I'm your Husband's Second Woman

Part 11 Offering Yourself

Aulia Pov

I stared at the teak-leafed door with my heart sidelined. I stirred a glass of warm tea with sweaty eyes. In the room, Mas Hendra was chatting with his wife and children. There was a voice of Mas Hendra laughing freely as his children quarreled to snatch the cellphone in his mother's hand. Laughter I never saw when I was with me. But it was so easy to get out with his family.

I feel excluded. I guess when I agreed to follow her to Kalimantan, I would feel like I had her completely, hoping she would start leaving her family and make me her only wife. But it turns out I'm only here second.

He was on the project all day after he got home from work. Instead of hugging, having an affair with me, he would crouch in that room until late at night. Sometimes she would come and pamper me, but after the phone rang, she would leave me alone with a bleeding heart.

Then what's the point of me being here? Existing but not considered to exist. Depressing. It was more painful than waiting for him to visit.

Can't sue. Because that was his request before coming here to bring me a month ago.

"Let me see my wife and children once a month. Just a week after that, I'll be here again with you."

A request he should have told his wife for me. But instead, he was the one begging to meet his wife who was clearly legitimate. I feel like I want to laugh. The position I used to feel now changed. It's just that the pain is still me feeling. Wrenching.

I picked up the phone and looked for a name contact that read Laila.

[Hi]

My broom. Undeliverable. The beginning of our conversation after yesterday's incident. Not waiting long for the wa message that has changed color. Maybe he was playing on a cell phone so he immediately knew my message on his phone.

[Why are we talking?.] with an emot smile laugh.

'Fuck' my mummy in the heart. I'd like to throw the square thing I'm holding in his face. Conscious. That we communicate through messages. Finally I could just throw my hand and land it on the table.

[What did I say? We're just the second. And hello.don't forget your husband still puts his wife first.].

[Sok knows!]reply with angry emot

[That's it! Now he calls his wife]

Kayak shaman aja. I didn't reply, let the phone go out and lay weak in front. Then a message came in with the same name.

Suddenly, the mind wanted to know how. The way a Laila who maintains a position in the eyes of her sir husband. Then my hand sassyly wrote something.

[How?]

I don't know what makes me curious. My body suddenly thumped. Expecting reply.

Clunting

The deg!

I open slowly.

[You need to be more aggressive. When he calls his wife, you have to come forward to offer yourself]

Gluey!

That is to say.offer.

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Either because of Laila's crazy idea or my brain is already kongslet. Here, in front of the door of the room occupied by Mas Hendra to call his wife. I stand with ouhai. Wearing light pink lingerie with a seductive perfume. Develop something that works. I saw the face of Mas Hendra who was engrossed in the video call was surprised by my arrival. His eyes widened with a gaping mouth.

I heard Retno's voice calling. Mas Hendra was suddenly nervous.

"Why, Pa?"tanya Mbak Retno di sebrang.

I smiled flirtatiously. Crawled slowly towards Mas Hendra who was leaning on the bed. Hendra looked nervous. His face was like a thief who was afraid of getting caught wet.

"I don't know why suddenly my stomach mules...."