SURVIVING BECAUSE OF STATUS

HOW'S ANTARA DOING?

“bu, tomorrow from the cigarette company representatives will come, want to rent advertising space in front of the store” that sounds sri.

“what time he said” make sure fear I'm not in place.

“maybe 8 am” he said again

“ can” my reply was short.

The sound of my phone was heard from inside the bag. After I saw my husband's name on it. Ahir-ahir this he always diligently called me from his workplace. Whatever his activities are always reported to me. Am I happy? no. gabe. My feelings are ordinary. Sometimes I even get distracted.

“assalamualaikum mas..”sapaku open conversation

“waalaikum greetings..video call aja yes, mas kangen” said spoiled from across. Believe me it's a strange habit now. No regular phone calls, no video calls.

Shifting pictures of green color phone. Change settings from voice call, To video call . My husband's face was clearly there he was smiling. I smiled back too. After a moment of pleasantries my husband revealed his meaning.

“sayang we don't want to look andara. Don't get me wrong. Aunt Kamila said she wanted to see you. Something to say.” Be quiet for a moment

“but if the objection is not necessary, I will convey. Surely aunty kamila understood”hereinafter

“when?” much

“Tomorrow if you can, but if not yes we find when you usually” now all amir decisions are up to me. His attitude is getting sweeter, it should be able to make me melt. But why my heart still can't accept it. May time heal this wound.

“sorry, if tomorrow I have an appointment with a cigarette company representative. We will find time again ya”

“iya, it's up to my queen, I just follow her candles from across. I laughed, this sounds so funny. Amir laughed too.

“already yes,,, I still have a lot of work”, my husband's gaze disappointed. I try to smile sweetly.

“you don't miss or how is it your handsome husband” his voice teases me. Smiling while raising his eyebrows up and down.

“we'll meet at home” I replied

“oke dear, his work is not tired, your health is considered as well, do not forget to rest. assalamualaikum” a line of advice he said. Am I touched. No. My mind is still bad about him.

Is my heart numb? I don't know. Her attention, her sweetness, did not give any change to my heart. I never felt a beat in my heart when my husband behaved outside of his habit. Pamper me, hug me or whatever.

Leaving the morning home in the afternoon, as much as possible always have dinner at home. The habit has returned to its original form. But my heart remains where those bad memories happened.

Three months of his marriage to Andara, three months also my husband tortured me with his attitude.

My hate is no longer mountain. This pain has been reduced a little. But the heart cannot feel happy when with him.

The love that used to be only for her now no longer exists. There is only Rania in my heart. There is always wisdom in every situation. Now, mas amir is no longer my center of attraction. My efforts, Rania and my two parents took over.

***

“turn tini please clothes in your room in packing into the bag, all the clothes of the father who was there returned to his place. I want to return everything to the owner. Afraid it still needed” I told mbak tini.

“oiya, do not let anyone left behind mbak, other items also”

“iya bu” the woman entered the room that once occupied Andara.

“the smell is good bu, koq can bu Andara feel at home stay in this room” that sound mbak tini from your room.

“lho, mbak tini g never clean” muchu wonder. Strange this guy. My orders are the same as before. Clean all rooms. Without exception

“this shirt is all I've put in, jewelry, watches. Here's the bu” car key I'm jerking. I forgot that there was a car in the garage.

“play in his room first. Oiya mbak emang room Andara never cleaned” curious in my mind

“bu Andara that strictly forbid me to enter his room. Let alone clean it bu” reality I just found out. As long as that woman stays in my house, I never know what she's doing here. It just smells unnatural when I come in. That means the sheets are never replaced

“no gaffer in room bu Andara” voice my assistant jerked me from daydream.

“cook mbak, try to check again” my command if there is no room andara, go where. Half his shirt on my desk he was carrying at the time.

“no bu, I have checked all the cabinets and drawers also” he replied from inside.

I followed this up just to make sure. There really isn't.

“try to check the room next to the mom, because I often see the father out of there”

better know my maid than I am his own wife.as long as he married Andara indeed I have not paid attention to her anymore.

The pain has made me a fool. Forgetting my obligations, not really, I wanted to share those responsibilities with my husband's second wife.

mbak tini out, I followed him behind.

Open the closet in the room next to the room in your place. Sure enough, my husband's clothes are neatly arranged there.so all this time?

Various conjectures encompassed my heart. Did mas amir separate the room with Andara. I don't know...

***

“ini mother Syafira sir, please enter” sound sri, make my focus from computer switch staring at her.

Two full-bodied men with clean white skin slightly squinty eyes. I stood up to greet him. After introducing myself I let them sit down. They're representatives of cigarette companies.

“so this is the agreement file ma'am we will rent for 5 years” men who wear glasses give me documents in the map that shows the company logo.

“iya, I read first yes sir.” take the map placed in my work table.

“lho, this nominal listed here is not wrong sir?” many wonder.

how not, this figure almost equates to the rental of shop buildings and shophouses yesterday for 5 years

“indeed why mom, the rent is small yes..well I change the file later I addi”.

“no, not too little this is mostly pak” why rich people want to spend money just for advertising in this small space

“ooo..so look ma'am, I see this store porspeknya good. So I will rent for the long term, so that when this store is crowded, I do not need to extend and of course the rent is also up” explained the father with glasses at length.

I nodded

“but still this is too much I take half of it, how pak”tanyaku. Because this really doesn't make sense

“apologies mom, just accept don't make it harder for me” answers fatter dad with his distended stomach. Flabbergasted me

“I don't want to complicate, I just want you not to lose later” I replied convincingly

“so this father must get a mother's signature for rental advertising space with the nominal listed should not be less, otherwise he will be fired, is it sir?” I nodded along with the nod of the father earlier.

Sri understood his meaning. Why do I meet strange people.O Allah. I really don't understand the thoughts of people with a lot of money.

***.

Saturday morning, after the agreed time between me and my husband. Then we went to visit Andara. After finishing the self-service opening business that you named “F&R Mart”.

Various bouquets neatly arranged. Of course, GLOBAL GROUP is the first and the largest and most striking of other flower bouquets. My husband's company also did not forget to congratulate me on opening my supermarket.

We have two cars. One car I'll return later. I don't know why seeing that car made my heart feel torn apart. Angry and disappointed, it was still real when my husband bought the car right on his birthday.

My husband doesn't mind me giving it back. Everything that happened at home was completely left to me his decision.

After a 4-hour journey we are here now. Just waiting for the officer who will take me to my honeymoon room.

“please enter bu” the officer who delivered the invite. after we were in front of the room owned by andara. Honestly the fear was still there, what if he suddenly went berserk.

“assalamualaikum..”ucapku and husband together. I heard the answer from within. Andara looks fresher. Plain face without make up, her hair is still equally beautiful, the clothes she wears are so nice to look like not usually clothes lacking materials.

After having a pleasant conversation over the agreement, Amir waited for me outside because Andara wanted to talk to me alone. His face was calmer, a smile could not be seen on his face.

“forgive me mbak” my honeymoon opens the conversation

“it's okay” I replied slowly. My fear has gone away and my sympathy has gone deep

“i've been selfish, destroyed my family mbak syafira” her tears started dripping down her cheeks. Shoulders shaking. I just slowly rubbed to calm down

“i've forgiven, nothing to think about. What matters is that you are healthy. Oiya mbak bring gifts for you” his eyes glared in disbelief. The puddle of water was still visible in his eye sinks. Basically this woman is good, I don't know what makes her so

I gave her a gift package that I had prepared from home. This woman accepted it with a confused face.

“can be opened mbak” tanyanya memnita permission

“by, just open it hope you like” my reply is sincere.

Tears were spilled when she found out about the contents of her card.

“thank you mbak, it has reminded me to be closer to the creator” he replied. Just a face. The one I gave but his facial expression was like I bought him a diamond.

His gaze glared, we sat together on the side of the bed.

“i used to be pampered from small, my parents divorced, I follow mama. mama will remarry with rich men. With the record he doesn't want me in his household. Mama married me to Riko. Because mama thought she wouldn't be able to take care of me anymore. she would rather follow her husband and leave me.” Breathing heavily like there was a burden of life that he wanted to complete

“early wedding everything looks perfect. Husband pampering me. Whatever I want everything is fulfilled. He loves me so much. But not with his parents. My mother-in-law hated me more and more. He hated my lifestyle which he considered to like foya-foya” paused for a moment his gaze was still glaring.

“She wants a child from me, every day that she talks about child and child. To make me depressed. For me the existence of a child will only be a barrier to me being able to freely exit” he looked at me

“even he urged Riko to divorce me, I was angry, how not wanted by my own family now the husband's family also does not want me. Like a discarded person. My feeling is broken.”

“until the end I met Mas Amir. That looks more established, we exchange contacts. I'm looking for ways to make my husband fall into my arms. Until finally through social media posts friends.I know that mas amir there is Bali and I make sure that mbak do not follow. Everything I designed so that mas amir married me. Starting from making a false story about KDRT and also a romantic dinner set. I have prepared a birthday present. In fact I have prepared the most sexy lengarie I have”

“Usaha I succeeded, we did. I think he's in love. Turns out I was wrong. That man loved his family so much. There was no other way for him to marry me. With the security threat of Mbak and Rania. Apparently succeeded. Everything I dreamed of was realized.we got married under pressure” his gaze pointed forward

“ I am truly the most evil human being. Really mbak can vent it now I am willing” he said again.

“when I returned home one week. He sleeps in the room mbak fira, even mbak tini is forbidden to clean the room Rania And mbak Fira. He wanted to treat his longing by smelling the body scent left on the mattress. I'm angry I can't do anything. I can't threaten because there are no you guys as my weapons”

“From the beginning of marriage we did not sleep one room. My determination was unanimous to have a child from mas amir so that he did not leave me at any time. The cunning way I do. Buying an adult CD. When I called him, tell him to come home with the same threat your safety would be at stake. Cruel indeed, but there is no choice I have to get pregnant”

“all that looks in the family room when mbak fira came home the invitation was all my will is not mas Amir. Which men are not hooked. Having previously given the drug p******g into his drink. There was an adult scene and I was flirting next to it. He lured us almost to do it. Until finally mbak shafira returned home” I was shocked to hear his words really what he said.

“trust me mbak mas Amir nice man. he so love mbak fira also Rania. He will be obedient when you are at home. My threat becomes a tool to be able to get anything including cars, jewelry and even holidays out of the country”

I took a deep breath hearing my honey. My burden is getting squeezed that I think it is not all true. I honestly believe in the story. The problem is the honesty of my husband. A heart that hurts. Hate that is mounting. The wounds that have been imprinted cannot change my feelings for my current husband.

He broke his promise to be honest whatever it was. But what, even his affair with Andara he closed neatly. Would he not lie again after this?, the question continued to haunt

talk about the car so remember.

“mbak come here, want to restore this”. I took the car keys out of the bag. Give it to Andara.

“apa this mbak” his gaze confused

“take this yours” answered I sincerely look at his face. Just wanted to make sure I was sincere.

The tears flowed in his breath as he pleased. Suddenly he hugged me tightly. Chest shaking. There's a hark inside me. I reciprocated his embrace occasionally rubbing his back gently.

“should have hated me or even hit me, because of the crimes I committed. But what, mbak instead returned this car which was clearly purchased with money husband mbak” his speech was broken because his crying did not also subside.

“you are entitled because you are still the legal wife of my husband until this moment. Mbak is happy you want to change hopefully the gift that mbak give useful, bring Andara to the right path” said me while releasing his embrace. I wiped the tears that flowed through her cheeks

“be a good woman, because no matter how goddamn a man she will still want a good woman to be a good wife and mother to her child” I said advising.

“I want to be like mbak fira later. So women are sholehah and can be patient with exams” he replied.

Our conversation broke off suddenly my husband came in

“forgive me mas..”andara changed his nickname his face bowed not looking at my husband. I rubbed his shoulders slowly.

“how is it?” ask my husband again

“well,, very good, I can already go home. But still choose here. I want to volunteer at this hospital. Give encouragement to people who have problems like me. I want to be useful to others” yes Allah.Latest I heard it.

“I do not want to be a thorn in your relationship. I beg the willingness of mas amir to my mentality” his words surprised me. How many changes he is seeing now. This woman is truly sincere.

“well, Felicia Andara bint hendra gunawan, from today I talak you with talak three. From today onwards I release you from the responsibility as my wife” falls the tears of my former madam. The sound of the amir mas is tenag like there is no burden. How heart. Still untouched. Only pity to see the fate that befalls Andara.

“this take as my last living or a gift for our divorce hopefully, useful” my husband took out his savings book and ATM card bag. I know it does have Andara in his room..

“thank you, you are indeed extraordinary humans can still forgive even though my actions do not deserve it.”tangisnya back,

“live well after this, we pamit” said I while giving a suitcase containing his clothes.

“thank you” my husband said as he hugged me and kissed me when we were already in the car. My heart is still bland. Until this moment whatever my husband did still has no effect. Had he been honest from the start I might still have accepted. But he prefers to cover everything.

Note: after divorce the husband is obliged to give his ex-wife mut’ah or gift. It could be jewelry, money shirts. Or other items according to the pleasure of his ex-wife.

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