Help out! I Want Skinny

Part 5's. Bickering

Tonight Marisa is determined to clean up the seeds of adultery eh, she means the seeds of her husband's affair. After dinner and the children slept in their own rooms, the young couple sat face to face in the living room. The TV was sounding quietly in the room.

"Please explain what all this means, Bang," the pinta Marisa showed her cell phone containing a friendly chat with her husband and the Karmila.

Arjun's face was pale deathly exactly the face of a pair of unmarried boarding houses - caught wet by a satpol pp doing adult scenes in the room.

"Da-da-where did you get this?" ask Arjun.

"No need to ask where. Just answer my question!"

"You must be messing with my phone. How presumptuous of you to violate my privacy!" sergeant Arjun.

"Yes, I'm right. Now what's the name for you betraying our marriage?" reply Marisa.

"It's just a fad in cyberspace. I'm not serious at all" Elak Arjun.

"White? Is it by insulting and degrading your own wife to others? Worship another woman, do you? You told that bohay that your wife doesn't care about you, your wife is a bully, smells, and looks like a maid! You also said you were ashamed to have a wife like me and told the woman if only you and she were a match. Tega you, Bang!" marisa exclaimed as she wiped the clear blood spilled from the corner of her eye.

"You're overreacting. It's just a joke" Arjun argued.

"Gerrie's really messing with you, Bang. Tell me frankly what is your complaint about me? Let me fix myself."

"none. Never mind, I don't want to talk about this. I want to sleep" Arjun said as he got up from the sofa.

"I'm not done yet, Bang" stop Marisa.

"You want to make a noise?" challenge Arjun.

"Those are you, Bang. I'm going to tell this to your parents" Marisa threatened.

"Don't try to involve my parents in this" Arjun threatened.

"Why? You scared?"

"I'm not afraid. I feel sorry and do not want to be a burden if until my parents also difficult to think about the household of his son. You should care about them too."

Marisa is not a woman who is good at arguing, but she still does not want to be deceived by her husband.

"Your parents aren't that weak. I'll keep telling them. Let's see what they say." Marisa insists.

"I should ask what you want. We've been committed to marriage for a lifetime. Faithful in pleasure or difficulty. When rich or poor. Healthy or sick. I cannot tolerate infidelity in any form. Both physical infidelity and cheating in the heart and mind. If you still want to be free, you shouldn't have to marry me!" Marisa beaver.

"There is no smoke if there is no fire. You as a wife should introspect yourself, why can your husband do that."

"I knew. The reason you approached that woman is only because you can't help but be tempted by another woman. I'm not quite able to satisfy you, and the worst is because I've become a fat woman .. and you hate fat women ...," said Marisa with trembling lips. Shame and shame revealed all of that from his own mouth.

Overwhelmed, Arjun thought it was better that the woman knew everything.

"Yes, you're right. You're not good at taking care of your body. You know how shameful I am to have a wife like you. Take you to a big event and meet my coworkers. You see the wives of my office mates. No one's body as big as yours. Your appearance is hick. Far out of date from my other co-worker's wife. See how you eat. Like an**** starving. Look at a mouth that small, but it can make you swollen as an elephant.

“Not only that, even the neighbors around sneer at you, you still don't want to change. Let alone to keep bad views of people, at least care a little on your own health. Cut out your body, " said Arjun in flames. Although his little heart knew he should not say that, but he could no longer bear to keep his teeth all this time.

Marisa's heart stopped beating for a moment. Arjun's words hit his pride hard. As much as possible he controlled himself not to cry or get angry. Sometimes when the pain has crossed the line, a single tear no longer falls. That's what's going on in that poor woman.

"In order to conceive your child, I accepted that my body had to turn fat. A close-up pregnancy and breastfeeding them for up to two years each made me neglect my appearance. Now it's the wages I've received for all that. I don't need to explain to you what I feel and I'm going through with that change. Which woman doesn't want to be beautiful? Ten years I've lived with you, but you don't really know me" said Marisa flatly.

"Don't use children as an excuse. Many women out there after giving birth can still take care of themselves" Arjun argued.

"Just divorce me if you're fed up with me, and I want you to write the divorce grounds 'because my wife is fat'. Don't try to make up other reasons. I understand that's the main reason there is. If my own husband had insulted me, how could I have expected others to stop insulting me" Marisa said as she walked into the room, picked up a pillow and threw herself in the living room in the front room.

Marisa's words and attitude make it difficult for Arjun to think clearly. He picked up a jacket hanging behind the door and pulled the car out of the garage. Go through the darkness of the night.

Marisa hopes Arjun will support her. Who else would he expect to accept himself for who he is other than the closest person. But what he got was just the opposite.

Marisa wondered in her heart, did I choose the wrong person in this marriage? Arjun feels like a stranger. If a man is only able to accept beautiful and sexy women, appreciate them based on appearance, then only to the extent that they will accept you. Marisa could hardly believe that Arjun was such a man.

Hearing Arjun leave the house, Marisa's defense finally breaks down. Unceasingly crying and self-cursing. 'What's wrong with a few folds in the belly or a distended belly? Is it as bad as having a lot of cellulite on the thighs and buttocks? Just because the bobble in the arm deserves a woman insulted?

If Arjun can't accept my condition, which now looks sober without makeup that shakes up without facial skin care and hair in an expensive beauty salon, how can I expect it to go any further by my side until it ages with thousands of wrinkles all over my body? I hate that motherfucker. Doesn't one human being realize that he also contributes to what is happening to me at this time?'

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