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The event in wait was finally done well. Many of our high school and college friends came. And don't forget, the line of exes who deliberately invited me to make my blood boil.

How would my blood not boil if I saw them deliberately kissing and hugging my husband in public. Some even put their threats in my ear. Shedding his war drums against me.

Hahahaha it's not funny. They threatened to take mas dzaky from me, wooooouuu.

Some even say that he has a son from mas dzaky and someday he will come to take their son to take mas dzaky from me.

Should I believe it? My little heart believed the woman's words, because I told you that she had committed adultery in the past. Maybe this woman is what I mean. Hopefully, mas dzaky has really repented and changed now.

The ego that now rules me says that if I have to keep my husband, I have to think about my own life and happiness.

Let it be the past of mas dzaky, the most important thing now is his wife, his future. I believe God gave me what I needed, and that must be what was best for me.

Morning had turned into night, all the events had finished, now we had also returned home. After cleaning ourselves we prepare for sleep. Resting the body from the tiredness of the day.

A week later

I never thought if the marriage I proposed would be a beautiful and peaceful marriage now it must be blown by a storm, hit by the waves . It's like a tsunami that's corroborating settlements on the coast. Destroyed, messed. Just leaving a piece of hope and a piece of hope.

This morning I woke up at 4:30 because I heard the sound of Adhan. After the prayer I rushed to the kitchen to cook breakfast . Finished cooking me a shower. While mas dzaky since the end of dawn was still busy with his laptop to check the financial statements caffe.

We sat together at the dining table. We ate our breakfast devouringly and without sound. These are the moments of the storm and the waves will come to ravage my household.

ting tong ting tong ting tong ting tong tong

Yes, she is the woman who last week said she would come to see mas dzaky bring a child from the results of his zina in the past.

I invited him in and invited him to sit down.

"Who's dear?" Asked mas dzaky from the direction of the room with a shout.

"Guild you, come down."

"Okay, just a minute."

Shortly down, the look on his face implied the same shock I felt when I opened the door. Especially when I looked and observed the innocent face of this little boy in front of me.

His face is very similar to my husband's, I can confirm that he's a real boy mas dzaky. I'm sure just by looking and observing it.

"Please drink first mba, while waiting for the dzakynya mas down." I said shortly after putting two drinks on the table.

"Why do you look so ordinary, you're not angry?"

"No mbak, for me everyone has a past. Afraid? Why am I afraid?"

"You're not afraid that dzaky will leave you after meeting this boy?"

"The truth is, I'm just afraid of the creator."