Love My Husband for Other Women

medicine in the room

"Would I try to contact Mas Pandu first, so that I am not anxious and bad-minded like this. May I be wrong with my prejudices against my husband, forgive me God." Risma continued to mumble to herself, her mind was really messed up, even today she asked for a change of ship with her friend, reasoned that she was not feeling well, even though his mind is really fucked by the prejudice of the affair of the husband.

The night passed just like that, unable to close his eyes, sudden feelings were not bad, not to mention the mind was chaotic about the prejudices of the change in her husband's attitude.

Risma rose from her soft mattress, a room that bears silent witness to her relationship with her husband, a room very rarely visited by Pandu. Even a month is uncertain.

Pandu prefers to sleep on the mattress in front of the television with his children.

But because of his devotion, because of his obedience and because of his great love for Pandu, Risma willingly survived even though his heart was full of wounds with a cold attitude guide in bed relationship.

"Ah, why my head this late likes to arrive dizzy, and the body suddenly limp. Maybe because I have too many thoughts." Risma suddenly felt a dizziness that hit her head, and her nape felt heavy and stiff, even her body also felt weak with cold sweat that made her body feel an unusually uncomfortable sensation. But with all his might Risma forced to stay awake and flushed his body with cold water, then perform the obligations of his two rakaat.

After completing the obligation of morning prayer, Risma walked slowly to the kitchen, took a piece of fresh bread covered with peanut butter, ate it little by little. Despite the bland taste in his mouth, Risma still forced him to fill his stomach before taking the headache reliever he used to drink.

"Mom Risma is sick? her face was pale, and she looked so limp!" suddenly, the mother of Rome appeared and brought a garbage basket from the outside, maybe it was out of garbage.

"Again dizzy mbak, discharged in the minumi medicine also healed again, so this again wedge the stomach with bread. Is the child awake?" Sahut Risma was calm and tried to act ordinary, hiding all the restless and restless in her heart.

"Had Ma'am, they were in front of the television looking at the cartoon, still five, he said he would take a shower at six. Here I want to make breakfast. Miss Risma wants to make what breakfast?" reply Romlah and a little anxious to see his master look pale and like a lot of burden of mind.

"Bikin for children only mbak, they ask to make breakfast what?

If I am easy, then want to buy pecel while leaving for work." said Risma sure and still looks calm and firm.

Romlah immediately turned his head and looked doubtfully at Risma, he felt anxious to see Risma who looked pale and limp but still forced to go to work.

"They just ask to make fried eggs with soy sauce Mom, do you want me to buy rice pecel in front of it? let me buy it." Romlah offered to buy pecel rice in the alley in front of the complex that is famous for being delicious and so Pandu subscription.

Risma clamped, his mind was immediately fixed on Pandu who until now had not contacted him.

"Yes mbak, no papa if not troublesome. But first make breakfast for children yes, and later all buy sambal overlap, who knows mas pandu go home, it's his favorite food." sahut Risma held the pain in his heart but tried to stay strong and fine.

After finishing the bread, Risma took headache medicine and met her children in the family room with a plate filled with rice and fried eggs sprinkled with sweet soy sauce on it.

"Well, what's this mama's son again?" greeting Risma to her two children who immediately turned their heads after hearing her voice.

"For mama." greet the two children of Risma with her carefree face.

"Watch what, son?" risma continued to repeat the question that had not been answered by her two children.

"Open Ipin, Ma. Again exciting!" replied Galang enthusiastically and diyakan by his brother.

It didn't take long, the rice on the plate was empty. Love and Galang are indeed children who are fond of eating and never fuss with whatever food is served. That is what makes them have a fat and healthy body.

"Didn't work?" Love asked with her innocent face.

"Work, later departing all together with school love, mother who intervenes." reply Risma gently lovingly and instantly make Love scream pleasure.

"Yasudah Cinta shower first, continue to be ready, mama will also change clothes. Galang later just the same mbk Romlah yes, the school, will enter a little afternoon." continued Risma gave understanding to her little son, who was still in the paud, school not far from home as well.

"Yes, mom!" sahut Galang adorable.

At seven past ten minutes, the new guide arrived home. And the house looked lonely, only Romlah and Galang were preparing to go to school.

"Yes, papa's home!" Galang yelled happily when he saw his papa car entering the yard.

Pandu got out of the car with a bag of crackle filled by by and handed it to Romlah to keep it into the house.

"Sleeping, madam. Already on the go? Mom, come in in the morning, okay?" Pandu asked his ART by carrying Galang in his carrier.

"Yes, sir! Bu Risma went to work together to take Mbak Cinta to school. But it was like she was not well, her face looked pale, like a sick person." Romlah said what was true to Pandu, and made the guide wrinkle his face.

"ill? how to get to work?" a guide with an unfathomable expression.

"Yes, it was fitting I asked, the mother said that if only dizzy, taking medicine would be cured. But why do I see the mother limp and pale is that sir, afraid of why mother why." Romlah reply with a worried face, thought with Risma who had looked to endure pain but tried to be okay.

"Yes, let me call her Miss Risma later. Thanks mbak, already told." reply to the quiet guide and bring down Galang from his carrier.

"School gutters are just like Romlah yes, papa wants to be ready to go to the office. But by noon you're back home, Papa promises to be home by noon and we'll play together, okay?"

Pandu gave understanding to his little hero, and Galang nodded in understanding without much protest from his tiny lips.

"Is Risma sick? why keep forcing yourself into work. Let me call and ask you directly for the situation." Pandu muttered softly and again stepped towards his room and saw that there were some medicines scattered on his wife's dressing table.

"What medicine is this? Since when does Risma take this medicine?

Oh my God why I never knew." Pandu is stuck and feels guilty, because of one house but does not know what happened to his wife.

With anxious feelings Pandu grabbed his phone and pressed Risma's contact number with a thumping chest accompanied by a feeling of guilt.