Neighbors Don't Know Themselves
The Part 3 MIRA
I did not expect my status to finally be revealed as well. That status I desperately hid, finally came to the surface because of the quarrel that had happened with my own husband. A lot of people witnessed our fight.
It is not easy to be me, even though I am now the first wife, the label of the actor is still attached to my name. My husband Iwan is actually divorced from his first wife Wati. But for the past year they have returned, the reason is for the sake of children. My husband has 4 children from Wati. His age is not much different from my children from the first husband. The last two are even the same age as Diki and Diva, my son from Iwan. And now it's my turn to have honey.
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At first, I was the wife of Uda Irman, a man from Padang who had long wander in Bandung. Uda Irman has several clothing junko in shopping malls and clothing wholesalers. He has 10 employees who work to keep the jongko and one person who is trusted as his right hand. His efforts are quite advanced, but unfortunately not with our marriage.
Uda Irman is a man of strong character, his war is very rough, also very calculated with money. It's not just his words that hurt me, his physique too. Many times I have been the target of his anger. Being hit, slapped, kicked, even hitting my head on a wall. Stupidly, I stayed and hoped he would change.
But always hope is only hope, the reality is that he still does not change. In front of him I was but a lump of flesh, a helpless prey as he vented his will. Not just to me, to our children as well. Aril, my first child, was even put in a tub of water just because he was fussy in the middle of the night. I ran away to my parents' house and asked for a divorce. Tomorrow Uda Irman is coming after me. My request for divorce was not granted, even in front of my parents he prostrated his feet while apologizing and promised not to repeat it again. I am also devastated and ready to be brought back home.
At that time her treatment changed, so we had two more daughters, Kiran and Tita. After that my husband's efforts advanced, and he never hit me again. But even so, still I was tormented because the stingy nature and calculations never changed. I could only look at Him who daily brought home the red money from trading without being able to touch it. Until then I met with Iwan who blessed me not only with money, but also the affection that I had never gotten.
The first time we met, it actually started with an accident. I was tired of being born bathin because of marriage with Uda Irman was accidentally reunited with Iwan while I was guarding a clothing line. Jongko that I sometimes wait if coincidentally Uda Irman shopping stock to Tanah Abang . Like that day, when I was contemplating myself in the jongko thinking about my fate, came Iwan who was looking for clothes.
Our meetings were actually fairly ordinary, just between the seller and the buyer. Nothing special except a few jokes that somehow just stuck in my heart. Like when Iwan asked why I daydreamed to ignore He who called me many times.
I just smiled in response, not too serious let alone to be taken by heart. He finally came home after paying for his clothes.
"Originally Tea, this shirt will not wash me. The former is held by the hands of a beautiful girl. Who knows kangen right, just kissed aja." he said again before going home. And strangely I laughed happily, not feeling uncomfortable at all.
"Later to come again, Tea." he said before it really passed. I just nodded in agreement.
It turns out that what he said was really done. Many times Iwan came to buy clothes, but I knew what he was looking for was me. Until finally he was desperate to ask for my phone number, even though at that time I was with my husband in Jongko. Feelings of anxiety and adrenaline that rose high because of fear of being discovered, it turned out to cause a sensation in my heart.
At the bottom of our clothes were whispering, but did not forget to keep pretending to chat in a rather loud voice as if bargaining with each other so that my husband did not suspect. Many times Iwan held my hand, many times I was pushed aside for fear of being discovered. And finally Iwan recklessly*******my lips are right in front of my husband who is focusing on recording grocery bonds. If only there were no shelves of clothes to hold on, maybe at that time I had fallen down because of shaky legs and a fast beating heart irregularly. But for some reason, I liked it.
"Nuhun Uda, I will come again" he said, waving at my husband, as if nothing had happened.
Next can be guessed, we gave each other intense news through WA and even video calls. Until the peak we met secretly and Iwan took me to the inn in the North Bandung area. You can guess what we did. I made her drunk with her treatment of me. To him I can spook, something I can't do to my husband Uda Irman. I was treated like a queen, I was satisfied. My dry mind is filled with love. Lahirkun did not escape the overflow of money.
Iwan is indeed a manly man, he clearly admitted that he was married and had two children. But I don't care, I just want it. I want love and contentment that makes me more addicted. And of course money. He was not only kind to me, to my children as well. Until finally this forbidden relationship produced a fetus in my stomach.
