Kapok Became an Actor
Chapter 17 The beginning of Mira's heartbreak
From the arrival of Adrian and Sinta until they came home, until Mother came home, Mas Lengga has not returned. I tried to contact him a few times. But his phone turned off. There was no other activity than thinking about my husband. Before, I hadn't thought so far. What property can change a husband?
After giving birth, not the attention I get, quite the opposite. Want to complain to Mom? I'm obviously embarrassed. In this weak state, I have to take care of my son alone. As a result, all night, I only thought about Mas Lengga, it was like eating liver. My head hurts, lackluster, limp and uninspired. Want to get angry, want to make a mockery, want to ask for the past week, where is he? What he does, and who. I really want to tear Mas Lengga's face apart.
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Crc ….
The sound of the door opened, waking up my sleep while giving breast to my daughter. I removed my breasts from her mouth and walked slowly towards the living room. All the lights in the house are out, so it feels quite dark. But, the whisper of the voice I can still hear though quietly. And the shadow of a person can still be slightly visible. Because of the light beam of the lamp from the neighboring terrace.
"Mas Lengga," I said as he entered sneaking while looking right left, then pulled someone.
"Be careful" he said, holding someone's hand. It seems, woman, because I can see the flickering of the hair from the light of the cell phone that the woman was holding.
The woman continued to wrestle spoiled, and tore my husband's neck.
After entering, they sat in the living room chair, I was still standing behind the display cabinet, wanting to witness what they were doing. Mas Lengga was completely unaware if I stood watching him. He was busy looking for something on a shelf where the DVD player. Not long after, a bright light appeared from the television. It turned out, Mas Lengga was playing an indecent film. 'Inalilahi wainailaihi rojiun' I covered my mouth with both hands. Tight, piercing pain like a dagger to the heart. What makes me sick more, they dedicate it. I see every scene after scene. Pain, tightness .. hik …
"Stop, honey ... move," he said full of spoiled. The two of them got up from the chair about to step into my room.
Kink …!
Light-up. Mas Lengga and the prostitute looked up to see me standing right in front of them.
Plaque ….!
Plaque ….!
I slapped the two in turn.
"Mira, are you home?" said Mas Lengga while allowing a slight flick of his pants open. It hurts so much I have to watch this happen in front of my eyes. While the woman, justifies the buttons of her shirt and begins to tidy up her long hair.
"You prostitute!" makiku.
"Hey, don't say I'm a bitch, if you're not that different from me!" answer banged me.
Plaque!
I slapped her face back.
"You guys settle this relationship, or I'll report it to the people here!" triaku.
"Can't! I'm pregnant!" cetus the woman.
"Who are you pregnant with?!" Quiescent. "Goat boy! Or A****g child?" I said rudely while looking at Lengga's face. I pulled her who was silent to see our quarrel. I, who was no longer able to hold back my emotions, grabbed my hair and scratched his face until I left a red mark on his smooth face. As for the woman, I took hot water from the dispenser and splashed it into the woman's face while dragging it out of my house. I no longer cared about the stomach ache caused by the caesarean, I forcefully kicked the woman's buttocks, then went back in and closed the door and locked her from the inside.
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The woman's business is done, I'm also satisfied to pour hot water right on her face. My anger didn't stop there. I went back to Mas Lengga with a cheap look full of hatred. I don't care about the sound of crying from my daughter. But now the sound is disturbing. As fast as lightning, I took the pacifier and gave it to Delisa until she fell silent again and went to sleep.
"I'm sorry, Mira said Mas Lengga when I approached him again.
"I'm sorry? Sorry you said?" I came back and grabbed her hair. Right ... I'm like a man of fidelity with a knife in my hand.
"I'm sorry I won't repeat it. I'm just tired of your attitude!" He kept dodging as I kept getting closer.
"Fuck me sorry! Where was your brain when I needed my husband! You're having an affair with a prostitute!" pekiku's. Tears kept pouring down this cheek.
"You have the heart, Mas" I said as I dropped the knife I was holding. Mas Lengga approached and was about to hug me. But I avoided it. I feel disgusted ….
It turned out like this it felt on my side, only then did I know the pain of the woman I had called her husband. I'm aware of who I used to be, maybe it's karma for me. True, someone who has dared to cheat, does not rule out the possibility of him cheating again. I've been an actor, if I finally have to meet the actor.
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What was my life story after this incident? Will my karma still be there or will it be enough to get here? Believe me, I am in tremendous pain tonight. Pain scars, not much with the scratches of wounds that have been incised by Mas Lengga. Nothing is eternal from the results of taking people's property, yes it is true. Like I didn't get a reply. Could it be that sorry Mas Lengga was real? Or just a mirage?
