I'm your Husband's Second Woman

Part 8 Kissing the Smell of Betrayal

Mas Hendra Pov's

"Mr ...!" call Retno lirih. I put my phone on the bedside table. But before that I deleted all the WAs I sent and received from Aulia. Retno crawled up to the bed and slept close to my body.

"Ehm ..." I said the face looked up at the ceiling. Expressionless. I'm stunned. Normally, he would hug and then let his head sleep on my shoulder. Playing with wild hair in the armpits. Even with the anxiety in the smell that sometimes makes you sick. But , Retno liked the smell of my body which she said made me miss.

"You, Ma!" I said one day. When we both miss. Because for days I didn't come home, working on a project that immediately asked to be completed out of town. Retno did not stay away and even more drowned her face in the fold.

"This is what makes me addicted." explained Retno with a sparkling face. Strange, I thought. Many people who close their noses smell this smell, even Retno kayak kiss the smell of roasted chicken. Also, look at the nose plosotan cool sniffing - sniffy. I laughed amusedly at the fun of Retno who is sometimes very exotic.

"Bau Papa ngangenin ...," he said spoiled with a blushed face. And one more habit, knowing I was going out of town to stay over work on a project, the reason I gave her. I stayed at Aulia's house. The clothes I wore last night, the morning was definitely not washed. Just leave it in bed until I get home.

" why?" manya curious.

"So I see Papa here, with the smell on the shirt" Retno explained.

I don't know! Pleased or even sad. Seeing him who loves so much, I deceive and betray his true love. That's what sometimes makes me claustrophobic, imagining that great love will be ruined when this deception is exposed.

I can't imagine what it would be like when that period of destruction came. I can't see the pain. Akhs! Be ill. Obviously pain.

"Woman who was taken by Mr. Setiawan?" retno's question immediately brought me to the conscious. I frowned, a sign of not understanding. Trying to understand the direction of the conversation.

"His new wife is Mr. Setiawan" I replied at last. Retno seemed to think. Seen from his forehead shriveled with his eyeballs running everywhere. "Why?"

"Not his wife Mr. Setiawan, Ms. Sasmi," argued Retno tilted her body to face me. The eagle's eyes began to ask for certainty, "So they're divorced?"

"Who said they're divorced."

"So?"

"Bu Sasmi knows. Just pretending not to know," I explained while tilting the body facing Retno. I saw Retno's eye-widening expression, then her facial water changes that tend to harden.

"Setiawan's name, uh! Genuinely greedy men," wrathful emotions. There were flashes of anger there. His hand twisted the end of the pillow violently. I shudder, scared. It was just another person, his anger was like a tiger losing a child. Then how will the response be if the betrayal is exposed?

"If you were in Sasmi's position, what would you do?" I'm a little scared. The words came out very slowly, hoping that he would not listen. But on the other hand, I hope he hears and gives me the answers I expect. Approval, maybe.

There's no answer. It even seems to close its eyes. Mercifully. At least I won't hear a scary answer. Sure. The part of him is me. And the answer I know without having to ask.

Sounds heavy. As if it existed. Skin a painful heart. This unreal feeling is only the call of the heart of a woman who feels the pain of another woman being hurt. What if the pain itself? Is it just this or even more outrageous.

"I'm not that strong, Pa," replied Retno softly starting to open her eyes but gazing far away, "If Papa gets bored, just return me to mother's house. I'm okay. But never marry me from the outside. My love can die."

The deg! Nah, kan. What did I say?

Retno looked at me long ago. As if looking for something from the mind. I don't know. Those eyes slumped sharply right in my heart. Making an anxious rhythm overdue great. 'Don't-don't Retno begin to suspect' my inner self.

I gave a smile as comfortable as possible. Eliminate the effects of fear that begins to arise in the face. This chest feels beating beyond the beat, until the breath feels at the end of the throat.

I swallowed spit. Pressing the increasingly pounding scares me of being caught red-handed. Trying to be as natural as possible, but the eagle's eyes did not stop watching as if I was******* that was being introverted.

I blew those eyes. Trying to flirt with curliness.

"Don't think about it" I whispered softly. Kissed her long forehead. Trying to calm his mood. There was a sense of regret for having provoked the conversation in that direction. Doesn't this trap yourself into a trap. Even though I want to know what answer he's going to give you ? He didn't want to share and that's clear.

Retno still looks silent. His face was still flat with his mind. I don't know! It felt too deep in that mind to be immersed. I'm afraid I'll be stuck with the current if I continue in this situation. I have to quell that turmoil.

'Ah 'Akh! Fuck !' rfor me in my heart.

I pull his head in the shoulder fold. He was silent without rejection.

"I said you don't have to think about it like that. It's coming true, lo," my god is trying to melt the tension I created myself. Stupid me? Women are asked to share? Yep. Clearly withdraw.

Retno did not answer. Even stretched out a body and stared far unattainable. It seemed that his heart was so clouded, exhaling repeatedly as if expelling something painful in his shadow.

"promise! There's no second between us." Something squeezed my heart so hard that the pain made my chest feel tight.