SURVIVING BECAUSE OF STATUS

TRAUMATISED

I thought my life would be like a disinetron wife, betrayed, cheated on, conscious, forgiving and happy life after that, and then a passionate story. But it's real, sick, disappointed, hurt I really feel even the memory of my husband's kindness as if it eroded away the lie.

I've tried as much as I could. Receiving my husband's sweet treatment. I want my heart to soften quickly. Welcoming him home from work. Make dinner. Even accompanied him in bed.

Sometimes this heart is tickled curiosity, what the husband did during a forbidden relationship with Andara. There was no way the female classmate would not share it on social media.

Open social media in my spare time. I typed Andara's name, wondering if my guess was true. There are two Andara names on it.

I checked one of the accounts I never knew about. With a thumping heart I wait for the process. Thankfully it was not locked.

There was no update whatsoever, last he posted his birthday held in a famous hotel ballroom in my city. With swimming pool background.

Truly a lavish celebration, the pain was again whack. See the picture there. How happy that woman is. There were some pictures with his friends and also with my husband. Showing me a car present from my husband.

I know what I'm doing is wrong, bringing up the finished problem. But I don't know, my curiosity about how close their relationship was before the wedding was so great.

I wanted to be like another wife when her husband cheated, be able to forget that fast and live a normal life like nothing ever happened. But why can't I.

Oh God, my husband is good, his efforts to restore my trust are incredible. But why is this heart not yet receptive. I've forgiven them but why is it so hard to forget.

“do not open the problem that has passed ma'am, it will only add to the hatred of the mother to the husband. Poor mr. amir. She was so persistent in fighting for mom's trust. Appreciate that” sounds sri, after seeing me daydreaming staring at the computer in front of me

“mother from earlier called I think busy, it was busy looking for disease” he continued I was still silent.

I don't care what sri's talking about, I scroll down to see the other posts. Grow this heart. Various kinds of photos of the two of them are there, even photos of you embracing Mas Amir from behind.andara stood my husband sitting in a chair. With a view of a mountain concept cafe.

“don't claim to be beautiful if you haven't dated a husband of people” he wrote under the caption. I close my eyes, my tears are holding back from spilling here.

Kulirik sri, he's busy with his work. The more I looked down, the more the picture on it made my chest tight.

How cruel they both lied to me in such a way. And he admitted to being hilaf. Can the Hilaf be friendly?

Didn't see my husband's face depressed there his smile was perfectly fluffy. This is an old photo. But the pain returned as if it had just happened.

I shed tears, heartbroken to see the affection of Andara with my husband. The apakata of those who saw this post who knew Mas Amir as my husband but posed friendly with other women.

“kan already I said ma'am, the pain is the mother herself who is looking for. just close it, so that mother can forgive father with sincere” said sri, it turns out she saw me wipe the tears earlier.

I scroll down again, stunned by one photo

“bang fatih” muttered. Well, there's a photo of a fatih bang plastered for real. Wearing a black suit with open buttons, wearing a white shirt inside. Standing leaning against a white wall, the head turned to the right both hands inserted into the pants pocket. Really cool appearance.

“don't call my name Andara if I can't conquer this man” he wrote under the picture. So, youara had been eyeing bang fatih as well. Isn't he a driver, why his appearance is this cool.

“you know him sri” manyu on sri pointed screen featuring face bang fatih. He came up to me looking at my computer screen.

“cool ma'am, but I don't know” answered. I saw his face relaxed. Just want to make sure, if sri is monica obviously he knows because bang fatih chauffeur GLOBAL GROUP. There was nothing to suspect from this woman, her face was still as plain as ever.

“mom wants to avenge your affair?” suddenly tanyanya. I jolted at nothing this kid accused me of that.

“replying an affair with an affair only adds to the humiliation, meaning I am as jerk as they”.

“ooo...sukurlah” replied sri while sitting back at her work desk.

“apa women who have cheated the same as this yes sri” asked him even though he has not married at least sri understand what happened to my family. I told her that made my husband turn sweet on me.

“ya same mom, suspicious, lost trust, hate, heartache for sure. It takes time to heal. And the time is different for everyone. Mother may include people who have difficulty forgetting” he continued again.I agree with the last sentence. It had been three months but the pain was still as new.

Suddenly a rectangular thing on my desk sounded. My husband's name is on there

“sayang, today mas late home there is a problem in the field, our project has a problem. excuse me, yes, you do not have to wait for dinner. afraid to go home to the home” my husband said after I answered his phone.

“iya it's okay you be careful there ”I replied.

“please...” hang up the phone in a hurry. He forgot to answer the closing greeting.

My heart again felt uneasy, suddenly suspicious about my husband's actions reappeared. What should I do, God, believe it, or find out what it's doing out there.

“just positive thinking ma'am, how do you know there really is a problem” replied sri, like being able to hear my conversation. It's so weird this kid

“i am still traumatized sri, the reason overtime is no longer a new thing.”i replied me weakly.

My heart doesn't lie, how to explain my fear. The bad shadow about the affair is really painful

I'm still waiting for my husband to come home, at 10 p.m., but there's no sign of him coming. Several times changing TV channels tpi none of the shows that caught my attention. My mind is being overwhelmed with the question of what my husband, with whom, is he right to keep his heart from being tempted by other women.

The roar of the car engine sounded, I breathed a little relieved. I opened the door to welcome him. He walked away from me, I who had stretched out both hands about to hug had to be disappointed. I took his briefcase.

“not yet sleepy” I replied briefly

“what my wife still has good thoughts about her husband” that question seems to read my mind

“little..”again my answer is short

“alah.here hug, but do not protest, because your husband smells bad, from earlier has not bathed” he said while hugging me tightly.

I smelled her shirt making sure there wasn't a woman's perfume there

“you still wear perfume given by Andara” tanyaku.

“does my wife not like, ah,, I know my wife is jealous?” tanyanya while looking at me. I shook my head, honestly anything related to my husband and Andara's past I don't like. Makes my bad thoughts rise.

There are many questions in my mind, who bang fatih until you have been eyeing it. Women in your class can not chase the driver, right?

Reno, suddenly that name came to my mind. He must know who's fatih. I'll ask him later.

My lunch with my husband is usually a cafe. After he picked me up at the office.

“A lot of GOBAL security here. What's up?” I asked my husband to wait for our order to come

“if the security is tightened usually, GLOBAL officials have an important meeting with local officials just look at the police there” replied my husband while pointing out the cafe area. Sure enough there are some police standing guard there complete with long guns.

Suddenly...

Braaaakk.....!!!!!!

someone kicked my desk. I jumped in shock. Even with my husband, we reflexively stand up.

“ahirnya I found you woman *****.....!!!!” the long-haired lady with a very pretty face like a capital artist snapped at me. His sharp gaze his face was filled with anger. His eyes glared at me

“sorry why have we met? mbak must be wrong man” I replied confused.

“no need to pretend plain, alim appearance. But behavior like a performer”his answer is still in a high tone. I'm getting confused.

I looked at my husband, he was just as confused. This woman is wrong.

“can we talk carefully, maybe mbak can explain more details. I don't understand what I mean.

“for you, my future fiancee decided I was one-sided. We'd be almost married if only. That jerk man did not appear before my fiancee with his affair.” His explanation confused me even more. He involved my husband

We looked.

“me?” my husband pointed to himself

“who else, if you already have a guarded wife. Oh, I was wrong, it turns out that you two are indeed a family that does not know yourself.the other cheating man who is a lakor” what this is, God...

I swear I was so embarrassed, because of this woman, all the guests in the cafe turned towards us. I just held back the crying that almost spilled. What wrong. Mas amir embracing my shoulder won by rubbing it slowly.

“you see the man there” point him in a direction I don't know myself. I don't give a shit. My pride is ripped off now.

“don't meet, just get close can't. I used to be the woman she adored all she did to make me happy. Now I'm treated like trash” he continued again, do not forget his tone is still high and his eyes are open wide.

“sorry mbak, it seems you are wrong people, I am sure my wife is not like you said” my husband defends me.

I don't care, my hatred that has begun to fade is reawakening. I'm sure this raging woman is talking about my husband's affair.I'm the victim here. I'm the one who's hurt why I have to endure all this

“let go of me” I said, shaking off my husband's hand that was still holding my shoulder. He's getting older. Both of his eyebrows furrowed he looked at me in disbelief.

“let me go, before beating the woman” the voice of the woman again pointed at my face.

The GLOBAL GROUP security forces pulled him out.

I don't care, this heartache forces my tears to drip. Not strong enough to withstand the pounding of disappointment.

“see my husband, your affair has even dragged innocent people into it. Your story and your woman are over. But his sin chased you even I was dragged into that dark circle. I hate you more than anything” my voice is slow. But I press.

My eyes are sharp, my eyes are full of tears. I don't give a shit.

This is the first time I have expressed hatred for her.

I don't really know what that woman meant. But I'm sure this has something to do with my husband and Andara's affair.

I left him, I don't care I hate all this, that woman has humiliated me in public.