Love My Husband for Other Women

You have heart, I'll be much more hearty

"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.

Risma nodded with a faint smile that she forced. Arrested as much as possible not to cry, her tears will still fall when her feelings are fragile again, her heartache over all the wounds that Pandu had inflicted on her really made Risma live in torment covered by a fake smile.

With the rest of his strength, Risma tried to get up and wanted to give the same wound, to the man he had loved so much, Pandu Aditama.

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Unlike usual, tonight Risma can rest so comfortable, sleep soundly without the burden of feeling. It turns out that releasing the wound is more soothing than continuing to accumulate the wound. Risma had intended not to put the name Pandu in her heart, wanting to free herself from the shackles of love that actually made her broken.

Tonight, for the first time, Risma closed her eyes so quietly by letting go of her feelings towards Pandu.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Pandu was at home, tonight Pandu spoke honestly, keeping time to go home according to his promise.

When entering the house, inside it looks lonely, children fall asleep in an ordinary place accompanied by a mother Romlah who has also been seen sleeping.

Pandu continued his steps, entered the main room, and it was seen that Risma had also fallen asleep behind the thick blanket. Pandu smilingly looked at his wife who now began to love him.

"I'm sorry, Risma! Forgive me if my race is late for you, but I promise, I will no longer ignore you. From this moment onward." murmured Pandu softly with one hand rubbed the hair of the wife who was sound asleep, so as not to be felt with the sweet treatment.

Pandu got up and started cleaning himself in the bathroom, changed his clothes and lay down his body next to his wife. Though all this time, Pandu refused to do all that.

Feeling that there was movement in his bed, Risma slightly opened her eyes, and there was a Pandu who had slept on her back. Risma smiled wryly and closed her eyes again, pura was unaware of her husband's whereabouts.

When Risma will return to continue her sleep, a notification sound from Pandu's phone which is on the nightstand not far from Pandu.

Risma looked at Pandu who was asleep with her tired face. Doubtful when you want to open the husband's phone, because during being Pandu's wife, Risma has never done that.

But her curiosity was far greater than her fear.

Slowly, Risma began to move her heart, shifting her body little by little, by continuing to pay attention to Pandu who did not feel disturbed by his movements.

Risma managed to take Pandu's phone, and it turned out that the screen was locked, Risma did not lose her mind, entering the important numbers in Pandu's life. Starting from the date of birth Pandu himself, the date of birth of his son, but nil, failed and could not unlock the screen of his phone.

Risma tried to remember, then entered the date of her wedding, and finally the screen was opened.

With his heart pounding, Risma opened the message sent from a contact named My Wife with an emoticon love behind her.

"Mas, I miss."

"Mas, tomorrow so go home right?"

A series of messages sent by the wife of Pandu series, Risma smiled obliquely, the pain was sure but did not want to dissolve with undue taste again.

Risma then took her phone and started tapping Pandu's phone. Then delete the message Clara sent. Putting Pandu's phone back where it was. And chose to continue his sleep, but before, Risma looked at the husband with an uncertain feeling.

"You have heart, Mas!

And I will behave more heartily than you." Risma's mind speaks in a sense that cannot be described with a word.

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On Saturday, Pandu should take off and play at home with his children, but this time Pandu say goodbye is on duty outside the city and will go home on Sunday night.

By putting on her calm face, Risma pura believes and affirms her husband's words. Even Risma did not want to ask anything about Pandu's departure.

"Do you not want to ask me where I'm going, Ris?" suddenly Pandu asked questions that made Risma more and more lost feeling to him, hypocritical questions that were thrown from the mouth of her husband who was betraying.

"For what, Mom?

Are my questions important?

Then will you cancel your departure when I will ask you not to go?

No don't you? So yeah, please!" Risma's voice was cold and as if indifferent to the sharp gaze of Pandu glared at him.

"Do you really hate me?

No more apologies and opportunities for me to fix everything?" continue Pandu still with his sharp gaze.

"We'll see, Mom!

We see how much you want to maintain this household, maintain the happiness of our children. Let's see after this. And I can only decide if I will stay or if I will choose to leave. We'll see you later, Mr. Pandu Aditama." Risma smiled obliquely with her cold attitude, making Pandu feel all wrong and began to think with the sentence thrown by his wife, which was, ambiguous sentences that made him more confused with what was on his first wife's mind.

"Alright, Ma! I don't want to keep fighting like this anymore. I promise it'll be fair to you too Clara, even if the entire salary has gone into your account, the assets are also transferred in the name of you and the children, then what else?" sahut Pandu was a little angry and frustrated with the attitude shown by Risma.

"Are you sure, Pa?

You sure, all yours is for the kids?

Are you sure there's nothing you're hiding from me?

Are you absolutely certain that your second wife did not get the living rights of my husband?

Honestly, that can't happen, Mr Pandu!

No woman will be silent if not endowed, not suffused!

I am sure my husband is preparing a life of luxury for his other wife, because the woman who wants to marry a married man, the first thing he sees is the establishment of the man, he said, and your young wife is the type of woman who likes to live a luxurious life, I know that, because I can feel like a fellow woman. So stop talking fair here. Because I'll never believe it!" Risma calmly and emphasisfully took out all her uneg, which made Pandu sculpt by continuously closing his eyes, resisting the emotional turmoil that already wanted to explode.