My husband Sad Boy

Pick Back

"Peja.." kang Sofyan jumped in shock and panic when he saw me sitting with tears. I shrunk the rough tears that were seeping down my cheeks. I got up and just went to my room. Kang Sofyan immediately followed me into the room.

"That's not to think about it, kang Sofyan will never do what mom and dad pinta" said kang Sofyan with reddened eyes.

"Don't be an ungodly child just because of Puja kang" I replied with a sob.

"No, kang Sofyan has no obligation to meet the demands of his mother and father, Risma and his brother are outrageous!" said firmly.

"Puja is unable if you have to share a husband kang, but Puja also does not want kang Sofyan to be a bad boy because Puja" said a hiccup.

"There will be no one who becomes an ungodly child, kang Sofyan will forever not marry Risma, only Puja his wife kang Sofyan" he said.

"But.." I said stammered.

"There's no but-but unfortunately, don't think, because it's not all going to happen" said kang Sofyan.

"Biarin Puja is retreating" I replied as I bit my lower lip.

"What are you talking about?! kang Sofyan said we'd be together forever. Let alone be a child of disobedience, so even the devil kang Sofyan willing to stay with you!" he said while cupping my face.

"Please, kang Sofyan can't live without Puja! don't even think about going from Sofyan's kang side" he said with trembling lips and pleading face.

I came back crying and shed tears, and then I put my hand on her neck and looked at her face.

"Kang Sofyan only belongs to Puja, has Puja" I said softly while kissing her lips. When I was about to pull my head, kang Sofyan instead held it back and instead took a sip inside my lips. Then take me up to the bed.

Kang Sofyan began to strip her of clothes and throw her around. That afternoon we repeated our hot romance, letting out all the emotions through this hot activity as if not wanting to be separated, and giving no room for others to enter into our love.

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In the afternoon when we were asleep in the same blanket, suddenly the door was knocked tightly.

Doc dok doc!

"Yes, Sofyan!! open the door, father! father you!!!" mother called and banged on the door loudly.

"Kang, wake up kang, it's what you call it" I said while waking him up. Kang Sofyan finally woke up and hurriedly looked for his clothes scattered on the floor and put them back on. I picked up my clothes and quickly put them back on.

"What's wrong, mak?" kang Sofyan asked as he opened the room door. Mom looked very panicked.

"Your father fainted, let's spit it out" said the mother panicked.

Kang Sofyan immediately hurriedly checked the state of the father, as well as I who immediately followed after tidying up my appearance. He was unconscious, so Sofyan finally sought help to bring his father to the nearest hospital.

After the hospital, I immediately get help from the doctor. Doctors said his kidney condition had worsened, and intensive care had to be taken at the hospital.

"Father apologized Sofyan, the father was not strong, the father was afraid of Sofyan, the father was afraid to die carrying a debt of gratitude that had not been paid" he said, crying out tears.

"Father please, please father, please help mother and father to pay the debt of gratitude to abah iim (father of Risma)" his message.

Kang Sofyan just kept quiet, did not refuse and did not agree. I know, kang Sofyan is in the wrong position. No child would have the heart to see his parents who are lying weak, anything will be done for the healing of the loved one, as well as kang Sofyan, he said, what I'm sure is that kang Sofyan really loves his mother and father.

I saw Sofyan just holding my fingers, and when I saw the scene in front of me I felt very guilty. I shouldn't be their barrier, I'm a nobody, I'm just a stranger who's been well-received in this family. But, on the other hand, I also will not be able to share a husband with another woman. I wiped the tears on my cheeks and left the place without saying goodbye to Sofyan kang.

'The sorry Puja... Puja chose to retreat, be a filial son kang, mother and father only have kang Sofyan in this world. They need more than Puja. Let Puja go, carrying the memories of our inner love' I was riding on an ojek towards Sofyan's kang house.

"Kang wait here, later anterin to the angkot base yes" I said. The taxi driver nodded and waited for me on the front page.

Arriving home, I immediately put my belongings and some clothes that I put into a suitcase. Before I left, I wrote a letter to Sofyan kang that I wrote on a piece of paper and I put it on the dresser. I took a deep breath as I looked at this room, a room full of memories with my beloved husband.

'Peja go kang' said I lirih. Again I shed tears. I could not help my tears that were so heavy that they flooded my cheeks. Stuffy! sick, and painful!

After being satisfied with crying, I hurriedly boarded the motorcycle ojek that had been waiting for me since.

"Sorry old kang, anther to the angkot base yes" I said.

"Yes, ready"

After that I left for the nearest angkot base to then go to the terminal and look for a bus with a destination to Jakarta. No, not to Ratna's, but to my uncle's place I just found out his address. I can't go to Ratna's place, I don't want Ratna to be sad, I want Ratna to be happy.

When I got on a bus to Jakarta, my phone vibrated and rang loudly. I saw Sofyan's name on my flashing phone screen. Kang Sofyan made a video call. My phone keeps ringing. But I still didn't lift it.

Ting

(Well, dear one, please tell Sofyan, take care) as soon as I read the message.

I didn't reply, just read it.

My phone went off again, kang Sofyan made a video call. I didn't pick it up and turned my phone off. I sobbed again, looking at the trees and houses from behind the window of this bus.

'Goodbye baby, thank you for loving this cheap woman. Puja is very happy to be the wife of kang Sofyan, kang Sofyan is the most beautiful gift in my inner Puja' life.

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Wipes where tissues...! what do you do, man? to catch the snot of her fans Brata yudha. Eaaackk!!

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