I Love U! Husband Carried

CHAPTER 11 - The Fraudster

"Why do you know I'm married? how do you know my husband's a cop?"

My heart is racing again. Does this mean that the man who always makes me feel raging after his treatment of me knows something about my marriage?

No. it was impossible. he had never heard of my marriage, because the marriage we directly closed.Even the friends who introduced us no one knows.but, but, Petra is here, saying her knowledge is unexpected, very very real.

Suddenly Petra spontaneously hugged me. As soon as she let go, a smile broke on Petra's bastard face.

"I think you've misjudged me. I'm sorry I was angry, and I spoke rudely to you."

I came to my senses from the daydreams of hearing that shocking thing, as if explaining the meaning of his words reminded me of his figure whom I once loved, he said those words feelingly, saying, just like when he was with me. It's just the difference right now, his words even make me annoyed.

"I think that's how you are." I said slowly. "Don't touch me again!"

"I'm sorry, I know that maybe now your mind has been filled with prejudice against me. If you will, let me explain everything."

My rejected expression was clearly on my face. "What to talk about yourself?"

"Many things."

"You've explained your heart before, what I want to year is why do you know that I'm married and my husband's a cop?"

My words seemed to make Petra startled again but, even so, she still flinch.

"Yes, I understand and I will also explain, everything is related. Because otherwise, we could be hostile because of inappropriate reasons."

No doubt Petra did keep something behind me, absorbing every word ever uttered and passing it on in her own knowledge.

Petra completely misinterpreted her reaction but, if I didn't give her a chance, Petra wouldn't tell her the truth.I couldn't get rid of her reflection in my mind, I wanted to know the secret of her heart. this is a secret I better know before I m4ti curious because I did not hear the explanation that will be revealed.

"Say," I said out loud.

Petra looked at me. "The story is long and here is not a good place to talk about it. well, near here there is a fairly comfortable roadside cafe.we just talk there how?"

My eyes are wide. "I want to be here. Every place is the same, I just want to know the answer."

"The problem is that people around here are watching us, and look at this fruit seller! he looks very uncomfortable with the presence of both of us. I'm afraid to disturb the people here. indeed you are not?"

Spontaneously I glanced right left. This was indeed more than I imagined. This situation had troubled me in front of the seller and the people around here. there is no exact reason for what the commotion between me and Petra is interfering with comfort.

"I'm not forcing, if you don't want to hear it, it doesn't matter. I want to go home, anyway as you hear what I know let me keep it."

I fell silent, thinking about how hard it was to follow Petra's wishes, but, I was forced. Because if not, I was worried about regret.

"All right," I said a few minutes later. "But not for long!"

"I understand! let's go up."

He took me on his motorcycle, and there was nothing I could do but follow his offer. Along the way I just prayed, hoping Petra can give me the right answer so I can take my bad look at her and her knowledge...

Petra parked her motorcycle in the courtyard of a small but modern cafe, with a tall roof and Art Deco-style windows.

"Wait a minute, yeah, let me order you a drink."

Wait a minute, the last word she said when she left me, and I admit I was traumatized by that word. "No, don't let me just order." I said forbid.more precisely the anticipation to prevent the same event from happening again.

Petra smile. "Yeah, fine then." he raised one hand and gave a thumbs up.

I rushed to the bar ordering cappuccino with chocolate.from there look boisterous atmosphere on the front of the cafe. many visitors gathered here to scramble the ordering queue, like struggling to get the lottery alone. it was almost twenty minutes before my order, so I immediately went back to the table.

But, as soon as I reached the table, I felt myself tense, even to the point of jolting.I immediately checked around looking for Petra who had disappeared from her seat, and my heart was beating fast. he left no trace of anything if possible to the toilet, meaning there is a possibility I was helped again.I know what kind of problem I am facing.

I found out about him, but the results are sad. "I'm sorry to see that guy sitting there?"

"Oh no-the seat there was indeed empty when I came." replied one of the female visitors who was sitting not far from my order desk.

I exhaled that since last felt heavy. after staying long enough, and the day began at night.The atmosphere of the cafe began to quiet because there were many visitors who came home. apparently I've been waiting for Petra in this chair for almost an hour, because I saw the clock on the wall of the cafe already showing ten o'clock at night. with a heavy heart and disappointed, I finally decided to leave.

I walked down a lonely road, while continuing to reflect on my sad fate.My disappointment culminated in regaining this betrayal, I may be just a phase of his wild and complicated love adventure.I am only a path, not a destination.I am nothing more than a zero, existing but non-existent, I am, who are present but considered absent.

Every time I remember what happened between me and Petra, and the last one just happened, I feel like I'm really stupid. every sweet word she said was nothing more than a trick to trick my heart.My biggest mistake was to trust her again and give her a chance to re-deceive me. I think, he only promised me a reason to avoid it again, so that he would find his freedom again, except with his obsession and ambition.

I sobbed, not just because I was disappointed, but because Petra deliberately alienated me in a place I did not know well.I do not know where this is, I do not know where, and I don't know where to go either.

Transportation is minimal because the streets are deserted.even pedestrians are also empty.There is nothing I can do, other than just continue down the road, the road is long and seems endless. while continuing to chant the do'a, Lord.