Love My Husband for Other Women

a jealous expression that brings hurt

On the other hand, Clara was still staring at her phone. The message he sent on Pandu number, no one has entered yet.

Still looks tick one since last night.

Restless is for sure, upset what else, anxious and the intention to meet Pandu continues to undermine his mind.

But he promised to follow what his mother said.

Clara could only keep quiet with various conjectures that increasingly tormented her inner self.

Alleged about Pandu's return to his first wife and they are knitting love.

Allegedly about Pandu who no longer cares about him. And there are many more conjectures that make him confused by the fog due to a heart filled with jealous flames.

"Do you not want to be disturbed, Mom?

So important is your current wife in your heart, that you simply ignore me here. Why does it feel this sick?

If only I hadn't really loved you and kept my heart for years to see you again, I might not have been tormented like this. If it wasn't for my mother asking me to shut up and stay here, waiting for you to come home and see me.

Maybe right now, I'm already there asking for your explanation, Mas!"

Clara continued to speak with her own heart and mind, Pandu really made her unable to feel the restful sleep and delicious food. Tears often drip without being asked.

Clara opened her laptop, and began typing a line of words to release her tightness with a character. Where his soul is now shackled in a love that may not have been. But sometimes love is not logical, he who is loved in fact has lived together with other women in a halal bond, called marriage.

Love that is already passionate and deep, has turned off logic for the sake of a sense that is willing to be divided even though it will eventually hurt in a land of land.

"Where are you, Mas?

why haven't you given me the news even though it's just a short message.

Should this hurt be the second?"

Back Clara sobbed in the wounds of the heart that he created himself, married a married man must be ready with all the consequences, the phone that had been grasped had no sign of incoming messages from the waiting.

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While Pandu, still in his position who was sitting in the waiting chair close to the bed Risma laid.

Pandu still continued to look at his wife full of regret, guilt that he did not stop echoing from his thin lips.

After a few hours, Risma finally opened her eyes, and both of their eyes locked together with a deep look. Trying to dive into each other's hearts and find sincerity in there.

"Alhamdulillah, finally you realize too dear. Thank you very much, Allah!" Pandu smiled widely and thanked her repeatedly as he saw Risma open her eyes.

"You what?

you want a drink, honey?"

Pandu asked the question and made Risma nod in a weak deep nod, her lips felt dry and her throat felt extremely thirsty.

Deftly Pandu took the glass that was on the nightstand not far from the place of Risma.

Pandu began to drink water into the glass to Risma's mouth painstakingly.

"You want to eat?

Let Mas suckin!" Connect Pandu after putting an empty glass on the nightstand.

"Good, Mom! Thanks, I'm not hungry!" Sahut Risma flat with a nanar view fixed upwards staring at the sky of the room sky which began to feel cold because of the temperature of the AC installed.

Pandu smiled and re-grasped Risma's fingers softly, kissed him affectionately with a deep gaze directed at his wife's face that still looked pale.

Just this first, Risma saw the adoring gaze of her husband and the gentle treatment of true affection, not cold and rigid.

Risma shook her head, trying to regulate her agitated heart, and died to hold back her cries so as not to fall before her husband, let the matter be kept alone with the wounds heaped for many years in the course of the story in his household.

"Mas, just go home. Keep the kids at home, pity them!" finally Risma let out her voice, after a few minutes choosing silence with her own thoughts.

"Children are there mbak Romlah, earlier I have called mbak Romlah, asking for help to keep children at home. And Cinta had also called Vidio to ask his mother, she was very sad to see you earlier, quickly healed yes, so that we gather again at home." Sahut Pandu with a mindful smile.

"Yes, Mom, thank you!

But if you're busy, I'm not here by myself, after all there's a nurse who will take care of me, and doctor Abas must also often come to check on my condition." Reply Risma unwillingly looked towards her husband who seemed to throw his breath rough, Jealous! and he didn't like it when his wife mentioned the name of the doctor who always upset him and got emotional.

"I'll keep you here, you're my wife, it's still my responsibility. The doctor simply carries out his duties, not to accompany his patients.

Honestly I don't like you getting too close to doctor Abas, he looks like he wants you so much. I'm jealous!"

Pandu expressed his feelings and showed his dislike for doctor Abas, Risma smiled wryly as the pain of his heart wound would betray her husband.

Still can say jealous when she so easily shares her heart and body with the woman in her past, her first love. "Purely!" batin Risma cursed him.

"Jealous?

Jealous of what, Mom?" sahut Risma was flat, still with a reluctant face turned towards Pandu.

"I'm your husband, Ris?

Have you forgotten that?

I don't like it, if there's a man who looks adoring to my wife, a man who clearly wants to take my wife, a man who doesn't know shame to say his feelings in front of me, your husband. Naturally I am jealous and want to keep my wife from that man?"

Sahut Pandu with a little pressure said he held the anger in his heart.

Risma smiled, her eyes were clouded, sick and disappointed at the same time, when all was destroyed, Pandu so easily wanted to bring Risma in his selfishness, not wanting to let go of Clara but also not wanting to part with Risma.

"Then what about your young wife, Mas?

Don't you love him so much?

Aren't you guys the same feeling, then the same jealousy you said to me?

Can I also use that word to deny your relationship with that woman?"

Risma again let out her voice, with a thin smile and eyes can not be separated from highlighting Pandu which immediately looks wrong behavior.