Husband Crazy. (Sad Hurt)

Chapter 22. About Keny

Keny POV

My name is Marry Kenysha.

I am often called Keny by my family, even with the Restu Pradifta family. Coincidentally me and Restu are still kinship. I don't know where it came from, I've forgotten about our familial Lineage¹.

For me, Restu is an amazing man. He is very loving towards women. It could be said that I was very lucky to have Restu at that time.

But because of my ego, I lost her. Remembering a few years ago made my chest cramp up instantly. Again, everything is just a memory.

What I never thought was

Restu pradifta married my underclassman whom I had once met in the corridors of our school.

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"Who is he, Rif?" ask me on a man with a puffed up body who is taking off his shoes.

"She Rain. Lo long school here do not know the same old class sister himself! Beuh bad."

"Darling, why stay here?"

"Eh .. No, honey. It was through time and happened to meet the same wise."

"You're in the cafeteria, hungry."

We left the class and preferred to go to the students' paradise. The canteen, the canteen I still visit. Just so I can see the scribbles on my name and Restu. Every time I went back to Indonesia, I never missed coming to the cafeteria.

Later it is still the same, still with the same wall paint and different memories. Now the only one sitting there is me.

As usual, while waiting for our order to come, Restu grabbed my hand and He rubbed it gently. I don't know what was going on in his mind at the time.

"I really love you, Ken. So please don't lyrics to anyone other than me."

"Please promise, Ken," he continued.

"Alright darl, I promise."

Who should I blame now if not myself. But I hate anyone who succeeds in having Restu. Including that little boy!

All right, I'll tell you again, my sweet memories together, Restu. Everything is still clearly reflected in this memory. How not, nine more years, I'm with him. From the red and white uniforms that bear witness to our love, to the blue and white uniforms that bear witness to my betrayal of Restu.

Memory after memory forces me to remember it. But not keny name if you lose and stop in this case. It's just a small thing for me to get rid of that woman.

Wait for me blessing. I'll make sure, if it's not too long you'll be mine. And for that rancid woman, huh! Don't expect to have Restu Pradifta. You're too young to have Restu.

It's not the time. But behold, destruction will begin to eat away at your household.

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It was all my fantasy. And now I have got it all. Gaining Pradifta's blessing, happiness, and loving in-laws. I was crazy, more than crazy. Doing the lecherous thing I should never have done.

But this is life, do we not have the right to choose our own path. The matter of sin, that's business later. The main thing is to get happiness. Don't you ever copy! This is my principle. I like it, I love it.

A few months ago, when I was in Germany. That night I was at Frankfurt am Main international airport in Germany to return to Indonesia.

The next day, I arrived at Soekarno Hatta International Airport. For a moment I immediately rushed towards the residence of Aunt Mala.

Aunt Mala was quite enthusiastic when she heard my words. Even the look on his face is still clearly reflected in the memory of this brain. And that night, Aunt Mala asked me to stay at her residence.

Back then, if not mistaken was the wedding day of Rain and Restu. And that day I will make a new history in their household. The birds chirped as if they understood my purpose in coming there

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"What are you smiling at yourself?"

"Just want to, Darl."

"Oh." Then Restu breezed, and came out of my room. Goddamnit! Thought. It turned out that he had only taken his tuxedo that was left behind last night.

The weather today is so hot, the city of Bekasi has always been like this. I who was on the balcony of my room only wear a butterfly patterned negligee and hair that I deliberately looped up.

About five steps from where I was sitting, there was a small silver table on which were two bottles of wine. I am a pregnant mother. But never try to keep me away from the drink.

Namely a note or material that describes the origin in familial relations up to several generations.

A pycopath literally means a mental illness. Pycopaths are derived from the word psyche which means soul and pathos which means disease. A physiopath is not the same as a lunatic (schizophrenia/pycosis) because a pycopath is fully aware of his actions.

Usually a pycopath will be happy to do the third thing that harms others.

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