Love My Husband for Other Women

Risma's Rejection

"It turns out that it hurts like this to be ignored. I'm sorry Ris! May you forgive me and I promise to mend our relationship, may I begin to love you, for my heart always hurts when you ignore me. Forgive me."

Pandu keeps busy with his own feelings, feeling guilty and sorry that may be too late. Because Risma's heart is completely closed to love and hope, Risma is tired and wants to feel a better life with no Pandu in her dreams and hopes. It's all over with the betrayal that Pandu created.

Continuing to accelerate his car at high speed, Pandu wants to get home and meet Risma. He apologized and said he started loving his wife.

Pandu is willing to do whatever Risma asks, as long as she wants to forgive him.

It only took an hour, Pandu had reached his yard, parked his car and got off immediately. Stepping straight with his wide steps, looking for the whereabouts of his wife in every room, but nil. Risma did not find Pandu anywhere. Even his son was invisible.

Pandu panicked, afraid that Risma went to take the children to leave her.

"Riss! Where are you, Risma!

It's galang!

The love! " All Scouts call, but there is no word at all. The existence of his assistant was also non-existent.

"Oh my God, where are they. Don't punish me like this God, when I started to open my heart to my wife, why at that time I made her more hurt by my stupidity that included the love I used to seek.

Don't go, RIS! Don't leave me alone."

Pandu wailed alone, his eyes were already flushed with an indeterminate thought of direction. Messy, really frustrated guide.

Many times the guide pressed his wife's number, but not even if Risma wanted to lift it, when it was seen online. Pandu is getting riled up and getting crowded.

Walking into the room and opening the closet, Pandu smiled because Risma's goods were still intact there. That means Risma's just gone and coming back.

Back the guide stepped foot into the child's room, and the same, all the children's belongings are also still in place.

Relieved, that's what Pandu felt. Back swinging steps and cleaning himself changed with casual clothes, laying his body on the bed, his mind floated, remembering how Risma always teased him, always asking for his rights first and Pandu will be forced to do so. But now, Pandu who misses all that, Pandu who hopes and wants Risma. Regrets and feelings of guilt quite drain his mind, finally Unknowingly Pandu sleep curled alone on a large soft mattress.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Risma and her children came home in a new car, Honda jazz in white, so Risma's choice. The child looks happy, getting out of the car cheerfully with all his chatter.

Risma stared at her husband's car which was parked neatly in the garage.

"Tumben Mas pandu is home?" muttered Risma lirih and continued to move after her children entered the house.

"Ma, where's Papa? the car is home meaning papa has gone home .

Papa! Papa!" shouted Galang excitedly and ran around looking for the whereabouts of his papa.

Risma just stared at him painfully, could not bear if he had to separate his son from his father, the only choice, survive but by changing circumstances that no longer hurt him.

Hearing the thousand noisily and the voice of his son calling, Pandu woke up and rubbed his face.

"Father!"

Shouted Galang when he had opened the door of the room and saw Pandu inside.

"Wah whiz papa, here son." said Pandu while fixing his position.

"Papa's home at this hour, tumben!" Galang looked at his papa with an adorable expression standing beside the bed.

"Yes papa has come home from earlier, but in a quiet house, there is no one, where was the same mom?"

Pandu tried to find information from his son.

"Anterin mama shopping, and mama buying a new car, Pa!" Sahut Galang enthusiastically.

Pandu scrunched his face.

"Once you are busy, you must have your own car, so where to take us does not bother, said Mama. But Galang likes it, mama's car is nice, cute." said Galang adorable and make Pandu can't bear not to kiss his son's cheek.

"Yeah, yuk, papa wants to see a new car has a mama, Galang interin ya!"

"Okay papa!" sahut Galang and immediately ran out with the funny. Pandu followed from behind and when he came to the middle room passed by a different looking Risma.

Black and wide-color hijab is attached to the body of the ayu woman who is now in front of her. Stunned stretcher. Beautiful, the word that first came out of her mouth.

"Ma, you bought a car? why don't you tell me I can take you." Pandu started the conversation by trying to be sweet.

"Don't being an officer's wife have to be able to do everything on her own, to be tough and not spoiled. I remember that word, Pa!" Sahut Risma cold and immediately passed leaving the sculpting Pandu, remembering his words a few years ago, when Risma asked him to accompany her to buy a new matic motorbike.

"Again, it's all my fault." Pandu muttered in annoyance and rubbed his face rough.

Deflecting direction and decided to follow Risma who was heading towards her room.

"Ma! we need to talk!"

Pandu looked at his wife who was busy putting down his groceries and started to take off her hijab.

"Speak about what?

Did the woman complain that I saw her this morning?

You don't like it, and will ask me to apologize to him?

Is that so, Mr Pandu Aditama?"

Risma coldly replied to Pandu's question with a change of question.

Pandu shook his head, and held his breath.

Moreover, Risma deliberately took off her clothes in front of him.

With his cuey attitude Risma took off one by one his clothes, and replaced it with a negligent negligee.

Pandu could only gulp his saliva rough when his eyes saw all the beauty that was in the body of the wife.

"Your taste, Mas." Inner Risma laughed wickedly. Not without reason he did that, Risma deliberately wanted to torture Pandu. So that he knows what it feels like to hold back when he misses a hug, but never given even though he is on one roof.

After all they are still legitimate husband and wife, so it does not matter Pandu see the beauty in Risma. Just looking to torture him. "It hurts, doesn't it?" inner Risma cheered.

"We have to talk, because this will not be finished, without us talking." said Pandu in the end, after successfully mastering himself.

"You deliberately, spread your body in front of me right, you want us to do that right, Ma? "

Pandu started to approach and wanted to grab Risma in his arms, but Risma quickly brushed him off.

"Never touch me, Pa. Your hands and body have been made to touch the woman. I'm not sharing body with any woman. Remember that!"

Risma stared intently at Pandu who started to clench both hands.

"Enough!

Enough, Risma! Enough's enough!

yelled at Pandu who could no longer hold himself back. His pride felt in the stampede by his current wife.