I'm your Husband's Second Woman

Part 5 is mine

Aulia Pov

"If Ms Retno told me to choose between me and her, who would you choose, Mas?"

Mas Hendra again frowned. Slowly release the handle and turn to face the other direction. Back behind me.

"I don't want to let you go, Aulia." Hendra paused for a moment, exhaled a very long breath and bit his lower lip. But I also still want Retno to stay in her position."

I'm choked. It felt like the heart was punched hard and then trampled. Crumbed. It's clear, I won't be able to match the position of Ms Retno. Am I just the second woman?. It will remain second. And hope to win the position of Mbak Retno. Your dreams, Aulia.

"Who are you, my mother!" I screamed with a stifled cry. I feel defeated by a heart that is fragile again. Should I cry for my destiny? Demanding something that is definitely not mine. I feel defeated. It turns out that the person I wanted to get rid of, his position was already firmly entrenched .

Then should I let myself continue to be hurt. Expecting nothingness. There is a clear certainty of an answer without having to ask.  No ! I don't want to keep hurting myself. I also have the right to sue him, not just Retno. I'm also his wife, though only siri married. For God, it is lawful in His eyes.

I pulled my legs inside my body, wrapped my hands around the two, let my forehead touch my neck, and then I let the cheering tears come back down. Stuffy. Regrets came back.

I guess, I can live out my destiny as a second woman. Turns out I was wrong. Sharing love with another woman, it hurts a lot. And I gave up.

"Whatever ... clearly, I need certainty. I have to choose between me and Retno" I asked with my face set on my thigh. I want these lips to scream. As hard as possible so that the tightness becomes lost. Because I know, who is the winner? Who should be chosen and left behind. I-i know.

Hendra was silent. Pulling the body to stand. The sound of a cell phone rang inside the pocket of the light brown shirt he was wearing. Not picked up that phone. Usually he will hint the forefinger to the mouth, when he knows the owner of the caller. Is he beginning to appreciate my feelings? I don't know ....

"We pray istiqorah first, after night. Because we have to involve God for this big decision. After that, I will accept your decision. Survive or leave." 

There was the sound of Mas Hendra walking towards the door, then stopped. I pulled a face trying to stare at the man of the heart. Her sad eyes looked at me with sadness. A drop of tears represented his bleeding heart.

I'm being. Seeing the tears fall without a fight. My Hendraku is crying. Who are those tears for? 

"Whatever your decision is, you should know! Aulias. I really love you. "

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The sound of the deting spoon clashing on the plate is now a favorite song in these three days. Mas Hendra just kept quiet, looking at me without a word. There was no whisper of love that he always threw. A small successful kiss makes the desire soar. A gentle touch that almost makes me overwhelmed to forget when visiting time runs out.

Nothing, I miss his behavior. My heart is so tight. I don't know! There was something empty, seemed to be lost somewhere.  It was in one bed, but the heart flew in the other direction. No warm hugs, hypnotic wild kisses. There is only a dying heart filled with longing. I want it, a treatment that drives me crazy.

This love makes me feel weak. Want to be the only one, but what power that place is already inhabited by other women. The rest of the little empty space offered but made my heart stuffy, run out of oxygen.

Can I run? While the heart is left in his grasp. Can I forget and find a replacement? But the heart and mind are named after him. Nelangsa. This is the destiny I wrote myself. In the end, I gave up in the name of love.

"What's your decision, now?" mas Hendra asked to break the silence that was created. I was still silent, staring at the yellow rice favorite food of the beloved man. Toying with those circles by swiping them around and there was no appetite to put them in his mouth. Actually the worms in the stomach have been dancing since earlier, but what power, the mouth is reluctant to compromise.

I'm looking. Brave to arrange a man of heart. The chest rustled warmly as the man threw a smile. There's a lot of love there. And also here, in my heart, keep saying his name. I want to run immediately to meet that sturdy chest. As I often do, when I find out he's at the door to visit for a few days.

I miss so much. Longs. Oh ... Lord. Can I have that guy for a few days. The time he set aside to meet. However, there was a woman waiting for his return.

"Here are a few more days" I said at last. Mas Hendra frowned.

"For?"

"To make up for our three days that passed," I replied hesitantly without looking at the eyeballs that kept watching.

Uh! It felt that when those words were thrown there was a sense of relief, there was also a sense of regret. But this love trumps the sense that there is, even the logic and the feeling that there are other women who will be hurt 

Mas Hendra widened his eyes, looking at me with excitement.

"meaning?"

I nodded and smiled, convincing. Mas Hendra hurriedly, stepped quickly towards me. Holding my hips, pulled up and then turning my body.

Lookie! The man was happy. He laughed like a child who had just bought a toy. I played my body repeatedly.

"How!" my peek. Suddenly my feet hurt by something. Mas Hendra was surprised, immediately lowered the body .

"Sorry," he said grudgingly while crouching at my reddened legs, gently rubbed. I smile. My guy.

"I love you, Mas" I said softly. Hendra turned to look at me. He lifted his body to height. The face with the chin split was staring at me. His breath swept across my face. The eyes full of desire that I missed these three days saw me filled with happiness.

Mas Hendra swept the distance clean. The lips slowly kissed. Longtime. Then switch on the forehead, in both eyes down back to the lips.

I closed my eyes as her breathing swept through my ears. A large electric shock spread rapidly, generating something that was violently turbulent. "Thank you" she whispered softly.

I felt my body sway slowly. The chest filled with soft fur was already between the faces. And I like it. The warm embrace that I missed these three days, can now be felt again. His feet walked towards the room with his body in a sling. Right now I just want you, Mom. Only thou.

You're mine, Mas.