My wife's lover

chapter 47

Andre and I continued walking around the park to find my wife and children. The shady afternoon atmosphere made many visitors who came to the park until I had trouble finding them.

I tried to call my wife again, but her phone was dead. I'm getting worried.

"Mother's phone can't be contacted!" obviously I was with Andre walking beside me. He also looks worried. We are accelerating our footsteps through each park.

"Where are you, son?" I murmured while imagining my daughter's face.

Hope they're okay.

After almost half an hour we searched and Andre suddenly said, "Well, it looks like you're the same, Deh!" point it towards the fish pond which is approximately thirty meters away from us. My wife and son are turning their backs on us.

Andre and I went there. The closer my heart gets the faster it beats. There, my wife was talking to a man who might be her age. The man clasped my wife's hand tightly. And they look at each other. Deg. My heart feels like it's going to get out of place.

"Alya!" call me when we're only three meters away.

My wife and son reflexively looked back at me and Andre. Santi hurriedly pulled his hand from the man's grip. He looked shocked when he realized our arrival. While the man was looking strangely at me.

"Mass?" lirih.

I stared intently at my wife and the man in turn.

"Dad, don't we follow?" ask Alya.

"We're home, son!" ask me to pull my daughter's hand away from there.

"Mas!" call my wife who follows me from behind.

I just kept quiet without caring. I was so worried about him that he was actually chatting with other men in the park. It's worth waiting a long time and not coming back. I really didn't think my wife was like that.

I immediately took my two children to the car. I didn't want my two children to see us fighting, so I tried to hold back.

"It's late in the afternoon, we just go home, yeah!" I said while looking back in the back seat. My wife was sitting next to me.

"Yes, dad. I'm tired too!" sahut Alya's.

"What did you buy?" ask Andre.

"So I bought a doll with my mother's friend. Well, good, right, mas?" she showed me a small doll in her hand. I just glanced at it.

So they bribed my daughter with stuff iu. My inner.

I saw from the corner of my eyes, my wife was looking down while twisting her fingers. Maybe he didn't expect to be caught by me. All along the way we just kept quiet without anyone wanting to start a conversation.

Shortly after, we got home. I went straight to my room, and my two children went to their room.

I put myself on the couch and closed my eyes. I then massaged my forehead, my head hurt. My chest, of course, feels tight. I don't know where my wife is, she didn't follow me to my room. Maybe he was preparing an excuse to give it to me. I don't know.

Ten minutes later the door opened, it looked like it was Santi. He sat on the sofa.

"Mas, here I bring you cut fruit. I'm a bribe, huh?" her tanyanya held out her hand that was holding the cut fruit to my mouth.

I kept quiet, and I felt lazy to talk to him. To be honest I felt shocked and my chest was crowded to see him in the park earlier. Does he not feel that I am angry? Or he pretended not to know.

"Mas Mas's angry, huh?" he asked then.I still stick with my silent attitude.

"Mas, that's my friend. We met by accident and he asked me to talk. Sorry for making you wait so long."

A friend of hers said? Is there a friend who behaves like that? Didn't Santi say that he was married again. I don't know, there's disappointment in my heart, too. I, who has not long betrayed my wife, must experience it.

"Mas, don't shut up. Are you angry with me?"

"Mas, that was an old friend of mine. I just accidentally met him in the park!" inexplicably.

He looks surprised to hear my voice.

"I-I was trying to let go of my hand but she kept pushing, um."

"Let go because I came, right? If Andre and I hadn't come, would you have let go of that son of a bitch's hand?" I said with a higher voice.

He looks pale, "Mas?"

"Do you know why I separated from my children's mothers? And you want to do it again, huh?"

"Mas! Why do you think that?"

"I should be self-aware, if a man like me doesn't deserve to be with a rich woman like you! Men are worthy of you!"

"Mas! I never thought of it that way! Treasure is not important to me!" clearly with a vibrating voice.

I pulled my hair rough. Although Santi doesn't do what Lisa does, who knows. My chest feels so bad imagining it.

I got up from my seat, about to get out of the room but Santi pulled my hand.

"Where are you going?" preventably.

"Where am I going? I am a woman who has nothing! Home is at the wife's house! Where else am I going!"

"Mas! Why do you talk like that?"

"It's the reality! I'm just a poor man. That's why I've always underestimated women!" i'm fiery.

"Astagfirullah, ma'am! I never thought of you like that!"

"That's it. I quite understand! I just didn't expect you to be so at our wedding that just happened yesterday!"

"I really have nothing to do with him, my mom! The oath!" he said with a cry.

"You think about how many days our marriage is!" my firmness.

"Mas!" he held my hand tightly, the cry broke, "Oath, gold. I have nothing to do with him! Don't talk like that, ma'am."

I clasped his hand. They always do not want to confess when they are found out. Do I look so stupid that they think it would be easy to lie to me. I then came out of his room.

"What should I do now? Do I have to hold on?" my mummy while going down the stairs.

I walked out of the house. I don't know where I'm going. I was really disappointed and sick. In public places, the wife I just married holds a friendly hand with another man even in front of my daughter who understands nothing.

I loved him regardless of the illness he suffered. Especially since we got married, I loved her more. There are many hopes I want to build with him. But now, I no longer dare to hope. Every time I saw his face, I was back. It feels like my old wounds are reopened. Am I overreacting?

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