OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER

SHOCKINGLY

I'm choked. I don't know what happened but I felt a soft, wet expanse sitting on the top.

Oh christ!

My heart feels like it's coming off.

“Why did your face turn pale?” The voice sounded very close, half whispering.

Silent.

Until the minute I still pegged in the corner of this kingsize bed. My mind is anchored to the realms of nowhere. What did he just do?

“I know you haven't felt that sensation in a long time. Then marry me, Chevani.”

The deg!

This time I began to understand where this man was going.

“Let me out Sir!” I who was half conscious tried to get up and immediately pulled the knock of the door that was closed tightly but not locked.

Mr. Reno followed.

Thank God he didn't force me in that place.

I headed to the first floor to immediately clean up the pile of greasy dishes that had settled on the wastafle. But when I wanted to set foot on the first rung of the stairs a strong pull managed to make me almost slammed and hit the chest of the field of dense hair like the man.

Bugh!

Oh myGod.

Getting warmer.

I decapitated.

“Cube you two days to think. I know a lonely woman like you would never be able to refuse an offer from a man who is almost a widower in front of you, excuse me.”

Aaaaaaaa! My heart was so hard to hear it.

Why is the relationship between employer and babu contaminated with this kind of love? I'm confused, really! Mr. Reno is still married to Ms. Farah but did not rule out the possibility that the man will divorce her soon. I have repeatedly forbidden him from even telling him to bring Bu Farah home. But how do you want? If indeed there is no inherent love then until whenever one of them must be reluctant to approach.

I still mute a thousand languages on the threshold of this ladder while Mr. Reno has gradually left me to wear clothes to go to work.

What did he do just now?

And why I foolishly followed without a fight. Ck shit!

I'm not angry when he says that a lonely woman like me would never be able to reject a figure I already know. And honestly I also loved him when I did not know that Mr. Reno was married.

Then is it possible that I can refuse him when he is divorced later?

I don't know if I'm dreaming in broad daylight.

...***...

Late this afternoon I just sat dumbstruck and watched Refa play his robots from a distance. My mind is focused on tomorrow.

Yes, tomorrow.

The day that a curly-haired man who said he loved me so much even once forced me to be his partner would marry another woman whose figure was not me.

I never had a problem with who she was getting married to because I never really loved her. But swear! Until this moment I was still wondering what made the gondrong do this to me.

Will he ever see me like before?

Or even just ask the news of Pricilia, a tiny baby who at that time was often timang-timang.

Nah! I'm not coming to the reception tomorrow.

I thought about it mature.

Enough Neni and Elin as representatives of myself, I don't want to add any more. Because there will be a lot of questions in my brain about the peculiarity of what the fat guy has been doing all this time. Besides, I don't want him to know that my son's missing, I don't want his talk in the cafe to be proven.

There are no more stories between us and hopefully one day I can figure out what causes you to act silly like this, Aren.

Grubaks.

“Gosh! What is it?”

Thump thud thud.

I spontaneously ran for a moment after hearing a strange sound from the kitchen. From this place I can also see that Refa is following from behind. We both panicked.

Blank.

I don't see anything here.

“Is there anyone?”

“Halo”

Who yeah?

What kind of a bull's voice was that?

Don't tell me there's a genie who suddenly came in and intends to disturb us.

“Chevani!”

The deg!

I'm drooping down.

“Mamaaaaaa!”

My breath was choked, I felt as if my entire organs were spontaneously coming to a halt. What dream was I yesterday? A shadow of torture was recorded back in my head.

A shoulder-haired lady suddenly nongoled before me with a flat face. I'm clumsy, I don't know what's gonna happen in the next minute.

“Mamaaaa!” Shouted Refa then slammed into the body of the woman, he replied with a hug.

Mrs Farah.

Dara is back.

I looked around and found the kitchen door open wide. Fix it! Then he's the one who broke it earlier.

There is no reason, the woman is still focused on holding the body of her son's balloon into the embrace. There, they meet.

“That's a real tangent cama Mama. Mama has tan?”

“Who said mom is working?”

“Papa. Tata papa mama kelja make beyitan atu mobin big again.”

“Eum yes dear. Soon your cars are coming yes.”

“Hoyeeeeeee.”

Cup.

I could clearly see the mother-daughter kissing her son's forehead warm. The vow! This is the first time during my time working in this house that Ms. Farah has indeed become a mother figure for her own son.

She why?

Is this just his incarnation?

“Now you go to room.”

“Iya Ma.”

Modar me!

It must be after this that I will be executed.

Neither I nor the thin-lipped woman noticed Refa's waistline starting to move away from the kitchen arena. I don't want to go where but obviously his body is dancing like a braid horse player in Java there. Perhaps his heart was very happy when he found out that his mother had returned home.

“Chevani!”

It's true.

Strengthen your body Che! Torture will be back soon.

I closed my eyes tightly, I also took a deep breath to hold the impact that Ms. Farah was about to throw. I resigned and if he said after this he would fire me I would not survive again. Let me leave a boy whom I consider to be my own son for the sake of the wholeness of his father and mother, I give in. I kept my eyes closed and hoped that my body would withstand the torment of Bu Farah. Strong Chevani! Strong! You can definitely! Until in the next second …

“Married to Reno and became a connecting mother to Refa. I've been sincere.”

WHWHAT?

...***...

Seriate

About why in grandma Lampir it can say that?

Did he have to see any more?

Nicky

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