Love My Husband for Other Women

risma's Suspicion

"Sleep Ma, maybe you're tired so talk like this, get some rest. And don't think like that." Mas Pandu left the room in a definite step without answering the question.

'is that woman very special to you, Mas, so you prefer to protect her from my anger. I love you Pandu, and will still love you. Although later your relationship is revealed I will make the woman who left you not me.' I cried in a sobbing Isak holding tightness in the chest.

After the departure of Mas Pandu, I chose to stay in the room, I know, surely my husband was sitting on the back porch, I don't know what makes him like to linger there. At two in the morning, he just returned to his room. This further strengthens the suspicion of Mas Pandu's affair. Should I ask my mom, find out what's going on there. Yes Alloh, still guessing, my heart has hurt this much.

The body was stretched out, but the eyes could not be closed, the chaotic mind made me feel dizzy. Opting out and intending to make warm tea, when passing through the back porch, the door is closed tightly, usually if Mas Pandu is there, the door will be left open. Was the guide in another room. Never mind, for now, I don't want to continue like this, because my heart will hurt even more from prejudice. When I went to the kitchen, I passed through the middle room, where the children were asleep, and it was seen that Mas Pandu was sleeping with them, even his hands were hugging his hero son. Seeing that, my heart felt more pain.

Turning direction, no longer any intention of making a cup of warm tea, back to the contest with uncertain feelings.the thought of the affair of the husband increasingly makes my head explode. Even my husband, not the slightest bit sensitive and won himself from the confusion of uncertain feelings, Mas Pandu was always indifferent when responding to all my protests.

The dawn prayer sounded loud from my room, normally, I would instantly get up and take a shower to perform the obligation. But this time I just want to roll in the blanket. I happen to be coming by the moon. And for breakfast children, let's take care of the maid, usually mbak Romlah come when I want to go to work, but last night I've sent a message to come in the morning, but, preparing breakfast for children to school and also Mas Pandu, today, I want to pause from my duties as a mother and wife. I need to calm myself down from the prejudices that are tormenting me.

There were steps leading up to here, I was sure it was Mas Pandu who would pray at dawn. My husband never neglected to leave his obligations to Robbnya.

"Why haven't you woken up yet, are you sick?" The sound of his steps approaching, and his palm touching my forehead, I still pretended to be asleep. Let it be, so that Mas Pandu thinks if I really hurt with his attitude.

"Not hot, yasudah. Maybe you need to rest because you are tired of looking after children and also still have to work. I'm sorry, I made me cry last night." you heard Pandu muttering, with his hands gently stroking the top of my hair. Being treated like this makes me even more afraid of losing it.

After a few minutes, I just opened my eyes, and it appears Mas Pandu is still fervently praying, my halal man looks very handsome, really I do not want if there are other women who take my place.

"You've woken up, ma. Tumben gini just woke up, what's up? still mad at last night?" he continued when he was done from his prayer. I just fell silent, reluctant to respond to his chatter, his indifference has made me hurt.

"Today, I have a duty until night, leave the children, and say the same Romlah to sleep at home, because maybe I will go home at dawn, all of you, want to prepare for tomorrow's event at the town hall." pamitnya, while changing his office clothes, very dashing and certainly many pairs of eyes women are fascinated when they see it.

'Yes."

that was the only answer that came out of my lips. I don't know why it's so hard to control this feeling of jealousy, when it's real, everything is still unproven.

"Why Ma? how come you see papa's side? is something wrong?" mas Pandu's voice broke my daydream, and I only responded with a lackluster lethargic face. "Have Ma, you're a long time weird, confused me. Yes, I transferred the money.

Yasudah, papa leave first, asalamualaikum." Mas Pandu passed and I was still dumbfounded, is it true now my attitude is strange, the strange is you mas, you are strange. Just look, I'll find the woman you're currently hiding.

"Ma! Mama!" yelled my daughter, she would question why her mother had not yet woken up at this hour.

"Why mom, sick?"

love is approaching still wearing her nightgown. "Yes, mama is dizzy again, later finished taking the medicine also healed." I replied soberly. "Owh, you've got mama's rest, love wants to take a shower, ready to go to school. Papa said, soon Om Damar came, Later to his school with the same om Damar. Mama's fast healthy huh, love sad when mama's sick."

"Yes, kid. Mama just a little dizzy anyway, later also soon healed, papa has left? was his dad having breakfast?"

"Papa had left just now, papa had not had breakfast, just had coffee, papa made his own coffee."

"Dear, it's six, take a shower first, take breakfast before going to school, but Romba is ready for breakfast, right?"

"Yes, earlier Romlah made fried rice the same omlet, Galang also drank milk, papa who made. Love shower first huh mah, then hunt om Damar come."

"Yes, my dear, heart. Don't run around falling."

Seeing Cinta grow up to be a smart child with Galang who is getting smarter, making me feel happy, at least if later Mas Gudu prefer his daughter, I still have the strength that is my son.

Let it be for today, I feel weak and down. But not for the next day. I'll make you fall in love with me Mas, and I'll make you no longer turn to other women, your wife is beautiful, and also sincerely love you, you should know that.