I'm your Husband's Second Woman

Part 12 Missing the Tight

Aulia Pov's

From behind the curtain that opened a little, I saw Mas Hendra get in the car. Without looking at it one bit.

Be ill. Sure.

But who am I to stop him from leaving? Even my tears mean nothing to him.

Yes, Allah. Why does loving her hurt so much? This heart continues to feel the growing pains. Can't I just be a little bit, feeling truly sincerely loved. Until when do I have to hold this lara myself?

I let out a cry while holding onto the chest that was in pain. Sitting under the window, when the car was out of sight.

Why are these tears so easy to fall for the same reason? Many times it falls on the same wound. Why can't this heart be immune? Even the pain feels strangling.

Should I demand him to stay? While I know, the true position of this self is in his heart. Only a shadow in which this self is not worth defending.

I dropped my body on the floor and hugged myself. Why is his heart insensitive? I want to be more understandable. Subtle words that can melt the heart. It will probably loosen up tightly the embrace of mastering, slightly understanding with position, and let the sense of succumbing accompany it for a while. Release without any scratched pain. But he did not understand, choosing to keep going with a knife in the heart.

Never mind.

Let it.

I will be strong to live, even though the pain I bear alone.

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I stared at the brightly lit phone screen. There is a figure I miss. Smiling in silence. Silent eyes that lit up full of tempest. Some days these eyes are not able to see the lover of the heart. Two weeks have passed, the figure never came.

Every time I send a message is always answered without a word, as if he does not want his precious time, disturbed by my silly WA. Depressing. Just send a reply in the form of a heart picture and a distant emot kiss.

Huh ...! Unable to free the taste that began to accumulate. Repugn.

Was it wrong of me to express my heart to that message? About the longing that keeps winding. Creeper and grow wild in my senses, but he couldn't understand that it wasn't just his wife who felt the same way.

I want to hear his voice. The voice that was in a rush always brushed my incandescent and perhaps that voice, was currently chanting beautifully in his wife's ears.

Shitt's!

I closed my eyes. Naughty scenes in bed that usually become a sedative before going to bed, trying to wrestle in wishful thinking. Like watching a blue movie on a thirty-two-inch screen playing beautifully in my brain memory.

I'm shivering. Not because of longing, but the heat that burns the heart. How not? The shadow was not me, but another woman who screamed beautifully in my man's arms.

Akhh!

Is there jealousy in the heart? I don't want it to exist. But he was present with the miss who greeted. Then what should I do? Letting the shadow continue to dance or turn off by pointing at the position.

I don't know. Without thinking long, the finger pressed the green button on the screen. Sound of voice calling.

There's no answer. One minute ... two minutes ....

What if the one who raised Retno? And ask who I am? Why call her husband so early? I have to answer what.

My hand started to press the red button, but suddenly there was a sound there.

Female voice.

That must be Retno.

I'm nervous. Suddenly it felt full in the throat. However, it is too bad to swallow.

[Assalamualaikum ..] sebrang sounding calm.

I kept quiet without answering. Only a loud heartbeat returned the greeting. My hands feel shaky. Several times swallowed saliva that could not also be swallowed as if it was stuck at the end of the neck. The voice called back.

Gosh darn.