Husband Bulukku Suddenly Tajir

Erlin Pov's

I'm Erlin William, 23 years old. After graduating from college, I planned to have my own boutique.

During the holidays, I accidentally visited my uncle's house named Uncle Wito who was in the village. I heard in the village the air is still fresh unlike in the city. While my uncle is an uyel cracker entrepreneur whose crackers taste good matchless.

I drove the Pajero down a steep road. Due to driving difficulties I accidentally bumped into a man. I went down and saw my Pajero blisters and I immediately scolded him. I didn't realize that my diamond ring had fallen off.

I went to Uncle Wito and held a competition and swore that if the one who found my ring was a woman, I made a brother. And if anyone finds a man, I will make a husband.

The man I hit is now my husband. He's ugly, cuddly and romped.

At first I did not agree with this marriage. Because I was often visited by snakes due to my oath that I did not keep finally the marriage that I did not want to happen also.

Samsul Ramadhan is his name, he deliberately brought me to the city. Is it impossible if I live in a village?

My parents did not like my husband either. There was the act of papi mami to make Samsul not feel at home and hope he immediately divorced me.

"Care .. Here you are! Wash all my clothes and make me spaghetti!" that's the command I always say. I call him a porter.

This marriage, I take it only on paper. So, I didn't let him touch me a little bit. We slept in separate rooms.

One year Samsul lived with me, not as a husband, not as a son-in-law in the William family. However, she stayed as a maid, doing housework.

One day she screamed hysterically for losing her jewelry.

"Mami's jewelry is gone!" pekik mami as she sobbed.

"Who stole Mommy's jewelry?" ask the new one.

"Definitely Kuli, Pi, he's gonna need some money!" I pointed to Samsul.

I accused Samsul of stealing it because he once complained to me that he had no money. It was true, he stole it and my mother was so angry that he kicked my husband out at once.

I can't do much. My mother's orders were punishment for her.

Samsul left the house without bringing anything. It's a freedom for me to be free of.

I thought my life would be happy after her passing, not as beautiful as I imagined.

When I opened a boutique business on the edge of the city, I was often visited by snakes. I was shaking at that moment. The snake was passing through the boutique terrace. His scaly skin and huge belly gave me goosebumps. I silently stared, letting the snake through.

Ever since then I have been moody, contemplating my fate. Maybe this is karma because I neglected to keep my marriage with Samsul who had saved me from the terror of the serpent.

I lamented my mistake of letting Samsul leave the house, disrespecting him as a husband who instead treated himself as a maid. I cry every night. I hope to make amends someday.

One day I was going to a cafe, and it just so happened to be Ciko, my boyfriend before I got married. He didn't know I was married.

“Erlin, until when do you keep rejecting me. We have been in a relationship for a long time as lovers. Come on we're married!” said Ciko.

“Ciko, how many times have I told you, I'm not ready. And don't force me!” I said, it feels careless to hear the babbling of him who always invites me to get married. How can I accept Ciko's invitation, while I'm still the legal wife of the person I hurt?

“It's Ciko, it's just a drink! After all, there is also a little,”, I said through it.

My mind was slightly jolted with the presence of the man. His face was not much different from that of Samsul, my husband. He was more handsome and white, his clothes looked like a rich man. There's no way this is Samsul, Samsul has a tompel on his face.

When Ciko took me home, I looked away to see her face again. Really - very similar.

To get rid of the turbulent moodyness I took part in a horse race. With the white horse I managed to win the horse race.

“Congratulations on the win this time. But we see the race next month, I will definitely beat you.” a man thrust his hand.

“OK I accept your challenge!” I said while accepting his hand.

This man is very similar to Samsul. Akh, why does everyone I just know always consider me my husband? I've been going crazy for a long time with all this.

At night, I was reading my favorite novel. While fixing a slightly sagging hairpin. Yes, hairpin Samsul's administration.

Suddenly the sound of my sister's catfish made me go out of the room. He just came home and told a long story. He's got a little cut on his elbow and forehead. The guy who delivered him was the one who hit him. Eliana, my sister gave me grilled corn which she said she gave Arjuna a boy.

Sunday morning when Eliana and I were chatting on the terrace, a Ferrari 250 GTO suddenly stopped in the yard. A young man got out of the car. I was dumbfounded again. This man ...

”Meet Brother Samuel, this is my sister!” eliana said who was so familiar with the man.

“Samuel Ramadhan, just call me Sam.”.

“Samsul Ramadan?” pecikku, did I mishear, not only the face, his name was also almost the same as Samsul.

“Not Brother Erlin .. but Brother Samuel,” sidelines Eliana.

“Sorry, your name reminds me of someone. I'm Erlin. But wait, your face is very similar to her just that there is a sign missing.” I started to stare at her intensely.

“Really? Is it worth it until you remember someone named Samsul?” the question looked into my eyes.

We weren't finished talking, Eliana took him in.

Honestly during the relationship with Ciko there are no special feelings for him. And after I lost Samsul, a strange feeling arose in my heart. Am I starting to fall for him?

And who is this Samuel Ramadhan?

He is now close to my brother. I'm a little jealous of him. But I have to shake that feeling. It was Samsul who I was waiting for. When he comes back, I'll apologize to him. I was afraid of the terror of the serpent that could come at me at any moment.

Samsul, where are you now ...

Forgive me for my past mistakes, be an ungodly wife to you, I am afraid of snakes, come back here and take care of me.

Hiks .. hiks .. hiks ...

I love you ...