I'm your Husband's Second Woman

The Part 1 Pov Aulia

I stood in front of the vanity mirror, looking at the face many times. Natural makeup with lingerie cream color attached, looks add grace to my face. The chest feels pounding. As I imagined his handsome face flashed in the mind.

"Am I beautiful?" I asked in the mirror.

Will he be happy with my appearance and forget his other happiness. I touched the lower lip, remembering the events that made the chest pound. I smiled shyly, as I looked at the reflection of the reddened face in the mirror.

The bathroom door is open. A person with a tall posture, straight black hair, wistful eyes looked at me dumbly.

In his hand, tucked a square box object attached to his left ear.

"Well, yeah," he told someone across the street. He glanced at me as he said 'I love you'.

I don't know! Those words were directed at whom. Me or his wife.

The desire that had just erupted, suddenly turned into a feeling of arrogance. I'm speechless. When his hands hugged. A taper chin was placed on my shoulder. The body felt cold hot, as its breath swept over my ears.

"Beautiful," he praised.

Grabbing my body in a sling, then slowly stepping towards the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed with this body position still in his arms. Gently kissed the back of my ears, making my body feel great.

"Mas!" call me lirih.

Hendra stopped his kiss and turned to look at me. Those sad eyes were looking at me passionately and I was always entangled by it.

I know I feel guilty for loving the man in front of me. But my heart can't resist when she gives me love. Even if I had to sacrifice someone's feelings for this happiness.

Mas Hendra again cut our distance as if he did not heed my call earlier. Even his movements were more aggressive so I could not control myself.

'No! It can't go on, I want to talk ' my screams control myself.

I muttered, pushing his face. He looked surprised. His forehead was wrinkled with slightly bulging eyes.

"What's up, honey?" asked Mas Hendra holding my chin.

I'm silent. Looked into his eyes.

"Mas loves me ...?"

He's aghast. His forehead is getting wrinkled.

"Why are you asking that?"

"I just want to know how important I am in life, Mom?"

She's quiet. Maybe he was thinking of a surprising answer. Or maybe the cliche answer I often hear from cheating men like Mas Hendra.

"Including your wife ...?" cut me quick. But instantly there was a feeling of fear of sneaking in. Afraid that he would get angry and leave me.

Hendra was silent. His eyes turned sharp, as he looked at me. Was it Mas Hendra? Seen with his demeanor that lowered my body from his lap. He stood up, rubbing his face rough.

"Do we have to talk about this now?" mas Hendra asked out his breath loudly.

I saw that face look hard. For a moment we were silent for a long time. The atmosphere turned stiff. Trying to catch his shadow with the tail of his eyes, then our gazes collide. There was guilt in his own eyes.

"Come, Honey. I just want a moment with you I'm happy ...."

Hendra sat next to me again. His hand held my shoulder. "For me, you're quite important ...."

Mas Hendra's smile melted the heart that was hot. His hand slipped my broken hair covering my face as it bowed. When his hand touched just behind the ear, there was a tremor that ran like an electric shock and quickly drained my blood. The feeling of anger was suddenly soft. Yeah, I like it. His treatment of me drove me crazy.

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I sat back on the balcony of the bedroom. From up here, I can see the road in front of the house.

Yep. I got everything I wanted without having to do anything because of my relationship with Mas Hendra. Houses, cars and even Atm cards whose balances are filled every month. Even with the transfer from Mas Hendra, I can also send money to my father and mother in the village.

They never knew about my sir's marriage to Mas Hendra. They think I still work as SPG famous mobile phone brand. Yep. Long ago. Before I knew Mas Hendra.

At the end of the road, I saw a couple of lovers running casually that afternoon. They ran side by side. With a very happy face. Sometimes they giggle and the man puts a towel around the woman's neck. The woman's hand reflex hit the man's chest.

Akhs! I hate seeing that sight. It was as if I was seeing Mas Hendra with his wife. Why am I this? I obviously know who I am? Only the second woman is no more. Even his existence was only considered trash.

Then why should I have this feeling. Painful. It feels like sliced iris.

I want Mas Hendra to be mine. Even if I have to take him from his wife and children. But can I see a woman who will be sad and devastated by my selfishness. The future of the children who will be affected by this betrayal.

I wept. The chest is so tight. I miss Mas Hendra here. Need it. Every day I can only look forward to his uncertain arrival.

I'm lonely. And I need an explanation.

Enough's enough!

There is no tolerance anymore. I'm sick of this charade. I'm tired of just sending him wa asking if today he's going to visit. I'm tired of keeping the long-suffering longs.

Can I have you completely, Mom, with no other side. My heart is too narrow to hide jealousy when you are with her, you still prioritize her - your wife. He's still the main one for you.

Then what am I? I have the same great love for your wife. I love you too. Please appreciate my feelings too.