Love My Husband for Other Women

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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.

Time passed quickly, the morning showed its light. Pandu has been wearing clothes and dressed very neatly. Black jeans padded with deep blue shirt line. My husband is very handsome with his sturdy body and white skin. If you obey the ego, honestly I have not been willing to be left Pandu back on duty and go home to his first wife. My God, I was so jealous, imagining Pandu hugging and making out with his wife there.

"Darling, what's wrong? still morning do not like to daydream. Wh why? still not willing to live in your husband's house?" Pandu approached and grabbed my waist with both of his hands, the fragrant scent instantly pierced my smell. Her lips gently kissed this forehead. "Before long, insya Alloh next Sunday will go home. Hold your longing, let it be when Mas comes home, the longing is gushing really great, like last night." whispered Pandu gently sweeping my eardrum. " Yes Mas, I just still miss it anyway." I answered softly hiding the jealous feelings that began to tease.

" If you can't wait until the next week, I promise I'll be home in three days. And don't forget you started looking for shelter for us. If there is someone suitable to say the same Mas, then we will see together, if it has fixed Mas will buy it for you."

" Yes Mas. Thank you, may you always be in the protection of Allah and Rejeki Mas increasingly launched."

"Aamiin, thank you dearly, the prayer of the godly wife insya Allah was answered. Doain Mas yes, and take care of yourself for your husband." I nodded and again we hugged each other tightly, as if we had not wanted to part. But Mas Pandu has to go on duty. What else do not let his wife be suspicious because of his unusual departure.

"Honey, send your account number to Mas number. I'll transfer it for your needs."

" Yes Mas." I also sent my account number to the mobile phone mas Pandu, and it did not take long, Mas Pandu showed me proof of transaction in M banking. " It's a baby, ten million. Use for your needs, if you want to go to the salon or want to walk to the mall please, but remember not to do anything like behind Mas."

" Thank you, God willing I will take care of myself and I will miss you very much later." answered spoiled, because it is very hard parting with him.

Mas Pandu started to leave the yard by driving his car, after missing from this eye view, I decided to go back inside, but my steps stopped because there was a voice calling. Miss Rika, the next door neighbor seems to be walking towards me.

"Mbak Clara, why marriage is not legal, right neighbors let it come, good news it should be for the share, but why mbak Clara seems to want to cover the marriage mbak, what to?" Cerocos Bu Rita with his attitude that is famous for talking sandpaper ceplos, even the famous Rita is accommodated as the culprit of gossip, what is he always the first to know.

"But listen, Clara's husband already has a wife, huh? wah pelakor dong mbak. Mbak heart, later if his wife knows, mbak Clara can be viral right with accusations of actors, snatch people's husbands and also destroy the household of others. Amit amit loh mbak." Deg, from where Bu Rita knows about Pandu who is married, and if Bu Rita already knows for sure the news will spread where. God, I'm definitely not the only one who will face the problem, I'm sure you'll be sad about this.

"Hey mbak Clara, just kem diem. Isn't that what I said?" keep Bu Rita curious.

"Sorry Mom, I want to be ready to go to the office, it's bad luck. Later the conversation continued again if I have come home from work." I replied calmly, trying to avoid Miss Rita so that she did not get deeper into my life.

" Duh, when again exciting yoh, yasudah later if mbak Clara has come home from work, I want to come again. Excuse me. asalamualaikum." Ms. Rita disappeared behind the fence, and my heart grew anxious about it, and soon the news will go where. Actually it's not that I'm worried about myself, but mom and her health, I'm afraid mom is getting sick because of the problems I'm making. I'm sorry mom.

"Who's coming, Ra? I hear you think there's Miss Rita's voice?" asked the mother who had just appeared from the kitchen. " Yes Mom, Bu Rita was here, but now she's home" I replied briefly.

"Most certainly Miss Rita said you yes." said the mother by throwing her breath violently, clearly look disappointed in the look of her face which began to be overgrown with wrinkles.

"Here you go, Ma'am, we know what Miss Rita looks like. Do not take heart. Clara wants to be ready to go to work."

"Clara, you have to prepare yourself mentally, son, maybe after this the test will come to you. Remember one thing, polygamy is allowed. But here there will be a heart that feels hurt, namely his wife Pandu, he will definitely feel offended and angry, because you have betrayed him. Mother's message, if one day his wife Pandu comes to you, accept it well even if she speaks harshly to you, understand her position. Apologize and settle your affairs with a cold head." I was silent at mother's words, just imagining my heart was already in pain. "Yes Ma'am, God willing Clara will do what you say, pray that Clara may be strong in the household of Clara, and forgive Clara if Clara's choice has disappointed and embarrassed mother."

"Many pray and beg for the forgiveness of Clara, and try to be a good and obedient wife for your husband, God willing, I have already approved, it means that I am ready for what will happen. It was noon, he said he was going to work. Remember, now that you've become a married woman, change the way you associate with the opposite sex, take care of your husband's heart and dignity." I nodded and hugged the mother tightly, a great woman who always poured her love into her children, Mother is the type of person who is very firm in educating her child, she said, but my mother also loved us very much with all her tenderness. I'm so lucky to have a mother like her.