Fugitive Woman

My Husband's Second Home

"Ti, why are you daydreaming all the time?" Mama Darian asked Kinanti as they were having lunch together.

Kinanti.

"It's okay, Ma. Kinanti was not daydreaming." Kinanti said lying.

"You don't think too much, Ti. You have to be stress-free if you want to get pregnant fast, Ti." Nasiha her mother-in-law cares.

Kinanti just nodded slowly. Today it's been an even month since Darian never slept at home with Kinanti. I don't know where Darian goes every night. Whether he spent the night at the hotel alone because he hated Kinanti or with another woman, Kinanti never got the answer.

It felt like Kinanti was eager to ask her husband about his disappearance every night. But Kinanti was afraid. He was afraid that Darian would explode in anger and leave the house instead. Like a lion that is too long locked up to be tame. That's how it is now. If in the past he would fight back and defend his rights, then now Kinanti would choose to remain silent. Too much worry in his head.

"How's your relationship with Ian, Ti? Is Ian getting warm and into you?" Ask her in-laws again.

Kinanti confused what to answer. Should he answer that as long as they lived together in the house, never once did Kinanti spend time alone with Darian. Kinanti practically lives alone in her luxurious prison while her husband somehow wanders around.

"Ian's swallowed-up has already started to open his heart to Kinanti, Ma. Mama just pray yes let the relationship between Kinanti and Ian is fine and getting closer." Kinanti said lying.

Her mother-in-law smiled happily. Like a battered petal, her smile bloomed hearing her daughter-in-law's answer. Mama Darian thought maybe her hope of getting a grandchild could be realized soon.

Ting!

A message went into Kinanti's phone. From unknown number.

Hello Kinanti. I'm Hanna. Do you know me?

Who's Hanna? It seemed that Kinanti had no friend named Hanna. Kinanti typed in a reply message for Hanna.

Hello, Sister Hanna. Sorry, did we know each other or have we met before?

It didn't take long, the woman named Hanna sent a reply from Kinanti's message.

You're Ian's wife, right? I've been her lover for the past five years.

Kinanti. A lover? Although it is not unusual for a man as perfect as Darian to have a lover during his stint, but Kinanti thinks that the relationship is over. Isn't that why Darian accepted their marriage? Because there was no other woman in Darian's heart back then?

Kinanti. His brain demanded an explanation.

A lover? What do you mean, Ma'am?

Shortly a reply message from the woman entered Kinanti's phone.

You just ask Darian if you really want to know.

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Kinanti just sat in the dining room. His hands were busy stirring the dishes in front of him yet he was not eager to swallow a single mouthful.

"Why not eat, Nope? Is the food bad?" Tanya Bi Lastri, the maid Darian hired to take care of her house.

Kinanti shook her head and smiled.

"Have a son, Bi. Maybe I just don't have an appetite." Answer the lie.

Indeed, Kinanti's mind is still struggling with the figure of a woman named Hanna. He wants to know who he is? If it's true that he's been Darian's lover for the past five years, does that mean that Kinanti is a man's lover?

Darian eats his food in silence while occasionally struggling with his phone. I saw him with a question mark. It felt like Kinanti was eager to ask about Hanna but she doubted whether her decision was the right one. But it is better to be hurt by reality than to live in question marks.

"Mas, can I ask you something?" Ask Kinanti in doubt.

Darian lifted his face from his phone and looked at Kinanti flatly. Without the slightest curiosity.

"What?" Short reply.

"Who's Hanna?" kinanti said directly asking.

Darian smiled as if Kinanti's question wasn't a big thing.

"He's my lover." Darian replied without feeling any guilt.

"Your relationship is still going on today?" Ask Kinanti again. Not believing what he heard.

Darian nodded.

"I still sleep at home all night." Connect Darian cuek.

Kinanti's heart hurts so much. It was like experiencing the greatest betrayal when Kinanti learned the truth. But Kinanti herself was doubtful. Does he have the right to be jealous and disappointed? Wasn't the new woman who came to Darian's life herself and not Hanna?

"If Hanna is your lover, then what am I?"

"You? You are my wife. Why should I be confused?" Ask Darian cuek.

"But you can't be like this. You can't keep in touch with Hanna while we're married." Answer the Quintessence plan.

Darian laughing. His laughter sounded extremely mocking as if humbling Kinanti's naivety.

"Listen to this, Kinan. You already know that I accepted this marriage because Papa asked for it?" Said Darian coldly.

Kinanti nodded slowly.

"That means I don't love you, Kinan. Before you came into my life, I already had a lover and she was Hanna. And the woman I love is Hanna not you." Darian continued his words.

"So don't expect me to cut off my relationship with Hanna just for your sake. You must remember that you are only my companion on paper. Not the truth." Darian finished his words and immediately left Kinanti frozen in disbelief.

Kinanti crying. He condemned the stupidity of himself who was so overwhelmed by the lure of the glitter of the upper class world and would just accept the offer to marry Darian Chatra Wijaya. He never thought that at the age of marriage which stepped on this third month, Kinanti had to share her position with other women. Or was Kinanti actually not entitled to this position from the beginning?

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That night as usual Darian was not at home with Kinanti. He was convinced with all his heart that Darian spent his nights with a woman named Hanna like any other night. While at his house, Kinanti was alone every night. As if what he married was not a human but a bolster.

Hanna is a very beautiful woman. Because of her curiosity, Kinanti had time to find out about Hanna. Who her? What job? And what does that have to do with Darian? Hanna is someone who is very active on social media therefore every piece of her information can be found easily.

Hanna is a British designer. He came from a different campus to Darian but the two became close because they were both diaspora in England. Now Hanna runs a fashion business with a brand that is a leader in the women's lingerie market. Even Kinanti also knows the brand that Hanna runs.

Ciut kinanti. How he and Hanna are like heaven and earth. How can a simple girl from a poor family like him and can be juxtaposed with a girl from a wealthy family with a myriad of achievements in her career? Even a crazy person would prefer Hanna over Kinanti to be with Darian.

A message came into Kinanti's phone. Hanna sent me a photo. Kinanti stuck to reality. The photo was a photo of Darian hugging Hanna affectionately from behind. Both of them looked undressed and were just wrapped in a blanket. Darian seemed to be kissing Hanna's neck passionately. A sentence was written as a follow-up message from the photo.

I'll borrow your husband tonight.