I'm your Husband's Second Woman

Part 16 Stories of the Past

Aulia Pov's

Gosh darn. He's Ramon. Temen near me when we first met in Surabaya.

"Ray!" my broom. The man I called his name widened his eyes.

"Yes ... Aulia' right?" sambar Ramon fast. Then reached out to help me to stand up, "Why is it here? You work here tho."

I smiled hearing all the questions. Ramon, it's still the same as it used to be. Good and understanding. Seen from the way to help without having to know who the person is.

"I'm with my husband" I replied. Suddenly Ramon's face looked grim.

"You're married?" ask Ramon lirih.

"Yes, exactly eight months ago," I explained. My eyes surround me. I remember, six years ago I got word about Ramon's wedding. However, no woman approached us.

"Where's your wife?" manya curious.

The one being questioned was silent. Then step towards the floor guardrail. I followed that step.

"He went with another man" he replied slowly. His hand rests on the iron guardrail. His face looked down at the people below the first floor. I felt sadness in her eyes, even though she tried to hide the lara, I knew she was devastated.

"Why?" tanyaku. Realizing the mistake, I immediately shut my mouth. "Sorry .. I didn't mean to remind you."

Ramon looked and tried to smile.

"It's okay. That's an old story. Now what matters is how I give Rizal happiness."

"Rizal?" my many. Ramon nodded.

"A handsome boy" he laughed. There was a happy twinkle in those round eyes. A smile that never stops when you say it.

"It must be very handsome like his father," I said. He smiled widely, making a small hole in the corner of his lips. Sweet. "Where is he now?"

"In Java. I put my father's mother. I can't possibly bring it here. More time at the job site keeps me from having much time to take care of it."

I wonder, how hard is it to take care of a child alone? Is it so heavy? Akh, tetiba flash of face Mbak Retno mastered. Sweat sweat poured down without anyone helping.

"Where's your husband?" ramon's question roused me from daydreams. Akhs! There's no way I'd tell you the truth, if my husband was in his first wife.

"Work," I answered lying. No way, I told you he's now at the old wife's house. Definitely Raymon will accuse me of being a man's husband. Even if it's the truth, but I don't want anyone to know the truth. Everyone I know should know, I'm his first and only wife.

Close to Raymon again, I remembered the past. Then we unconsciously began to tell stories again massalu together. Him, my ex. When we were both working in the same mall, only different shops. We've had a serious relationship. Unfortunately, when Raymon asked me to get married, I would rather break up with him. Because I still have the responsibility of paying for my sister's school. When marriage is established, we will certainly focus more on our own family and of course, we will sacrifice the responsibilities that have been assumed to change other responsibilities.

Raymon was rumored to be from one of my friends getting married. She was betrothed by her mother in the village. I don't know, I felt like a stupid woman at the time. Even blaming yourself for not wanting to be in a relationship with a man anymore.

I was in shock over the news of Raymon getting married, crying so much on the edge of a bridge a housing estate that had just been built. My contract place did cross that bridge, because I didn't want my friends to know the truth, that I still had feelings for Raymon.

This is where my meeting with Mas Hendra started. Mas Hendra was walking out of the housing through the bridge, right where I was crying. At that time the lights were only at the end of the road, so in the middle it looked dark let alone there was a large tree that hung on the outside of the bridge.

She was shocked to hear the crying voice of a woman. Hendra shouted to ask who. Of course, I instantly fell silent and stood up suddenly in front of him. Seeing me, Mas Hendra stuttered, afraid.

"Who?" Hendra walked backwards. My sad feeling suddenly wanted to laugh when Mas Hendra tried to run without looking back again. Then we met again, when he was visiting at the counter, where I worked. That's where the beginning of closeness that should never have happened.

The first time I saw him, I just laughed at him for what happened on the bridge. He just smiled hiding his shame, then at times he always observed in silence. Often waiting at the end of the bridge when leaving and returning to work.

At first, I was troubled by his always-observing attitude. Because from the beginning, he had told me that he had married. However, this sense just suddenly came, slipping into the chest as the place stood empty. I miss seeing her smile. I miss him walking beside me without a word.

Mas Hendra is not a typical positilan guy. He rarely spoke, but when the voice came out, there would be a lot of romance in his sentence. His attention and help for all the problems I had, made this heart melt away instantly. Two years is not a short time for proof. I saw how much he really wanted to make me a part of his life.

I gave up on rejecting his presence. Yeah, I started falling in love and leaning on her life. Although, I know it right. Who is Mas Hendra?

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"Thank you, for dinner, "I said. When it comes down on the back seat of his Kawasaki. Ramon nodded slowly. Looking at the dark rented house because the house lights have not been turned on. Bi Munah must have come home from this afternoon. Usually the woman will only clean the house only during the day. When he's done, he'll say goodbye to going home.

"Your husband hasn't come home yet?" tanya Ramon opened the glass of his binocular helmet. He's still sitting on the bike. I smiled, assented.

"Not yet, but don't stop by, yeah. I'm afraid the neighbors misunderstand me," I replied a little afraid that Ramon would be offended.

"Yes, I go home first, yeah." she said, covering her helmet. However, he suddenly paused it, then turned again towards me. "Your numbers are the same, right?"

I nodded slowly. He smiled and took his vehicle off.

Akh ... My feet refused to step inside. It is painful and self-saturated.

Viewed from the terrace, the middle room of the house looks bright. As I remember, the lights were all out.

Is it possible that Bi Munah lit up? Or maybe not ....

Crick. Suddenly the front door opened.

"Oh ... So it's like it's your behavior if I'm not home!" The words of a person with a somewhat shrill voice from the newly opened door room from inside