Love My Husband for Other Women

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"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.

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The distance between Kediri to Madiun is now not too far if taken by toll road, not up to an hour I have reached home. Where it looks like my wife is feeding my four-year-old son. Risma my wife is beautiful, white skin and has a crazy body, she works in one of the hospitals in Madiun. But somehow, until now I have not been able to love him completely, actually Risma knows what I feel for him, but he chose to be quiet and still serve me very well. Risma is quiet and does not like the outside world, every time her work is off, she prefers to rest at home spending time with children and sleep. Sometimes I feel like the household I run with is monotonous.

"papa" Galang ran to greet me as his eyes saw the arrival of my car. The body of the kingpin made her even more anxious to kiss him. Grabbing my toddler in a sling. "Well, you're getting smarter, what's the same meal?"

Instead of answering precisely Galang increasingly tightened his hands hugging this neck, with a mouth that is troubled. Adorable my son this one. Risma came and grabbed a helping hand in reverence.

" Kok tumben pah, in Kediri for three days." asked my wife with her calm face.

" Yes, there's a sudden event. Cook what?"

"Chicken vegetable cooking equals fried chicken, papa breakfast now? let me be ready."

" Yes, there was no time for breakfast. I'll change clothes first. Breakfast went straight to the office." I don't know what feelings are now in this heart, when seeing Risma with her calm face even her attitude is always gentle, makes me feel guilty for betraying our marriage. I don't want to forever cover up my marriage to Clara, I'll find the right time to talk to Risma. Because of Clara's pity if she has to keep hiding from this relationship. And I don't want to keep lying to Risma either. He's too good if I have to keep lying. Whatever the decision is, I'm ready.

I rushed inside holding my little hero, only three days without seeing him he missed his papa so much.

"Today you have a holiday?" I asked when I sat this ass down on the chair, Risma had prepared my breakfast at the table. Rice complete with vegetables and side dishes, not to forget he also made a cup of black coffee for me.

"Yes, tomorrow night sip. Papa picket when?"

"As usual, papa's Friday has pickets. Saturday's off."

Risma no longer asked, her hand took over Galang from my sling. So that I can eat freely.

"Yes, papa is happy. Happy to meet you and your children." answered me, but it's true I'm happy to be reunited and meet them, my son and my wife.

"Papa sure, is not hiding something from mama right?"

I stared at the brown bead of my first wife's eyes. Beautiful, but love I can't give completely to her yet, I don't know if I can't understand myself. An unusual taste was always present when I thought of Clara, as if I found my life to have a more cheerful color.

Deciding to live together in the future was a destiny that I then lived with Clara wholeheartedly. There are sweet coincidences, which we then enjoy as time goes by. There are routine things that we do together, on the basis of love, which are then timeless because they are accustomed and accustomed to.

True, it is undeniable that the charm of Clara has made me melt. The parasite has made me fall in love right from the first time I've noticed his habit so often. His smile, the way he spoke, inspired me a lot. I fell, on the way he rose from all adversity. Also I'm excited, at the way he responds to meetings after so many years have passed.

As the saying goes, physical charm will fade. But love goes deeper than that. Feelings will remain, even getting stronger by the day. There is more to it than admiration. There is a much deeper fall than just an interest in the curves of the body that a person has.

To be exact, there was a beat in the face in grabbing my attention. His sincerity loves me and his loyalty awaits me.

"Kok being bengong pah?" risma's voice ripped my mind off about my second wife.

I exhaled deeply, before answering Risma's question which seemed to be beginning to feel suspicious about my change in attitude.

"Gapa, later when it's time, papa will tell you the same story, for now, just an apology that I want to say to you mah, ma'am, forgive papa and all the mistakes papa so far yes, thank you for being the perfect wife for me."

"Pa, why did my heart suddenly feel this pain, did I baper with what you said?"

"Have not thought too much, everything will be fine, I go to the office first huh. Titip son, asalamualaikum." I chose to immediately go to the office, for fear that if this mouth flutter, it was not yet time for Risma to know my marriage to Clara. I will prepare the two first, so that when they meet, although there will be disappointment at least be able to resolve and respond to the situation wisely and cool head. Because after all, I don't want to lose both, selfish indeed. But what I can do is, to Clara I've lost my true love, to her I've found beauty and taste that I've never found. At Risma I can not ignore it, there are children who fill our relationship, although the sense that there is sometimes torture, but as a man who has responsibility, he said, I must guard the hearts of my wife and children.