I'm your Husband's Second Woman

Part 3 Confused

Mas Hendra Pov's

I stared at the screen of the phone it started to blacken. I hope someone replies to the message I sent. There's no reply. Has he slept? The clock still shows at number nine. Still too late, usually he would say good night at hours like this. Or just pouring a taste of kangen in the form of writing.

The face of the girl I married secretly, the more the day drifted in the mind. His smile, the laughter that made those beautiful eyes formed a straight line. Sometimes special treatment, when I was with Retno fantasizing about the girl.

Akhs! It feels like a dream. Suddenly I decided to remarry while my relationship with Retno-my wife, was fine.

Sometimes I feel myself, asshole. Hurt the woman who was together fifteen years. Without complaining even demands anything in the relationship. So patient to take care of the children without my intervention. I feel so sinful.

At almost forty, I was able to get all. A good career with material. After all, it was all thanks to the Retno prayer. Retno who always accompanies the difficult pleasure of life. From the beginning when I was a building porters then got sympathy from a contractor to handle a housing development project. Then it can be someone who has a lot of investors from big people.

Because the projects I handle are not only in Jakarta or surrounding areas, even outside the city and even outside the island. Makes me have to leave the house often for days even to months. Because it is already a risk of work that demands to be quickly completed.

Aulia ... The girl I married secretly. When I got a job contract that wanted to make a housing in a swamp area in Surabaya. Because all from zero, the job takes a long time. Five years. And I have to go home once a month to see my wife and kids, a year from the start to work on the project. After that, in a month or two months, I came just to correct their work.

Although the work is done by many parties who master their respective fields. I feel responsible for knowing the work path and the planned outcome. I hope the results are satisfactory and the investors will appoint me again when there is a better job.

Aulia ... The girl who is no longer young. He was three-headed when I first knew him. A tall girl, white, narrow-eyed. I guess she is a girl of Chinese descent. Turns out I was wrong, he was a native of Java who came from the village.

Aulia had the responsibility of sending her sisters to school because her father had a stroke. He had to forget the days that left him. Thirty years old is the most worrying for an unmarried girl. They will be called old virgins. And it was already on her when she met me.

I remember the first time I met Aulia. In a mall in Surabaya. At that time he was working in a famous mobile phone gallery. His face was friendly with a delicate word. When he smiles suddenly my fur shudders. I can see ghosts. Exact same. I can only look in amazement. Almost even gawking.

"Om, what kind of model do you look for?" aulia asked me in shock. I smiled amusedly.

Aulia smiled at my behavior that was like Abg.

Covering the embarrassment, I pretended to observe the phone with various shapes and colors lined up in the storefront hanging on the wall.

"Just a second! I want to look around first," I said flatly.

Bizarrely. My heart rate rhymed, as Aulia started promoting the phone she was selling. The thin mouth with the pink lipstick color made my blood rustle. Moreover, the aroma of perfume as well as being inhaled in the nose makes something wake up without being ruled.

Shitt's!

Men's instincts can't see the good stuff. However, all this time I have never been tempted even if they offer themselves. With this girl something I never imagined suddenly drowned.

Two years, a long time for a struggle to get her heart, before she finally accepts me. At first he always dodged me when I visited the gallery. Just want to get close to this girl I even buy a new phone every month. I don't know how many phones I collect and then I give it to my relatives.

"Where's the phone, Om?" ask Aulia astonished. Just last month, I bought a new phone.

"Fall in the got" I answered accordingly. Aulia laughing. Showing well-groomed white teeth.

"Ran, I'm the same Om. Throw the money well. Buy a cell phone. What is the wife's shopping money?" cerocosnya. Maybe he felt uncomfortable with my always watching attitude.

"Don't wife one, wife five I can take care of" I replied quickly. Aulia curled her lips downwards. His attitude makes me curious to keep fighting to conquer his heart.

"You're listing?" godaku.

"Well," he replied.

The simple, indifferent nature sometimes sucks me overwhelmed to approach him. Many times he rejected me, many times I was more interested in getting it. When I was with Aulia, I felt a world filled with debauchery. The imagination that sometimes with Retno, I can't get it. But with Aulia, something long-sinking suddenly rose again. This is called the second puberty.

Clunting!

There's an incoming message. I'll see who the owner of the message is. Aulias.

[Please divorce your wife or leave me.]

Suddenly my heart stopped beating. My eyes stared at the writing. I wish my eyes were tired. What does this message mean?

Divorce.

The patient Retno, her words always make adem, make anger just a regret for me. Him, the perfect wife.

Aulia ... Didn't you know my status from the beginning. I never lie for a relationship. And you want to, even if it's the second one. But now, you're demanding me to choose.

Choose the mother of my children or choose you whom I have fought for two years.

Stuck up.

With two hard choices. I can't possibly let go of Retno and the kids. To me, they're everything. My life started with them. I love you, Aulia. Hugely. But if you have to choose one. Really, I'm not ready.

I find the spirit of life when I am with you. A spirit that has long been extinguished and you turn it on again. I'll be quiet again if I have to let you go. Back to doing bland routine without any pounding and soft-volume electric shock, in my day.

I closed my eyes casting away the shadow that was about to happen. Retno's feelings were hurt when my sir's wedding was exposed and chose to go with the children. I'm happy with a new spirit but obviously I'm going to lose someone who truly loves me.

I think my head suddenly throbbed. As if it were about to explode. This is what I don't like, when the situation starts to crumble. Why is it this short? The happiness that begins to rise must sink again.

Kreeksk.

The door opened, I saw Retno step in. Detachable blue hijab dongker and left his hair loose. At the age of thirty-seven, the face did not look old, even more elegant. The woman I once adored and still the same, although in this heart also tucked the same feeling for other women.

Selfish. Yeah, correct. Maybe I was too selfish.

Retno approached me who was sitting leaning against the bed.

"Why not sleep?" tanya Retno started to massage my feet. My chest is like being hit by a big hammer. Retno, if you knew, would you be the same? The attentive retno. Will you forgive me?

"Is papa sick?"

I'm shaking.

Retno smiled and sat down to face me. His head is on his chest. Wrapped his hands around my waist.

"Maap, yeah. I fell asleep in Rara's room, " said Retno. I kissed Retno's old forehead." Oh....!"

"Ehmm.." I reply briefly.

"Rara wants a sister."

"What mama is not overwhelmed with children ... If you get pregnant again."

It's not a problem I don't want to but three kids who are too small. The first child who was twelve years old and sat on the bench seven.We had not had a baby for two years in marriage. The second child, aged eight, still sits in third grade elementary school. The little one, Rara, was four years old. They're all girls.

"I want to have a babyboy, Pa." his mummy started to provoke desire by kissing my chest.

"For me, same Ma. Male or female. They're my kids. "

"But I want to." spoiled Retno started unbuttoning my shirt. I smile. Retnoku. You remain primary to me. Always was.

When I started kissing Retno's forehead. Aulia's face suddenly flashed. The desire that was built was a mess because of discomfort . Terrified. Guilt and I don't know.blend into one.

I'm sorry, Retno. I don't want to do anything, when my mind is filled with other women. I will feel guilty for you. Excuse me. Sorry, I'm really sorry.

"Not now, yes, Ma. Make ...." I held that tiny hand. Retno's lips pursed, "Returned from surabaya, yes. I'm tired today. Not tocker."

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Retno laughed at my waist. Cuddling. Smell at my chest over and over again.

"I love you.... Very," he whispered, "never duet me, I can be ruined."

Astarghfirullahazim aposchland.