Love My Husband for Other Women

power the officer's legitimate wife

"Mas left for the office first, at three I'll be back here to pick you up. Rest, thank you for keeping me fresh." Pandu kissed his second wife's forehead before leaving to go to the office.

Clara took off Pandu with a happy heart.

After Pandu left the hotel room where there was Clara in it. Risma was not far from the room occupied by Clara with a cynical smile.

"Your path, Mas!

Already know I don't like all this, but instead you are determined to go to your woman.

Okay, we're gonna play a little game." Risma muttered softly with slow swaying steps.

Opened his cell phone, confirmed the number that Doctor Abas sent last night.

Last night Abas doctor was attending an invitation at the Merdeka hotel and accidentally saw Pandu. Unbeknownst to Pandu, Abas' doctor followed him until Pandu entered one of the rooms in the Merdeka hotel, then sent it to Risma.

That's why Risma can know the whereabouts of Clara today, and see with her own two eyeballs, a husband who has been fighting for years out of a hotel room in which there are other women. Depressing.

Risma knocked on the door with a feeling that she herself could not understand.

Not long, the door was opened.

"Are you back yet, Mom?" Without seeing who came, Clara confidently thought it was Pandu who returned.

But immediately his mouth was locked, when he saw what was in front of him was not Pandu, but Risma, the first wife of her husband.

Clara looked pale and misbehaved, as her eyes clashed with Risma who was looking at her sharply with a slanted smile from her thin lips.

"May I come in, Ma'am?" Risma started the conversation with a stiff atmosphere.

"Bo Leh, that's it!"

Clara nervously let Risma into her room, still a mess of their former love.

Risma's eyes swept across the room, her heart still feeling pain as her eyes stared at the messy looking sprai.

Clara noticed Risma's gaze and immediately misbehaved.

"Sorry, it's still a mess, haven't had time to tidy up."

Clara opened her voice nervously and saw her face paled.

"Is that how good you are to play? Until you don't have time to clean the sheets?

How's it feel?

My husband favors, doesn't he, mbak?"

Oh yeah I forgot, he's your husband too?

How does it feel to be in a relationship over a wife's wounds, is your instinct as a woman dead?"

Risma stared intently at Clara who was looking down deeply, drowning her face with hardened tears.

"Surprisingly, does the usurper now always feel hurt when the rightful wife finds out about her husband's affair?

I should have cried, though,. Not you?"

Clara raised her head and ventured to look back at Risma who was seen smiling cynically towards her, with a look of disdain.

"It's not my fault, ma'am!

So don't blame me. I love Mas Pandu sincerely and can accept this marriage, sharing my heart with you, the woman present for the matchmaking, not love.

Let Mas Pandu be with me, because we have that love, which your marriage does not have. I'm saying, if Mas Pandu had more time with you guys."

Plaque! Plaque!

Risma slapped both of Clara's cheeks with a boiling heart. Not to apologize but instead dare to organize and seem to justify his behavior that has damaged the fence ayu under the pretext of love, bulshit!

"You don't ever judge my marriage with your dirty mouth!

You said love, sincerity and iklas. Because you know who Mas Pandu is right now. An officer who has a big salary and is able to live up to your life, right?

But will you still say, Love, sincere and adlas, after Mas Pandu no longer have a big salary and can suffice your life?

Upz, there you're going to leave him."

Risma smiled wryly with an unusual look on the woman who looked at her disliked.

"Enough!

Don't insult me, madam!

I accept Mas Pandu, because I really love him and it is sincere, without seeing his rank and wealth." said Clara loudly with tears flowing from both eyes.

"Good!

Okay, I'm holding your word. Because after this, it will manifest. You will love a man of no rank and no wealth." Reply to the haughty Risma with an evil grin.

"What do you mean, mbak?" reply Clara was confused, not understanding what Risma said.

"Tomorrow you'll know what I mean. And thank you for loving my husband for who he is, even without any living money. And one more thing, thank you, you've replaced me serving him in bed, but I'm sorry I can't give you a share in terms of living. Congratulations, you won for your love. But I have held the honor of being the legal wife of an Aditama Pandu officer and have the right to receive his entire salary. Love is not important to me, because hunger will not be full just by eating love.

Excuse me and welcome to your hard day after this."

After being satisfied to say all his thoughts, Risma again stepped out of the hotel room, with a wry smile etched on her thin lips.

His elegant manner, without having to behave bar bar and simply reply to an actor by dropping his pride and mentality, it was much more painful than poking and hitting.

Clara was glued, with an empty mind. Trying to digest every sentence thrown by Risma.

"Will he report the Pandu mas to his superiors?

If true, what about the fate of my marriage to Mas Pandu?

Oh my God why it must be this complicated, how if Mas pandu fired, surely he will be very hit and down. So selfish of the woman, it's worth it, Mas Pandu never loved her. Argh shit!"

Clara screamed and ruffled her hair violently, anxious and also upset mixed into one. There hasn't been a month of her marriage with Pandu, but it's been forged so complicated problems. His mind wandered with various possibilities that would happen. The more thought will make him tormented by anxiety.

"I have to tell Mas Pandu that his wife came to see me and threatened me with a word of pain. Let Mas Pandu know what kind of woman he married. Greedy and selfish!"

Clara took her phone and dialed Pandu's number, but repeatedly called, never lifted by Pandu.

"Argh, where the hell is Mas Pandu?

this situation again, is hard to contact. Do not let the woman control all that belongs to Mas Pandu, I am also his wife, I also deserve to earn a living from my husband. Just beware, if the woman takes all, I won't stay silent."

Clara continued to grumble with her chest rumbling in annoyance, until she was unaware of who she was and her position that the institution did not recognize.

As hard as he fought for his rights, he would still lose to the power of an officer's legitimate wife whose name was already recorded and recognized.