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As I opened the door of my husband's study I saw a scene that left me speechless while watching a romantic scene that my own husband had with Mira.

So busy they were, that they did not realize that I was watching a romantic scene they were doing.

I took my phone and recorded the romantic scenes they were doing with a burning passion.

After finishing filming their romantic scene, I closed the door of the room back slowly. I took my foot out of my husband's office, and brought two large plastic bags of food that I was going to share with my husband's officemates, but I canceled my intention to share them, because I'm afraid my husband knows that I already knew the betrayal he committed.

On the way to our house, I stopped a rickshaw on a traffic light intersection. I distributed the food in the big plastic that I brought to the street children who were riding at the intersection of the traffic lights.

After giving out the food, I rode the bike back to continue the journey to our house.

A few minutes later, I arrived in front of our house. I rushed into the house holding my son who was still sleeping soundly in a sling.

I walked slowly towards our bedroom and put my son's body into the baby box. I kissed my son's cheek gently to calm my raging bath.

I already have evidence of his betrayal, whether I should file for divorce, when my son is two years old, whether I should be patient for another year or I leave him now, I said in my heart and confused what to do.

If I leave him now, the Mira will feel victorious and will take possession of our possessions and will make my children suffer, O God give me guidance and help me face the test of this life, I said while crying sobbing.

I did not cry out of disappointment or pain for the betrayal of my husband, for I was numb to him, not even if I did not feel pain or disappointment, I only think about the fate of my children and I fear they will suffer from the selfishness of their parents.

While I was confused while crying, my daughter Syakira came into our bedroom.

" Ma, why are you crying?", asked my daughter, wiping away my tears.

" Mama ga nangis kok darling, mama's eyes flickering ajatadi get dust when buying your birthday cake", I said lying to my daughter, I told her, because I don't want to see her grieve knowing I'm crying.

" Where is your birthday cake?", he asked excitedly.

" It's in the fridge baby" I said, hugging him.

" I want to eat my birthday cake", she said, letting go of my arms and getting out of our bedroom and walking to the kitchen to pick up her birthday cake that I had bought online and delivered earlier this afternoon while my daughter was napping.

I rushed to the bathroom to clean my body and change my clothes, because in a moment, my husband would definitely arrive home. Maybe he will be late to come home today, because of fatigue due to his love with Mira in his office earlier, I said in my heart.

After bathing my children this afternoon, I was accompanying my children watching television while eating their birthday cakes. At five o'clock in the afternoon, my husband arrived at our house.

" Assalamualaikum" he said, smiling at me.

" Wa alaikum salam", I replied as usual.

" Ma, the cake is really good, ma, there are cartoon pictures" said my daughter.

" Yes dear, doain yes let our sustenance more abundant, so that we can still be almsgiving every your birthday and buy a birthday cake as well" I said with a smile on her face.

" Yes ma, Kira doain ya every day" he said while eating a birthday cake on his plate using a tablespoon.

" Why just came home bang?, usually at four in the afternoon already nyampe home?", asked my husband when passing us.

" Ooh, yes de kk, that was overtime brother, the superior brother from the center came to survey the office" he said with a smile on me.

I was silent at the look on his usual face without any guilt.

Maybe he was really happy with Mira, I said in my heart while turning my face away from him.

I better focus on taking care of my children, I said in my heart while smiling at my children who were imitating the ridiculous behavior in the funny cartoon movie we were watching.

Time passed quickly, at dinner, I asked him.

" Bang, our house on the old mountain, which we contract, we should just sell it, and we buy a house here for us to contract or can we use for business capital to open a store?", ask me to start the conversation.

" What kind of shop does Adek want to open?", he asked.

" The plan is I want to open a complete sewing equipment shop as well as I sew clothes to increase our income as well" I began to persuade him.

" Hopefully Mr. Putin will buy our house" I said with a smile on his face.

After dinner, I cleaned the dining table and cleaned the kitchen, so that my husband would first go into our bedroom.

I tried to act as usual, so that I could carry out the secret plan that I was carrying out without him noticing, for I would not allow them to be happy in the suffering of me and my children, I said in my heart while busy compiling the tableware that my sister-in-law had washed.

After finishing my kitchen work, I turned on the television to watch my favorite comedy movie.

I was a little amused to see the funny scenes performed by the comedic actors while looking at the direction of our bedroom.

I walked slowly to our bedroom door to see if my Husband was asleep or not, and it turned out that he had fallen asleep while hugging his pillow.

I went back to the tv room to turn off the television and wanted to rest.

I lay down my body behind him and hugged my pillow while covered in blankets.

I saw my son who was sleeping soundly in his enjoying style, feet on a pillow.

O Allah, strengthen my soul and body in the face of my household test that I cannot fix anymore, because he has no place in my heart, my love only claps one hand, and is free to fight for, because his love is not for me, I said in my heart while wiping away the tears that flowed from my two eyes.

Finally I fell into a deep sleep while hugging my pillow that always faithfully accompanied my sleep.

Early in the morning, I woke up as usual, and I did my duties as a housewife like other housewives who do household chores sincerely, though sometimes unappreciated, it's our risk as housewives, which is important we do it with all our heart.

Time passed, days changed weeks, weeks changed months.

After our house in the city of Old Mountain was sold, I opened a sewing equipment shop in a shophouse on the edge of the city highway Medan, a distance quite far from our house.

The sale of our house in the old mountain, just enough to rent a shop for the next two years and as the initial capital of a sewing equipment store business.

My son is now two and a half years old, and my daughter is almost eight. I took my son to our shop after finishing doing housework and taking care of my daughter Syakira to school.

Now my daughter is in second grade at Elementary School. My daughter Syakira is quite smart, because all this time she always got first place in her class.

Today I couldn't go to our store, because my sister-in-law was suddenly sick and unconscious. We panicked to see how she was suddenly like that, whether she was too tired to help me with housework, or whether there was an illness she had been suffering from all this time, without us knowing.

All this time, he was healthy and well, although he could not speak or say his heart, but from the look on his face, I could see that he was happy with us, because we always pay attention to his needs, even though I already know the betrayal of my husband, but I never hurt him will be in it.

After being hospitalized for the past three days, my sister-in-law asked us to take her home, because she was feeling well, and we did.

Right now, my sister-in-law is resting in her room. I put my son to bed first, so that I could do homework, while my husband was working in the office. My daughter hasn't come home from school.

Two hours later, I finished doing the abandoned housework for these three days.

I heard the sound of my son crying from our bedroom.

I rushed to the room to see my son.

I carried my son to silence him.

" Assalamualaikum ma", call my daughter who just returned from school from the porch of our house.

I rushed to our door to open the door.

" Wa alaikum greetings dear", I said after opening the door.

My daughter immediately entered our house and walked towards their bedroom.

I followed him from behind, holding my son Habib, who was no longer crying.

" Ma, Aunt is well, right?" asked my daughter.

" Dear, Aunt is well" I said, smiling at her and sitting on the edge of their bed.

" But Ma, Bibi, she's not moving - she's like a dead person" he said, looking at my sister-in-law.

I automatically noticed my sister-in-law's chest that didn't move, and I held her hand that turned out...

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