My wife's lover

chapter 8

I just arrived at my mother's house after first going to the mosque until Isya. Mom is sitting in the living room. His forehead frowned when he knew I was coming.

"You're staying here again, son?" tanyanya.

I nodded quickly, "Yes, ma'am."

"Why, son? It's not good to let the problem drag on. Poor Andre and Alya."

"Mom, I'm going to divorce Lisa" I said slowly but with great emphasis.

"What's? Why,To? I don't agree!" he said with a high tone.

"Mom, I can't live with Lisa anymore. My decision is round. Please understand."

"You are it, To. Back when your father didn't agree you married Lisa but you insisted on still marrying her, now you also insist on wanting to divorce her!" mother protest.

I took a heavy breath, "I'm sorry, ma'am." I said lethargicly. Maybe I used to be blinded by love so I didn't want to hear what my parents said.

I threw my body onto the sofa. I feel tired. It was unexpected that the household I built on the basis of love was on the verge of collapse. I can't imagine how devastated my two children feel.

My mother sat down next to me, "What's your problem until you want a divorce? Don't like to make decisions when you're angry!"

"I've been thinking about it for a few days, Mom. And I'm sure of my decision!"

"What's the big deal about getting divorced? To sacrifice your children."

Should I be honest with Mom? I'm afraid that later my mother will hate Lisa, "We can't be together anymore, Mom. I can't keep pretending in front of him. Please just pray that this is the best."

Hhh, the mother took a heavy breath and then got up and left me to go into her room.

I'm sorry, mom. I closed my eyes. Due to exhaustion I fell asleep quickly.

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Coming home from dawn prayers, I then had breakfast fried rice that my mother had prepared for me. I remember Lisa's fried rice. Ahh, why do I remember him and it makes me remember his betrayal as well.

I saw Aminah looking at me with a look I couldn't read. Maybe my sister was surprised to see me staying at my mother's house these two days but she was reluctant to ask.

After I finished breakfast, I approached my mother, "Mom, here's a little money to buy rice. Sorry ma'am, it can only be this way," I said as I gave the red money three sheets to mother.

"Well, most of this, To. Make your wife and child less," reject the subtle mother.

"It's okay, mom. I'll eat here. If there's any more sustenance, I'll give you again."

"Hmm, may your decision change" said the mother who soon passed from before me. Ahh, if you know why I'm like this.

I took my bike and went to the store.

I work as usual. After the afternoon break, Budi and I returned to deliver the goods to the buyer.

"We drove him a bit far, To," explained Budi.

"It's okay," I said.

After about half an hour, we reached the buyer's house. It's not a house but it's more like a building. Or indeed the house of a rich man that looks like a building.

Me and Budi were busy dropping off the goods. As I was about to go home, I saw a man talking to the owner of the building. It turned out that someone was offering the owner of the building to order all kinds of fences and iron doors to the welding workshop where he worked by showing brochures.

I don't know why I'm interested in asking for the brochure, too.

"Does you want a message too?" ask the guy.

"Hmm, look around first," I replied. Who do you want a message for? The land to build a house does not have. Batinku.

"Father works in this workshop?" my many.

"I'm just offering. If anyone messages through me then I will get a commission from the owner of the workshop," he explained.

I nodded my head, "Oh so. So if I can find people who want to order in this workshop, I also get a commission?" I became more curious and became interested after hearing the father's explanation.

"Yes, you'll get ten percent of the profit."

Well, I'm more interested, "The brochure I brought yes, sir? Can I stop by this shop?"

"Oh yes, I can. The workshop opens at eight and closes at five in the afternoon, yes" he explained.

I nodded my head, "All right, thank you. Excuse me first, sir," I said.

I immediately followed Budi to the car, "You're even talking to the guy anyway, To." protested Budi.

"Sorry,Bud. I'm looking for a new venture" I replied.

"You want to quit your job at Toni's store?"

Budi shook his head and started the engine, "There's only you, To."

"Doain donk, I hope I can get a side job. Good for divorce,"

Suddenly braked suddenly.

"What the hell are you doing, Bud?" I said annoyed as I glared at him.

"I'm sorry, I'm shocked" he said, then restarted the engine.

"Huuhh," I'm still upset. My heart was going to fall because of it.

"You're surprised, just surprised me."

"You're the one who surprised me, kok!" my protest.

"You are the one who surprised me! So you really want a divorce?"

I nodded quickly, "It's a real fake time!" my murmur.

"You're not grateful to have a wife as beautiful as Lisa, I'm even divorced."

"Huuhh, she's also not grateful to have a handsome husband like me."

"Hahhaa, you handsome boy,To,To!" Be taunting me.

"Indeed I'm handsome, eat it even though she's beautiful but still want to be like me."

"Hhh, the fate of ugly people is like this. Until now not married either," Budi put on a sad face.

"Well what not yet it's not a bad deal what a handsome, Bud. But since the soul mate is already set."

"Why did you get divorced?"

"Hmm, please Bud. Since we've been best friends for a long time, I'll tell you a little. But you promised not to tell anyone!" I took a heavy breath. The pain re-emerged, "Lisa's not a loyal wife."

"Not a loyal wife what do you mean,To?"

"He's been cheating."

Again Budi braked suddenly until I was not wearing a seatbelt so hit dashboart.

"Budiy!" screams tight.

"Sorry! You're making me surprised again!"

"You're the one who surprised me!" my protest.

"Yes, you are!" expostulation.

"Iihh nih people. He's the one who's making the shock of someone else's life." I'm emotional.

"Yes you're making me surprised to say that Lisa's been cheating."

I took a deep breath, "Indeed he's cheating. I saw my own eyes!"

"Hhhh, my eyes don't see."

I fisted his shoulder until he grimaced.

"Are you sure To wants to get divorced from Lisa?"

"Thousand sure!" my answer.

"Hhhh, I can only pray, To. Hope your decision is the best."

"Aamiinu. Thanks," I said.

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