Love My Husband for Other Women

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"Well! That's right!" the voices of the witnesses and the events attended only by the nuclear family sounded so beautiful in my ears, these tears did not start to drip, I did not know if I should be happy and sad. Happy because the dream to be with the beloved becomes real. Sad, because I have deliberately become a thorn in the household of others, become part of the life of Pandu who already have a Wife and children.

I don't know what will happen if Pandu's wife finds out about our marriage. I have to be prepared for the consequences, because this is my choice. Love blinds everything.

"Darling, what's wrong?" pandu's voice startled me from the daydream, he looked at me unblinking and his fingers began to grab this hand to hold it.

"It's okay Mas, I just still can't believe it, if I'm already your wife." I'm downcast hiding the red hue on the face.

"Em, that's finally legal. Congratulations to you!" Suddenly Soni appeared in front of us with a box wrapped in blue gift paper in her hand, her smile wide as if deliberately wanting to mock us. Pandu and I immediately turned to look at our friend with amusement. How not, Soni came with his third wife who was not even eighteen years old. Who does not know for sure assume the woman next to Soni is his sister.

" Finally, someone followed in my footsteps as well." sneered Soni with her annoying face, Dan Pandu only responded with her sweet smile. From the beginning he was unchanged, quiet and did not like stale bases.

" I don't think I invited who this is, why are you here Son?" My reply was immediately rewarded with a look of annoyance by Soni, his eyes glared at me, his mouth was seen immediately cut down dislike. If only now the atmosphere was not crowded, surely I would laugh to see the change in my best friend's face.

" Task your husband, he invited me here, he said he needed a more professional teacher."

Pandu laughs at Soni's silly response.

The event runs briefly and more precisely resembles a family meeting, because it is only attended by about fifteen people. What matters to us is our legitimate relationship. One by one they leave the show, go home to each other. Even with my mother-in-law who from earlier seemed silent. I don't know if he doesn't like me that much. But I tried to deny this unpleasant feeling, not wanting to ruin my happiness with the uncertain true, hopefully only my guess.

"Mama, when did you get back to Madiun?" mas Pandu's mother approached us and talked to her son without even looking at me. Ah looks like this feeling is right, mama doesn't like me.

" Morning tomorrow Ma. Tonight I will stay here." replied mas Pandu just plain.

" Have Mah, believe the same Pandu and old mama will also know more about what Clara is like." Mama immediately turned her face in any direction, Oh my God it is not as easy as I imagine, it seems I will face the housewife without the likes of the mother-in-law. Mama passed away without seeing me at all, but she still seemed to greet my mother and family kindly, but somehow with her heart. At least mama still respects my parents and family while still showing a good attitude.

"Not to be taken heart yes, mama is so her person, but she is kind and loving. Maybe you don't know him yet." Mas Pandu tried to calm down this who looked restless.

"Yes, I don't know. God willing can understand my mother's attitude." I answered softly, trying to strengthen myself, because it will definitely face a situation like this with my status of being a second wife. Not to mention later about the views of people out there. I have to be ready for that.

All the guests were gone, we and our mother were home. My brother can't go home, because his wife is sick. My younger brother works in Surabaya in one of the state-owned banks. Married the original Surabaya girl and is now pregnant with her first child.

While Larista was still at her father-in-law's house in Solo, she had been there for three days, because her in-laws were ill, Larista was asked to help look after and care for her, larista's husband had three brothers and said they were all busy until Larista had to step in.

Pandu and I chose to enter the room to change clothes and rest after saying goodbye to mother. While the mother prefers to help clean the house with the same mbak Sarah, mbak Sarah is a neighbor who is often asked for help to clean clean when the mother is tired. Sister Sarah is a widow whose husband died, working odd jobs to support her two young children. Mother often asked for help mbak Sarah to help her clean the house or just iron clothes, and even the mother also often gave mbak Sarah sembako because she was concerned about the fate of mbak Sarah who was a kara. Sarah is like family to us.

"Darling, here I want to talk." Pandu smiled as he patted the edge of the mattress so I could sit next to him. And the language has begun to change, he calls himself Mas for me. It was like a dream to be his wife.

Without asking much I did it. When I was beside him, he immediately hugged me tightly releasing one by one attached to this body. Our breaths unite in a long-buried sea of longs. Pandu is so sweet to treat me in bed, even we have done it over and over again as if the energy is not exhausted.

"Thank you dear." the guide kissed my forehead repeatedly after we finished doing it somehow to how many times. I just nodded and maybe this face had met red, close the body and hid in the chest of the white field. Pandu has become opium for me.

After this maybe I will have a different day, and maybe I should also be ready to be a neighbor's talk because I married a married man. I realize the choices I make have risks that are not easy. Love is no longer logical that's what I now think. All I know is that I love a man who is hugging me tightly without a bulkhead even without a single piece of cloth covering us, we are halal and I am his wife.