SURVIVING BECAUSE OF STATUS

THE PROMISE THAT WAS MADE

Another change from my husband, every time I go home and go to work, I am always picked up. Even before leaving for work he took the time to take Rania to school. It's not sweet.

But the fear is still there, I'm happy with the treatment. It was especially so when Rania wanted to bust with her father. My daughter is very spoiled if there is Mas Amir.

Want to learn with dad, bribed with dad, want to play with dad. Sometimes I feel like my mother is not needed. I forbade my husband to obey all his wishes.

But he said he changed the time he wasted on other women, so there was a distance between father and son.

I looked at the two people in front of me, Rania was dressing her father. My husband just resigned when fitted with lipstick, his hair mounted hello kitty ribbon.

My heart aches for no reason. I'll hold on for Rania's smile to keep it fluffy. For the sake of your pride, mom and dad, it's okay to try to erase those bad memories.

“mother look, beautiful father kayak barbie” voice of my son. Referring to his favorite Barbie doll.

Eyeshadow, blush. Eyebrows. And the messy lipstick makes my husband's face look funny.

I can't help but laugh. I held my stomach cramping. I opened my eyes after my laughter subsided.Rania and her father saw me not blinking.

“mom,,,Rania has not seen mother laugh for a long time, mother beautiful” my son's voice really stopped my laughter instantly. Oh Allah.until I forget when I laughed after this.

I took a breath while holding my back. Shame to see them until they gawk so.

“why stop darling, laugh. Your husband misses your old laughter. Really mas not kidding.” Seriously looks.

I sat on the couch. Mas Amir and Rania were sitting under the carpet.

All the broken furniture has been replaced by my husband. He bought it himself after the office. Not involving me for fear of my soy sauce he said at the time.

He rubbed my shoulders, kissed my head while stroking my shoulder-length hair.

“laugh baby, let go of everything that's weighing on you. I'm happy to see it. Believe me” said gently.

Right in my ears. I slide my body away from my husband a few inches.

“you why?, what is uncomfortable mas hug?” he asked while looking at my face.

I'm shaking. I'm actually really uncomfortable. Treated so friendly. That awkward feeling still exists.

Various ways my husband did to make me comfortable being around him.

“can mas tanya something” asked while laying his head on my lap. I was confused as to what to do, if I was going to caress his head. Gently massage.

He pulled my second hand, like he could read my awkwardness.

“hmm...”that's all that came out of my lips.

“do you still love me?” what kind of question is this, I see Rania she's busy with her dolls. Making sure my son doesn't hear his father's questions.

“doesn't need me to answer mas, proof I'm still here not going anywhere?” answer me

“even though you don't love me anymore?”ask again, making me shocked.

“what did I say that?”askaku. Does my attitude show any signs of that?. It doesn't feel possible. Even to this day, I don't understand my feelings.

“if you survive because you still love me, I want proof.” He said while looking at me with an unusual look.

Suddenly my husband pulled my head down.

Our lips met, it felt soft, he started to move, mel*m*tnya slowly. I'm lured to reply l. Ci*m*nya is getting deeper. My chest is pounding great. Honestly, I haven't done it in a long time. Since the arrival of Andara in my life until this moment.

My breath hunts. I close my eyes and really enjoy this

“dad, her hairpin mana” we both jerked in shock at Rania's voice. Amir was sitting wrong.

I smiled seeing her red face. It turns out that the pinch is still perched in my husband's hair.

“Rania wants to bobok, dad accompany yah” he said while handing the clamp in his hand. Scroll the wall clock on the TV. 8 O'clock at night. Rania should have asked to be surrounded.

“but Rania hasn't been sleepy well,,,” replied my son. It was true, his eyes were still fresh there were no signs of drowsiness.

I smiled as I looked down as much as I could withhold the shame in me, my husband looking at me with a smile as happy as he was with me.

Sit back over there I . waiting for sleepy Rania. Kissing my hand over and over I blushed.

9 O'clock at night. I've been laying in my bed, while my husband is still in the bathroom.

Cleaning up the rest of the make up, on his face. If you remember my son. Recalling my husband's expression I laughed again while closing my mouth, afraid to sound Mas Amir.

The notification sound was heard from my husband's cell phone which was in the mouth. Curiosity haunts me. Wanting me to open it made sure my husband had no intention of beating me again.

It's not my habit to check my husband's privacy, I trust him completely. But I was once fooled by him, the man misused my beliefs.

“one more month, fight I will come collect your promise” the message listed there. from the new number that is not named.

I didn't suspect the sender was female because my husband's phone wasn't locked. It was different when he had a relationship with Andara. Even his cell phone never got out of him in the bathroom he brought.

I put it back where it was, acting as if nothing had happened. My husband came out just after I put his cellphone down.

“ready made sister for Rania?” what kind of question is that. I covered my face with a blanket to ward off the embarrassment that came.

“you know, your attitude is the same as the first night we used to be, but mas like” he said to make me more embarrassed just feel.

Suddenly he pulled my blanket, our faces looking. For a moment I was fascinated, my husband was really handsome. A perfect sculpture formed on his face. His eyebrows, nose, eyes, jaws are really beautiful to see. Even the lashes make me admire the almighty creation even more,

B*b*r we met, I was lulled, the heartbeat was getting crazier. My husband's hand went in through the crack of my shirt. Our B*b*r is still fused. His hands are at the destination. My body is shaking.

After all this time, this was the first time I did it again. After all the riots that happened, after the pain I felt. I'm gonna try to give my husband another chance.

Until I was jerked. I release my c**m* and my husband's hand at the same time. Reflex I sit. Why is the shadow of him doing it with another woman clearly drawn in my head. The same B*b*r that he used to kiss her, the same hand that he used to touch her. Suddenly the disgust came.

The pain back to my heart. Why is it so hard to erase the shadow of my husband's betrayal. I didn't feel my tears running down my cheeks. Suck slowly.

I sat down, hugging both knees. My husband's hand is round on my shoulder. Kiss my hair softly

“sorry for all the pain you feel, I am the cause” whispered in my ear, his voice softly, describing how sorry he is.

“may I ask for my rights tonight, I fear khilaf. Because it is still normal. This desire is soon completed.” He said it was right on my ear. I nodded

“do it, but I'm sorry I can't serve you, I can't quite” I replied slowly

He did it himself. I did not want to make any more sins. I had enough umpteenth I refused him. but my husband was still patiently waiting for me to be ready to do so.

“may Allah allow him to be Rania's sholeh sister and sholeh” whispered to me with a hunting breath, just after his h*sr*t was fulfilled

“only this can keep you by my side. Sorry if I was selfish but I don't want to lose you” he said again. My tears are no longer shed. Guilt hit my chest.

Whether all the women who have experienced betrayal feel the same way, or only I am unable to forget. Too vindictive, but I can't lie to my feelings by pretending.

I got up after my husband collapsed beside me, I went down my husband held my hand

“tau where?”tannya

Finished from the bathroom. I opened the closet drawer slowly so as not to make a sound. Taking a medicine, and the water I had put before going to bed. That's habitual. Afraid of midnight thirst.

“sorry, but I'm not ready for that. I don't want Rania's sister to sweeten sister before I can completely forget that betrayal” I murmured inwardly

“mu drink?” thrusting at my husband, dispelling suspicions after I took the medicine.

“can, thank you” replied, take a glass from my hand and drink it.

I've been sitting alone in this cafe for over an hour, just a cappuchino latte and a cheese toast. And I haven't touched it at all.

I hate myself for not forgetting this pain. Why is it so hard, I don't feel my tears dripping again and again.

The cafe is still quiet for visitors because it is not yet lunch hour, I deliberately took a seat on the second floor facing the glass looking at the outside scenery, deliberately turned my back to the entrance.

Afraid that someone might see me know I'm crying. True no, these tears are so easy to come out when remembering my husband's affair.

The pain I remember the most when I asked her to leave Andara, with tears in my eyes I begged, but what answer I got. “aku who wanted her to be my wife” the sentence still rang clearly.

This pain is back to me. Is there an affair committed with the Khilaf. I keep my honor as a wife and she gives it to another woman. The story is over, but the pain is still there.

Will he not repeat it again? the question is always raised. I rubbed my cheeks until finally...

“why today a lot of women cry, I've exhausted my” voice while thrusting tissue in front of me.

I'm stunned. I turn my head back to find the source of the sound. I almost screamed, when I found out the man who was carrying this tissue

I covered my lips with my hands so I wouldn't scream.

“Abang, whether fira is dreaming” I said in disbelief, my tears came back. I swear by whatever this guy can't guess. The HP number he gave back could not be reached.

“why every brother meet fira must cry, all that brother to make fira terharu?” said teasing me.

Believe me what he said was right, in front of him I was so easy to cry. If in front of my husband as much as possible I can hold it to look strong.

“ih, brother is still jahil” I replied removing tears with a tissue he gave.

“fira don't eat?” tannya

“not hungry” answer me briefly

“eat, pretend tough also need energy” still ignorant also right him

“ih, what the heck, brother pretentious” replied I tried my best to smile

“how is your husband and his new wife” asked with a face that suddenly became serious. Pulling the chair to my right.

“the story they have been berahir, Andara is in a mental hospital, it turns out that the woman has abnormalities” I replied with a straight look forward.

“my husband has changed he regrets, now his attitude is sweeter” continued me with a wry smile.

“the problem is where, not everything has returned to how it was” he said looking at my face fixed.

“the problem is in fira bang, receiving a husband who once betrayed it is not as easy as imagined. Pain, fear and suspicion often natural fira”kataku

“what makes the fira still has not received Amir, his name is still Amir kan” kupelototti men who wear a dark blue shirt next to me. Really nosy him.

“fear change so mira” replied with a ignorant face. I want to feel that face.

“you guys are yes, it was college time like a brother, very familiar. It's like tom and jerry. Sharp gaze always directed what is it?” I asked, it's true I didn't lie. Even during my household with my husband. He would be angry if I mentioned the name bang fatih in front of him strangely open.

“what makes fira can not accept Amir” he repeated the same question.

“no bang, fira felt that what Mas Amir did now was nothing more than to make up for his guilt. There is no guarantee that he will not repeat it later with another woman” I replied

“you are still the same as before, it is easy to forgive people, but can not forget the slightest mistake. Easy trauma your bad thoughts it needs to be in the rukyah like” is serious, his ignorant face comes out again

“oiya abang koq is here” you are curious. There are actually a lot of questions for this guy. About his meeting in Bali with my husband. But for what, my husband explained

“abang want to meet friends” answer is short

“who.what , where there need what. Does fira know?” ask me curious

“one-one question, confused brother who wants to answer” he said with an annoyed face

“iya,”my answer slowly.

“dia used to ask big brother cat, funny, big brother dear tuh cat. But brother also love with the agreement he must take good care of her. Don't be hurt don't get thrown out. Now brother comes to take it again because it turns out he can not take care of it properly. Brother friend has broken his promise. That's why brother came to collect a promise to return it” he replied

well, it turns out this guy still likes to pet cats. At home in his cat village there are four how they are yes I remember. Everything is funny to worry about yourself if you remember.

“abang still pet cat” tanyaku. Before I answer someone is behind our seat. Denga coat in his left hand and map in his right hand.

“Master, hung..”the sentence hangs. I looked at that man

“Reno” call me slowly

“ibu syafira, how are you. How his self-help effort” asked him with a shocked face that could not be hidden strangely. How reno can know bang fatih.

“you know?” manya curious.

“iya, he's a personal driver of GLOBAL GROUP” replied reno with a strange look. What's with these two guys.

“but reno called sir,,,”cecarku again

“bu syafira misheard, you should spend the meal to focus, I'm sorry ma'am. Let's get your fatih already awaited. Excuse me, our shafira mother first”reno's answer sounds strange, did I really hear wrong?.

“remain stupid fira, because brother Likes a plain little stupid”sata bang fatih. It's a pity, from a long time ago now that sentence has never changed.

Before stepping out I saw my husband coming, he looked at me and bang fatih sharp alternately. It's so weird for these two guys.

“She's my wife if you forget”tap my husband, his gaze is still sharp.

“I know. I collect your promise afraid you forget” bang fatih speech no less sharp

“use the best time. Before the regret came” continued bang fatih again.I who was confused can only stare at them alternately.

Finished saying his last sentence. Bang fatih passed.

There is something strange, if it is indeed a fatih driver, why he walks casually while Reno walks behind him.

Bang's hand fell into his pants pocket. Cih, she's a cool ass.

“Dear bass Fira” my husband suddenly hugged me tightly. Like we haven't seen each other for a long time. What is this really about. My head is covered in big question marks.

Note: can anyone guess the direction????

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