OUR HUSBAND IS TOGETHER

SUCKS DAY

I don't know what else to say I'll describe this heart condition. I don't pronounce his name orally, just in my mind. He did so, shook my hand while calling the word “Farah” there. No, it's just acting. I can guarantee that the woman is as shocked as I am.

“Chevani,” I give a wry smile that is not realized by Bu Naumi or Bik Nah. But the woman, she understood that in the end I also followed the direction of the game.

“This is my bangs from Batam,” Bu Naumi stepped forward. Leave me alone on the porch. While Bik Nah, the old woman was busy struggling with eating and drinking for the guest.

It's true, the world is very narrow. I have gone so far as to leave my hometown to save myself. Damn nahas is still siding. Back I was reunited with one part of Batam City. Mrs Farah. Who would have thought that he was the nephew of my own master. Somehow the condition of his relationship with Mr. Reno, I'm sure that he will tell me in this place.

...***...

Long time I struggled with the mind in a long bench. Pricilia sleeps, Ozone also sails in dreamland in her room. Four minutes after that, I was presented by the sight of Bu Naumi carrying some plastic that was stuffed somehow in the kitchen doorway. He said goodbye to his uncle, wanted to go to the laundry he said.

This afternoon is the best time for a Chevani Agra. I have not touched the food at all. I don't know why, I suddenly lost my taste. All I want is to turn the clock. Yes, although it will remain impossible.

“Tell me what really happened,”

The deg!

Is a sentence that makes the corn sweat drip from the temple. My rumble returned. It was even more devastating than when I first saw his face on the doorstep this morning. Naumi's mom is gone, it's time for me to be interrogated.

“There's nothing you need to cover up for Chevani. I already know that you have married a man in this city from my Aunt,”

Yes, even I had guessed before he told me. The five-year-old woman above me must have asked Ms. Naumi a lot of questions.

“A-I,” ah, it's hard to just say a word.

“Did you know Reno was seriously ill after you ran off somewhere?” a pair of netraku buyak not believe.

“Is that so?”

“Hah! I regret leaving my ex-husband to the wrong person,” the woman is now sitting next to me. We were only a few centimeters away on a long bench. His eyes stared blankly towards the front, many mini trees as well as a small pond in this place.

“What pain?” my curiosity is sticking. Honestly, I really wanted to know how they were doing after I left without saying goodbye. Yes, the admirer do’a has indeed really served it at this time as well.

“You don't need to know, it doesn't matter either.” Ms. Farah fixed her position, facing towards me. “Then, what kind of a man figure is able to make a maid out of the grasp of his own employer?”

I really am dead said. I want to run, but it is impossible. If I could choose, I wouldn't take this job at the risk of meeting people in the past. Honey, it's too late.

“It was hard for me to marry someone I didn't love at all, Mom,” a self-defense I imagined.

“Strouble you say? Then is it much easier to give a reception without his partner one more?” the woman began to get emotional. Teeth beating.

“I am happy with my husband. I beg you, please don't tell anyone I'm here,” after I leave. Not wanting to prolong business. However, when my steps were still half, the woman again said my name. I'm turning.

“Are you still in touch with your best friend?” he sat on the same spot.

“Who?”

“Ratna,”

“I don't even know where he is,” I replied lethargic. I don't know how many months to my friend during the gray-white did not come back.

“Good,” bu Farah threw away a glance. “never befriend him again,” then he rushed off ahead of me.

My legs ran after Bu Farah who was already far ahead. Unfortunately, I found a black vehicle darting away from this building. Just new.

Ck! Again a new question arises.

...***...

A cup of hot chocolate has been caught. Then, without a doubt I brew it slowly.

“You like?” Demian tucked my dangling hair behind my ear. I'm nodding.

Tonight, it rained again. Making my little daughter cling to the bed with a thick cloth wrapped around her body. His father and mother were in the middle of the room.

“There is something I want to say,” Demian's voice is almost buried with the torrent of rain.

I turned my head, a moment later asked “what?” Demian started talking.

“Let me go home to Batam for one week only,” a sentence that keeps my eyebrows linked together.

“Why?”

“My mother is in need of this child,” Demian's long-goals look me in the face. I smiled, then said “I'm coming,” Darling, Demian immediately shook his head.

“How can I possibly live alone here?” my face is getting sour. A few questions in the brain.

“There's Pricilia, dear.”

“What's wrong if I come?”

“I don't want you to be exhausted,” the man presents the sweetest smile. A smile that would disappear a week later. Should I let? I don't accept being tired as an excuse.

That night, in the middle of the rain that hit the city of Jakarta. I cried, whining for my husband to heed his wife's request. I promise I won't make a fuss, even Pricilia I'll make sure it's always in comfort. I argued for a long time, and in the end the defeat remained mine.

“You're selfish!” I shouted in the water from the sky.

Demian grabbed my body, then drowned it in a hug. I sobbed. Will I be strong later? Yeah, just tell me that I'm a lebay. I endured thousands of days of life, but was devastated when I was left for only a week by the man I loved. But how? I'm sure that outside there, there are also many women who are not sincerely left behind.

“Good. A week no more,” I relented in the end. Demian's too selfish tonight. Should I stay in a quiet house like this?

“I promise,” the man ruffled my hair.

Today really sucks. From morning until night I was surprised by the unexpected. Starting from my meeting with Bu Farah, to Demian's sudden departure. Oh yeah, speaking of my former employer's wife, I didn't tell Demian. Let me know. Even if in the future if Bu Farah would complain so that people would know of my whereabouts, I would still hide it from Demian. Pity that man if he had to engage with the past humans of his wife.

“A-hold. Come on,” Demian brought my body up on the bed.

...***...

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