Love My Husband for Other Women

mbak Romlah's story

"You don't have to worry, Mom! I already know what I'm gonna do. Once that's done here, I'll find out, your other treasures. I'm sure you still have assets that I don't know about, and I'm gonna find out, before we actually split up, I want them all to fall in the name of our son. And I also want to see if your first love will be able to live without your treasure. Inner Risma arranged the plan very neatly and kept an elegant attitude. Land Pandu will be destroyed and regret his actions.

Risma no longer wanted to be fragile and did not want to lose. Polygamy is permissible but understand first adabnya, not married silent silence in the name of love without thinking about the heart and feelings of the wife.

Risma no longer hopes Pandu loves her, Risma no longer wants to continue resigned and silent without action. The future of their children is very important, at least even though they will prefer the woman they love, their children still get their rights as they should. And for that, Risma must be strong and must also be smart.

"Sir, may my bikini be warm tea, just a little sugar." Risma found her mother in the kitchen washing dishes.

"Yes, Mom. I'm a bikini first." Sahut mbak Romlah polite and immediately boil water to make Risma's favorite warm tea with jasmine aroma.

Risma sat her butt in the kitchen chair while peeling the apples on the table.

"Sir, as long as I'm in the hospital, no fussy kid?" connect Risma while her hands are busy peeling.

"Thank God, Mom!

Pinter's kid, nothing's fussy. And they kept asking Bu Risma when she came home." said Romlah telling the truth without anything being reduced or added.

"Alhamdulillah. Thank you mbk, sorry if the end of this, has been troublesome mbak Romlah." reply Risma felt awkward and looked gently at the same maid who had accompanied him all this time.

"Bu Risma this, speaking of what to, it is my obligation to, wong I am here working. And I'm very dear to the children, they are cool and good. So Miss Risma do not feel so sad." said mbak Romlah moved. Risma was the one who had been helping her, giving her a job when she did not know how to connect after her husband died. Ms. Romlah married young and as her marriage age entered its third year, her husband died due to a work accident. Romlah became a widow at a very young age.

And Risma pity and then give a job to help help her in her home until now.

"Yes, mom. Thanks!" suhut Risma soft with a face that looks shady.

"Next week come with me to Kediri ya mbak, later I drive, mbak Romlah accompany children." continued Risma revealed what was the plan.

"Next week, yes,. Ma?

emm why not tomorrow or the day after that." reply mbak Romlah doubt and fear if the wrong talk.

"What's wrong mbak?

Looks like somebody wants Romlah to tell you?" Risma looked at the full look at the face of Romlah who turned pale. There was a fear of being seen clearly from the look in his eyes.

"That, Mom!

eem how yes, I am confused to say." reply Romlah confused and hesitant, afraid that what will be said makes the relationship worse, but if not said, if not said, mbak Romlah will be haunted by feelings of unease, because it does not want to justify the actions of a guide who has had an affair.

"Just tell me, don't be afraid.

Is this about Mr Pandu?" sahut Risma investigated and answered a nod by mbak Romlah.

Risma breathed her breath in. I can guess what happened. Must be a guide doing something that makes his behavior seen by others.

"Tell me, mbak. Don't worry, let alone be afraid. Maybe you also already know what my household with Mas Pandu has been like all this time." continued Risma with a difficult mimic.

"Sir Pandu, in the phone room with a woman, Mom!

Mr. Pandu promised the woman, if he would meet her after, Ms. Risma out of the hospital." said Romlah spirit.

Risma exhaled his coarse breath. And his mind instantly had the idea to catch her husband wet at his young wife's house.

"Thank you ma'am, I didn't expect to live a story like this.

But if you go to Kediri tomorrow, I have not been able to bring my own car." Sahut Risma sad with the look of her eyes that glare.

"I know how you feel, who is patient, God willing, there will be a reply.

Moreover, the mother is a good wife, obedient and never neko neko.

If Bu Risma has not been able to travel far, later at any time. Don't force it if it makes Miss Risma's health bad." Reply mbak Romlah, at length.

"But I want to immediately make them regret, madam!

What Romlah there is a view, people who can drive, to be asked to please take us to Kediri. If there's tomorrow afternoon we're leaving." Sahut Risma is confident and wants to finish what has been planned.

"Is Miss Risma sure?

Think about the health of the mother, I do not want the mother later why-why." reply mbak Romlah doubt and worry about the health of Risma.

Risma smiled and tried to strengthen her heart, convincing herself that she would not be weak and could pass all her trials stoically.

"God willing, be sure. I'll be on the road later I can sleep in the car. Then I also have to immediately find out the truth about Mas Pandu's treasure, before the woman took it." said Risma staring miris towards the front with an erratic mind.

"Well, tomorrow I'll ask Waluyo ya ma'am, pound me. She is on college break and now lives in her mother's house. His son is good and can be trusted, bring his car is also good." mbak Romlah sure and spirit.

Risma smiled and began to formulate a way in her brain, in order to get information from the Pandu family.

"Hopefully, his mother and brother Mas Pandu had nothing to hide the truth." Risma's inner being sliced and there were no clear circles falling down her face.

"Mom Risma is crying?

I'm sorry, Mom!

I didn't mean to make my mother sad like this. I shouldn't have told you that for Miss Risma to be sad like this." Father Romlah panicked and felt anxious to see Risma who began to sob.

"No papa mbak, not wrong mbak Romlah.

Said or not, my household with Mas Pandu has been sick since the first, I was a fool who still chose to be silent treated coldly by his own husband.

Let me weep this time, weeping over this fate which has so greatly contributed to this heartbreak. God willing after this I will be strong without any more tears." Sahut Risma was flat with tears dripping down her smooth face.

"Sing strong, sing patient yes, Mom!

God willing, Allah will give the appropriate reply for all deeds." reply Romlah with glassy eyes.