Game Over (Former Husband)

Just Wait for my Retaliation!!!

Like being in a haunted place I shuddered to continue this leg into the room.

I was so much Istighfar many times while calming my own feelings.

"I must not be weak, I can definitely get through this," I murmured as I continued to be serious.

This body felt like it was losing strength when I saw the clothes I was so familiar with strewn across the floor. The fool also knew what had happened in this room. I held onto this chest and squeezed it firmly. Don't ask me what it was like when with my own eyes I witnessed my husband's adultery.

Back the messages from Jana and Meli crossed my mind.

"They've been getting caught in and out of the hotel." That's what's in the dikator hotel like now? It is fitting that I when doing husband and wife relations it feels like Mas Azam is not enjoying, maybe because his energy has been drained in the office, serving his affair. So back home just leftovers, the former.

This hinawa of being a halal couple is only given a second hand from serving other women who do not have any status. My tears are falling, I have never felt this much pain.

Who receives cheated like this, including me who does not accept this betrayal. I was looking for an idea to embarrass them, to avenge the pain they gave me. There can't be an affair if only one person wants to, surely both are itching. Crazy has a child is still nervous.

Viral's? Well, in this brain I'm thinking about going viral on my husband and his mistress. Let me know the taste, at least comparable to what I feel.

Without a second thought I reached into my phone that I kept in the bag, slowly I stepped back. Although in this chest want to cry roaring, screaming and venting the tightness that is in this chest when he saw my husband and his mistress were sleeping soundly with the body still naked. Want me to grab the woman's hair and I'll smash her head against the dining.

However, my brain is still sane, I do not want to do stupid that can even make them defend. If I vent this anger by grabbing let alone injuring the concubine, they would easily make me deal with the law. No. I don't want to be like that.

Cekrek .. cekrek .. I took several camera shots. Not just a photo. I also perpetuate the evidence of my husband's infidelity by recording for proof that they are cheating, and if the evidence is strong I will easily make calculations with them.

Without waking them I stepped away. Uh, wait dong. Before I collected their clothes with my feet it was disgusting to have to hold them directly with my hands. I kicked it outside and I hid it in the corner of the closet so they couldn't go home because there were no clothes. Maybe you will have trouble finding clothes.

I also thought about embarrassing them. Before leaving the office I want witnesses to shame them, if necessary viral, paraded or whatever, but I will still hide pretending not to know and see their show. It's a shame that I look bad in their eyes, or they know that the beginning of the virus is me.

I'm sure that with the viral they could have reversed the facts, could have blamed the legitimate wife who could not serve the husband so the husband cheated. As a wife, I think I have tried my best to serve my husband even the bed business I will not be ashamed to offer first. What matters is that the husband is satisfied. Ah, indeed the devil is his duty to incite humans, including the two people.

"It seems that in prison it is more exciting" I murmured as this lip lifted next to me. Just imagining it felt like I was very satisfied moreover, I think the evidence I had was enough to make my husband languish in prison.

Now my fingers immediately made a complaint online to the police and asked the police members to come to the place where I am now.

No need to wait for a long police group consisting of four people, two guards including the one I had talked to also meet me.

"You made that complaint?" ask one of the plainclothes cops.

"Sir, I found my husband cheating and the evidence was in the room." I pointed to the room I had entered. Two working men approached and they even turned on their phones to record the police who would prove my point.

"We'll check, ma'am," the other cops responded and they went in there. I just stood outside too. I couldn't stand to see what was happening there. My chest is hot my throat hurts. I want to take a moment off the face of this earth. I never imagined or flashed the slightest thought that my husband would cheat. I believe too much that Mas Azam only loves me.

However, in fact I am too stupid, so still believe even though Jana and Meli have reminded them of their relationship several times.

I tried to get rid of these bad thoughts, I rearranged my heart so that I was not too weak, there was still Gio who needed his mother. I cannot be weak and resigned, this heart is indeed sick, but I am sure. God wants me to know all my husband's rot, not to make me weak. God is testing my patience to make me a strong woman. Being a strong mother to your child.

I offer prayers of kindness to myself, that I may be strong and not weak when dealing with my husband, or even after this I may have far more trouble. From now on, I no longer wish to pray for my husband. From this moment on, I no longer wish to pray for him.

I am sure I will end this holy relationship. Let Mas Azam seek his happiness. And I'm gonna focus on my son. He's not my soul mate, there's no need for me to hang on to a man who can't appreciate a wife who prays for herself at home day and night.

Seriate.....

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