
Different is different now. If it used to look beautiful. Now it's the opposite. The gloom I feel.
A storm, a little thorn, a new woman can make you change.
Surprisingly, no matter how bad you are, I am still me. A woman who still loves you even to this day. Ridiculous? Maybe so. Just ask my heart why it keeps saying your name.
[Babe, that's okay, right?]
A message goes back to your phone which is also on my phone. Because without you knowing, since the beginning of your affair, I've been tapping your entire account.
After reading the incoming message, you hurriedly finished your breakfast. Even when children ask you to sit longer, you still choose to leave.
God, how important is that woman in his eyes? To the point of number two is the wishes of his children.
I can only look at myself in silence. Although my heart hurts a lot, but I don't forget every day I keep praying for you.
"Darling, I'll go first, okay?" He then kissed my forehead briefly. I did almost the same thing. Kissing his hands.
As much as possible I should be strong. Pretend to be good in front of him and also in front of the children.
Then Mas Aji said goodbye to the children. I see, the beautiful Natasya looks moody. He's only two years old. Among the other children, he was the closest to his father.
After several persuasions, Nat finally allows. Letting you go even if you have to be accompanied by tears.
[Prepare, Babe. I'm otw. Don't forget the beautiful dress. I need breakfast in bed.]
A disgusting sentence you sent to the woman in return.
Along with that, the car you drive also drove, disappearing from view. I don't know why, the more I feel. I sobbed while holding Natasha. Zayn and Aksa, my two sons came. Cuddle me. Even dissolve in tears. Even if they don't know what the cause is.
I can only hope that a miracle will save you. Then back to my lap. And you're back to admit that I'm your only woman.
