Married Man Bankrupt And Arogan

1. Bitter Reality

Lately my life feels more beautiful, in a few weeks I and Andrea lover who I love very much will soon be married.  Preparations have begun to be done, even today I just finished delivering invitation cards to all my acquaintances, relatives, friends, and neighbors.  Wedding files have also been input to KUA, prewedding photos we have done, EO, catering and so on have also been settled.  

This afternoon I lay relaxed, not the least I could hold a happy smile considering the happy day I had been waiting for for in recent years.

As my smile continued to expand, suddenly my phone rang, I immediately picked up and shone my gaze at the multi tasking objects in my hand. 

"Goddess, how are my friends, my dear, my sweet.  Oh yeah I forgot not to forget you that in two weeks I and my boyfriend Andrea are getting married, don't forget to come on my happy day"

I said with great enthusiasm, I want to feel like I was shouting and sharing my happiness with my best friend who has rarely met this year because of our respective busyness.

"Elena, glad I heard your good news, but wait a minute, you mean, Andrea our upperclassman who you care about starting from us just entered college first," replied Dewi.

I immediately agreed and reminded him that Andrea and I were in an office and we ended up being together until now.

"But I just got home for our class sister Andrea and Nina's wedding, and I'm just gonna go and ask you if you guys broke up"

I laughed at the words of the Goddess, I couldn't believe her words, but Andrea was probably married to someone else because I knew she looked so in love with me and had planned a wedding with me.  How could she have married my nina.

"Try me you check social media belonging to Andrea or Nina, let you know what happened, be patient Elen"

Deg, my heart seems to stop beating, with trembling hands I immediately disconnect my call with the Goddess.  I'm opening up my Andrea's social media.  Dewi was right, in a black suit and peci in the same color, and Nina beside him wearing a white kebaya was holding a marriage contract in a living room of Andre's house.

My tears began to pour down my cheeks, I cried, lamenting what I had seen.  But this time I don't believe one hundred percent yet, I have to go to Andrea's house to confirm the truth.

With my eyes still wet, I immediately picked up the bag, put in my wallet and mobile phone then stepped out of my room in a hurry.

"Elen where you want to go, soon you will get married, not too much out of the house that is not perting, not good for the bride and groom" cried my mother from the living room.  

I immediately turned around and kissed the back of my mother's hand and said goodbye.

"I'm going away for a minute ma'am, there's important business"

I took a hasty step, I saw my mother's face looking at me with a worried face.  Until I got to the yard I heard mom's screams telling me to be careful.

Immediately I drove my bike at high speed to Andrea's house.  In the course of my mind kept thinking about many things.  I don't know how father and mother would react if I found out Andrea had married another woman and her daughter's long-awaited wedding just failed.

Now I finished college two years ago and work at a bona fide company in this town.  It has been two years since I was in a relationship with Andrea my coworker who is my level brother in the faculty where I studied.  I knew Andrea at the ospek event at the beginning of college.  Her face was handsome, and her myriad achievements had made me fall in love and deeply moved her.  

But it was only when we were working that he and I were in a serious relationship.  The days I lived this relationship happily, we always get along and rarely fight, because indeed I always according to what he wants, so great love makes me unable to refuse anything he wants.  He even repeatedly asked me to relate like a husband and wife.  Thankfully, for this one I managed to reject it by trying to give him the understanding that it should not be done by couples who are not halal.  I always promised to give up my chastity the first night we were married.  Always with a heavy heart and a disappointed face wherever he complies.

Now I enter the courtyard of Andrea's house, right said Dewi, at home Andrea looked crowded with brothers and extended family.  It looks like there was just an event at the house.

My motorcycle was parked in the yard of Andrea's house and half-running I climbed up the house.  Without excuse I entered the door of the living room that had opened, some of Andrea's family looked at me in surprise.  Until the guest room turns out Andrea who is still wearing a wedding suit is sitting embracing Nina and also still wearing the kebaya that I had seen on social media.

The plaaakks!

One direct slap I lay the cheek of the man who broke my heart. Andrea immediately stood up with a surprised face witnessing my presence.

"Eleeen.sorry, I can explain" Andrea stuttered.

"He.Elen, don't slap my husband, he's officially my husband, we're married.  She's no longer your lover, so don't be at your best either" shouted Nina trying to put up a body to protect Andrea whom she called her husband.

"Elen, I'm sorry.I have to take responsibility for Nina because she's pregnant with my son.  About our marriage, I'll come to your house sometime to explain what really happened"

Andrea said casually, her face was not as sweet as it was when she just found out about my arrival.

"You heard Elen, I'm pregnant with Andrea's child, as long as I was your lover, I was the one who always accompanied her in bed, when you refused to be touched by her. So when I was pregnant with her child, it was natural that she was the one who married me, because my love for her was more sincere, the proof that I wanted to fulfill whatever she wanted including giving my whole body for her to enjoy.  While proof of your love where?, so do not dream to be able to marry him," said Nina while shaking her waist and her hand signal telling me to leave.

I immediately ran away from them after leaving a slap on Nina's cheek.  My feet ran out of the living room, with hands pushing at anyone who blocked my steps.  Even a girl carrying a tray of drinks was pushed to the ground and all the glasses of drinks fell on the floor. 

Up in the night, I drove my motorcycle at high speed.  My tears kept flowing, my lips kept sobbing.  I was puzzled as to how I might convey this harsh reality to my parents. 

Braaaak!

I was surprised, unconsciously my motorbike was thrown towards the sidewalk and I was stranded next to it with a downturned position.

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