I'm your Husband's Second Woman

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[Mas... I'm kangen.]

I sent Wa to Mas Hendra. It's been two weeks, he hasn't visited me. I miss having to strangle my neck. When the taste came, my chest felt tight. Only the outpouring of crying that was able to be present swept the dry heart.

I try to make peace with the longing.  To soften the anger that always drives instinct. Apparently, I can't share. Then is Mas Hendra's wife ready to share if only he knew this reality. That her husband has remarried to me. Yep. With me.

Does Mas Hendra's wife have to know? Yep. She should also know that she is not the only one who needs a husband. But, me too. I need my husband too. The husband is also her husband.

Nah! No, Aulia. His wife can't know the truth.

Remember, Aulia! Whoareyou? You're only second. Don't demand too much! Just watch your destiny. Didn't you know from the beginning about your husband's status? And who should give up here is .. you, Aulia. Not Mas Hendra's wife.

Did you see another woman destroyed? Are you the reason for this long pain? You're sick, that woman must be sicker. The wound is deeper. Surely you can imagine the wound if you position yourself with the position he is now.

I sobbed. I need to feel this miss alone. Don't you miss me, Mommy?

Our marriage is almost five months old. And you only visited ten times.  It should be, this is when we are truly happy. Feel the warm togetherness like a newly married couple. But actually. I'm here myself. With painful longing.

I was overwhelmed by my daydream. When my phone rings. I got a name on that screen.

Mas Hendra's.

Is this really the one who sent the message .. him?

I was thrilled. I'll pick up that smart thing right away. When communication starts to connect. That sounds so crowded. There were the voices of little children and the voices of women.

With a slight tremble, I opened my voice.

[Assynoltx.]

[Outdated.] Relaxed reply. I'm choked. After that, Mas Hendra returned my greetings. Has he told his wife this relationship.

There was a little bit of pleasure enveloping the heart. Thinking when consent is likely to occur.

[When did you come here?] I asked without a stale base. There were no strange questions from his wife about who this man was contacting. It is clear that the voice of Retno's mother is not far from her current position.

There was no sound of sadness there. There was even a happy laugh as their children chattered, telling stories of koyolan in school.

[Maybe tomorrow the day after tomorrow.] Mas Hendra replied calmly. [I have to ask permission first with the big lady ..].

Big madam...! That's Mas Hendra's favorite call to Mbak Retno. Then why is Mas Hendra so calm when talking to me? Is it true that this hidden relationship is already known to his wife.

If Mbak Retno is this calm and also Mas Hendra. Could Retno have agreed to our relationship. This marriage no longer needs to be hidden.

Yess!

I want to fly so happy.

Akhs! I happy.

[Ok. I will handle the Marga Indah housing project ... My boss's mom is beautiful

Project!

My Boss is beautiful!

What does....

....Tickets to Surabaya have been booked for the day after tomorrow. Maybe I'll be there for two-three days so prepare the hotel too, huh.Bu My Boss Beautiful.]

Damt it !

[Father will go again]. Retno's voice approaching.

[Nih, I was called to tour the project in surabaya ma the beautiful boss]. Mas Hendra kalem. [It's not long, Ma. At least two-three days if smooth ..].

I feel uncomfortable hearing their romance. My chest suddenly felt pain.

I deliberately exhaled as hard as I could. To let Mas Hendra know, I'm still here listening. I don't know.Suddenly my heart suddenly hurt like sliced.

You know, I'm jealous.

[Yes, I've been waiting]. I said with weight. Immediately I said my greetings and turned off the phone without waiting for a reply.

Shitt !

I closed my eyes. My tears can no longer be contained. It has fallen apart.

I feel like I want to scream. Cussing on myself.

You idiot! You idiot! You idiot!

You were tricked, Aulia. Love tricked.

What do you expect from this wedding. Big fraud and of course humiliation. Your great love only looks like a fingernail to him.

I cried roaring. I held my hand against my chest as hard as I could. Time and time again. 

Be ill.

But in it .. more pain.

Klutingg!

I heard a message coming in. Kuraih and start to see who the owner of the message is. Mas Hendra's.

[Jealous, yes.]

I was crying withholding. Bemoan. So sore. The person you love never thinks you exist. Only guyonan material. Tiredness impingement. Runaway.

My sins? When I loved my husband this much. Even if only the second.

My sins? When this jealousy exists. I don't want him to be present. But this jealousy always greets when he is with his wife.

Why did you marry me, Mom? If you love your wife and children. Why do you have to drag me between your happiness ? You made me, the one who sustains life for luxury.

I'd rather step back slowly than continue to be a patient.

I catch my breath. Throw away the tightness that continues to hit the chest.

My choice.

I looked at the phone and started writing something.

[Please divorce your wife or leave me]