Help out! I Want Skinny

Part 4's. The Heart of Friends

The next morning Marisa acted as if nothing had happened. Serving the favorite rice breakfast with husband and children as usual. While Arjun was eating the dish in front of him, his eyes were busy looking at the screen of the phone in his left hand.

Feeling anxious Marisa sang as loud as she knocked the spatula on the lid of the pot in lieu of music. "Bang, SMS who is this Bang .... Bang, the message is wear dear. Bang, it seems from brother's girlfriend ...."

"Uhuk ... uhuk .. uhuk ...." Arjun suddenly caught whooping cough to the point of choking on chicken bones.

"God! Your song almost killed me, Dik." Arjun sergeant after successfully removing the chicken bone from his throat with great difficulty.

"People just sing, really. Lebai you, Bang. Or maybe you are also SMS-an same girlfriend? Let's confess ...," accuse Marisa.

"About you."

"Why are you surprised?"

"Obviously shocked, your voice was so crushed. Already, already. I'm going to work again. Hunting the children, let Papito inter-school" Arjun said as he left his breakfast running out.

As soon as her husband left for work and the children went to school, Marisa came back crying. Actually she intended to show the traces of the affair to her husband and ask for a confession, but her lips felt confused to talk about it. It was not easy trying to remain calm while the tongues of hellfire seemed to revolve in his heart space.

Marisa requires contacting one name on her phone contact list, asking to meet at a cafe. 'I have to tell someone, otherwise I can go crazy myself, '" Marisa's inner self.

An hour later, the woman who was in the midst of grief was already sitting opposite a handsome man. Neither had time to say ', Marisa's tears have run down the river.

"The act of laughing is getting worse" the man commented.

"I'm crying, not laughing! It's not an act either" Marisa said, continuing her severed cries.

"Alright ... alright, so tell me why you are leaving? is it because I miss myself?" asked the cosmopolitan-style man with a small laugh.

Marisa replied with a nod.

"You've been charged with debt?"

Marisa again shook her head while cleaning the snot that had melted from the cave in her nose.

"Your house is burning?"

Marisa was just shaking.

"Husband divorce?"

Again the man's question was answered with a headband.

"Then what?" ask him patiently.

The person asked was busy with tears.

"You have to open up if there's a problem to get it done, Marisa," urged the man again.

With a hiccup Marisa said, "You mean I should be naked like that?"

"You are less intelligent than ingrained like this. I mean, don't tell myself if there's a problem. Don't be afraid of stories. I think people just knew."

"I meant to tell a story, but my heart hurts so hard to say. Muelita, my household is on the verge of collapse. Bang Arjun cheated on me" Marisa said stammeringly.

"Aw! For a million jellyfish, what's this hoax?" The man called Muelita was aghast while putting four fingers in front of her lips.

"I'm speaking right."

"As if Arjun wanted one? It feels unbelievable. Until now I am still confused what makes you want to marry him. Among the millions of tough males in this country, why did you choose him? I was dekil, rada songong, and dashing was not. Say it's true that someone wants to be with her, maybe the woman is myopic and as less intelligent as you are" led by Muelita who has the real name Samuel.

"This time you're wrong. Wait till you see this." Marisa then revealed the evidence on her phone to her friend.

After seeing the contents of the phone, Samuel also commented, "I admit the Karmila is indeed seen bohay in the photo. It was also Arjun's taste. That's why you are wary of the rampant phenomenon of actors and current players. The actors also do not all demand that the old wife"

"I'm not old, Muelita!" cut Marisa ketus.

"Yes whatever" said Samuel, shaking his hand. "Just if the first wife does not want a divorce, these beautiful women are willing, a thousand percent ready to be born inner to polygamy. I congratulate you on your honeymoon, Ica Don't forget to invite me to their wedding" Samuel said, chuckling.

Muelita always called Marisa Ica. Muelita's real name itself is Samuel Syahputra, but because of its nature that contains feminine elements, Marisa often calls him Muelita. The two have been friends since they were in High School.

"I wouldn't share a blanket and share some shopping money with that bohay-ass lady!" fr Marisa.

"Looking at this lush and flourishing body of yours, Arjun must have given you quite a lot of spending money, right? Learning to share is good, right? Ah, with arms and thighs as thick as this implies you must be strong to accept the reality of life, dear," Samuel quipped with the finger of the mentoel of Marisa's arm spilled on his sleeve.

Marisa stomped her feet to the floor. "Don't bully me. Less languish what else is this self? All this happened because my body was getting rounder" isak Marisa.

"Thank God you realized it. The bohay even knew that Arjun was married even to the Arjun himself.******right your husband. How to make your advantage as an excuse to get sympathy for other women."

Marisa's eyes widened when she heard the word excess, but Samuel remained relaxed.

"What do you think I should do? Give me an idea, donk," pinta Marisa who is now calmer.

"I am not married then how can give an opinion or advice about the household, Love," replied Samuel.

"You should remember your age. A handsome, established man like you is actually easy to get a woman. Women will fall in love the first time they see you, but once the soul waves you out then without thinking twice, normal women will quickly take a thousand steps. Sometimes I doubt whether you're interested in a woman or a man."

Samuel pursed his red lips while twisting his eyeballs. "I'm normal" he replied.

"Say who's your boyfriend right now?" ask Marisa.

"A beautiful doctor and a handsome model" Samuel replied with a wink.

Hearing that Marisa immediately patted the jidat. "You," he murmured.

"Now we return to the tempest of your household. Based on the experience of my friends who have also faced problems like this, then your choice is twofold. First, survive. Second, separate."

"I wasn't strong with both of those choices. Marisa sighs.

"Body is big, but weak, ' Samuel said.

"Not wrong. My body is strong, yes. My heart alone is meek," said Marisa.

"So what do you want?" ask Samuel.

"If I part, pity the children for being victims. Those who suffer the most."

"Oh, sure," chirped Samuel who was busy feeding spaghetti into his mouth.

"If I survive ...." Marisa stopped continuing her words.

Samuel waited for the continuation of Marisa's speech, but the awaited was just daydreaming with a blank look. Seeing that Samuel felt sorry for the poor woman in front of him.

"That's it. You talk to your husband first. Let's see what the results look like. You remind me again about your commitment when you get married first. Do you not promise each other to be faithful to death under any circumstances. When difficult or happy, poor or rich, when sick or healthy. Including in a state of fat or thin, want crazy or sane, will still love. Didn't they?

"Let's tell me the results, okay. Oh my girlfriend has arrived. I had an appointment with him the other day and told him to pick me up at this cafe" Samuel said, rising from his chair to greet the arrival of a tall, handsome, and very masculine man.

"Hi, Beib" Samuel said to the charming man, kissing his left and right cheeks.

"Did you meet my friend Ica." Samuel introduced the man to Marikla.

"Brandon's." The man said his name and touched Marisa's hand.

"Marisa," Marisa replied with a friendly smile.

"We go first, yeah. You will tell me about his development. See you, Ica," said Samuel.

"All right, see you," Marisa replied as she stared at the passing of the two people holding hands.

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