Happy After Parting With You

Chapter 9

After pocketing permission from Mr. Alvin– with a little drama of course– I get a leave of absence for three days. And today I leave for Bogor using a chartered car. Yes, I decided to use a car rental service as well as the driver.

I opened the phone to check the whereabouts of Mas Ilham. I zoom in on the location point on my phone, there it looks like they're in a hotel. Because the location shows the name Diamond Hotel.

The trip will probably take about two to three hours. I can use it to rest for a while, before I go on a mission to thwart their marriage.

I'm questioning my feelings now. Whether to keep this marriage, or let him be with another woman. It was my life, but our marriage was still corn.

Drrr.

My phone sounded vibrating, and I saw Mas Ilham sending a message to the woman.

"Darling, I can't wait to marry you today."

Then it looks like Mas Ilham sent some pictures, like a handover. There are makeup supplies with brands that are expensive, there is also a dress or what it is because the shape has been made like a flower. There are also high heels that I estimate the price is also not cheap. Where did he get that kind of money to buy these expensive items?

And there are many other items, which if described make my chest feel tight. Yes, because the time proposed to me first, Mas Ilham only bought me goods that were cheap. At that time I understood him, because of the condition of him who is still pursuing a career.

It's okay with cheap goods, the important thing is that we are legitimate and fight together. Because I think treasures can be sought by working together. Not feeling these tears dripping on the cheeks, I did not heed the gaze of the driver who was astonished because of my change.

My phone shook again, this time it seemed like the woman was sending a reply.

"Wait another four hours, yeah, we'll officially be husband and wife."

Rumbling in the chest it feels can not be held anymore, it feels like I want to throw this phone. But I have to be able to control myself. Four hours, still enough time to go to the salon. Change my appearance so they don't recognize me.

On the recommendation of Mira, I found a salon that can change my face with makeup techniques. I'll pretend to be an invited guest and take a picture of them.

Why don't I just crash it? It was because I did not want Mas Ilham to divorce me so easily. I'll make him regret for betraying me.

For almost two and a half hours I sat in this salon, and the fairies' hands skillfully swept the powder and other combat tools across my face. Now I can see the results. Even I was pangling with my own face, and I hope they don't recognize me.

Fifteen minutes before the show I had already arrived at the hotel. Not knowing where the room they were using was forced to ask a receptionist. Next to me there was a couple who asked the same thing, just the name of the bride was different.

"Can you help me, ma'am?"

"I want to ask where is the wedding room in the name of Ilham Hadiwijaya? Because I forgot not to bring the invitation."

The receptionist mentioned where the room was located, the third floor of the carnation room. Taking the elevator, I went there.

Before entering the room there is already a decoration of white flowers that frame the entrance. Enter into the atmosphere that is still shades of white, also with the decoration of the flowers in a pot that is also white.

It felt so luxurious, and again I asked in my heart. Where did they get the money to rent this fancy building and decoration? I put my thoughts aside, then a little forward where there are already brides and grooms in the dress of the bride who again nuanced white. And here I am, being an uninvited guest at my husband's wedding.

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Juliana bint Arseno with a dowry a set of prayer tools paid in cash."

After the kabul procession I got out of my seat and left this room. That's enough, I already have proof of their cheating.

I immediately went home, the plan to stay a day last night was forced to cancel. All I have to do now is repay their actions.

***

Sunlight barged in the crevices of the room as I opened my eyes. I saw the clock showing the number nine. After stretching my body, I left the room. This is what it feels like to sleep with enough time.

I feel a little better than usual. I also stepped into the bathroom to clean my body, after which I cooked water to make a cup of coffee. I did not forget to bring my phone.

Drrt

My phone rang while I was making coffee, the house was quiet without them. Although quiet but calm, nothing made me rise in blood.

Before twelve o'clock in the afternoon, I had my house cleaned up. Today I did not cook because I wanted to eat out.

I opened my phone, there was no activity on Mas Ilham's number. Maybe she is enjoying her time as a newlywed. There is no activity in his status.

I saw that contact I remember yesterday named Julia. From her profile it seems pretty enough, whether it's really pretty or just a camera filter.

His hair was straight and seemed to be long, as his profile was only taken from the face area only. His chin looks taper, his face is ovoid with neat eyebrows. Her lips were polished with a bright red color.

I wonder where Mas Ilham knew this woman? From his friends or ah, I don't know. The worms in my stomach were screaming for food. Since I woke up, I have only had a cup of coffee.

After changing clothes, I intend to go out for food. Looks like complete Padang rice is suitable for a late breakfast menu. When about to start the motorbike engine, there was a sound of a car stopping in front of the house.

I frowned, as I felt that no one was visiting today. The door opened and the mother-in-law came down from the car. Why did you come back so soon? Didn't you say yesterday the plan was going to be gone a little bit?

I grew even more sculpted when from the door beside him came out a woman who walked round and approached the mother. My eyes widened when I realized who was with my mother-in-law.

What the fuck?

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thank you for following RaRa's story, while waiting for the next part update RaRa wants to recommend cool novels from RaRa friends. Athmosphere by Kak Hilmiath

blurbs: blurb:

Adhara Andromeda, as the name suggests, means the brightest star among the constellations. Adhara is a cheerful girl who always illuminates the people around her. Adhara is not a girl from a rich family, she is just an ordinary girl who managed to enter an elite school. However, on his first day of school he instead has to get stuck on three handsome men who are called school princes. Trouble never ceases to involve him in the three princes. Until their affection traps them, the three princes slowly love Adhara with different flavors. While Adhara also began to love them delam various meanings of affection. How will Adhara deal with each of his problems with the three princes? Read the story so that you do not wonder who will roughly attract Adhara and become a port for the girl. Arche with his warm attitude, Chan with his cold attitude, Or Space with his rude attitude?