Stupid Woman

Jakarta

There again Mas Dodi stepped.

I don't know what to do and how, not that I don't want Mas Dodi to make a living there again, which he says is a living for us.Yes we me and Fatih, come on.

After Mas Dodi's departure with his intention to end his relationship with Desti, Is it possible?!!, that question is now on my mind.

before going to Jakarta, Mas Dodi promised not to play with fire anymore, and would be serious about building our household from scratch again.

After a few days, I saw the device to access some of my social media that Mas Dodi had returned to me, which he said he used Desti with his consent.

Maybe it's like that guy who's in love drunk, blind love.

I see my lifestyle, Mas Dodi's activities with friends in my opinion began to be ordinary, although there are still one or two people who discuss about women who have been evil to me.

Days change, months go by, Mas Dodi is always on time when sending money for my needs and Fatih, even though it remains the same ,yes 200 thousand rupiah for 1 week.If it is said not enough is certain, but as much as I can give my energy to be enough until when Mas Dodi send money back to me.

When I was outside the house I was getting used to sometimes the fear, the shame I had to face raged inside.

"Mm..still feel at home here, if her husband does not want to meet her!". many and there is no one who said that, like that,but I'm used to it.Maybe I can be tough outside but after a night I still regret what I did this is the best way.

I just thought, maybe today I am in trouble, maybe they, or people who scorn me.I let them imagine their own views on me.

" Cling..dret..dret..",my courtier broke my daydream.

"Dek,Mas is home tomorrow!", a short message from my husband ah', whether I can still call him that name.

I busy my days with Fatih, who had started to grow up, her weight began to rise, it was probably because her heart was also not worried because of the problems I had with her father.

I have never sought any such information, in people who always mock me, insult or demean me, I leave everything to the Creator.But one by one only people who have insulted me they get even more severe trials, even more severe,maybe if I was really evil I would laugh back at them, but I didn't.I'd rather take care of the problems I have than deal with the problems of others.

The next day Mas Dodi arrived, I let him rest first, while I prepared food for him.

"She!, Here's a minute", call him

" It's Mas!", I walked over to Mas Dodi.

"I'm going to live in the village of dek, I want to start again, okay?", he asked me.

" Nothing Mas", my heart's happy, yes I feel happy, because at least there are no more people who will insult me here, in the village that I am also a stranger.

Mas Dodi explained that the problem of He and Desti was finished, Desti returned to her husband, to her children and family, and Mas Dodi did too.

Maybe Mas Dodi also can not accept or even forget the short love story.

Ah, I think it's a later affair, the important thing is that Mas Dodi promises not to repeat his actions again.

Every day I pass but there are still traces of the woman left on social media, until everything that comes and I see is hastily removed,all of my photos that Desti edited and replaced with his photo were not missed for me to delete.

I see Mas Dodi still save his contacts, I also ask permission to remove all bad memories in the device Mas Dodi, He also allows it, but maybe not yet be able to classify it.