SURVIVING BECAUSE OF STATUS

CHAPTER 4. WOMEN FROM THE PAST

*****Monitor shining bright hopefully will not rain, because sometimes the rain is not marked cloudy first, come my online friend ready umbrella before the rain*****. ****Bental preparation before bad things happen*** “.

Someone updated the status today I read with a smile her account name is strange picture her hand is holding a red rose.

There are so many varieties of social media residents who show off holidays, eat with family, branded bags, new things, children and even pets as well.

Free entertainment eliminates saturation in the morning while waiting for customers to come. And I'm just a listener.

I have never expressed personal problems on social media, a strict ban from my husband especially if there is a picture of me can be a long affair, but it does not apply to rania.

Anything about it can be uploaded as fast and polite as possible and there is no offending of others. Be most of my social media content photos of Rania from the baby until now was rare, in addition to images of recipes that I share again from other people's posts.

“buy shampoo mbak..”the voice disperse daydreams. I rushed forward after I had previously placed the phone on the table.

“shampoo what bu...Incoming handpicked” replied I let the person in.

“i see his shop mbk fira is getting rame yes,, g want widened so mbak mumpung front of the road to be contracted empty” the mother pointed empty shop in front.

“the former toy store boy yes bu” I was curious

“Emang why empty” I continued again

“look for a bigger place mbk, now the bigger the store is on the path orchid” the mother explained.

“later ma'am I have not thought, this is still collecting capital first, this is,easily later able to move there” hope I big want to expand my business but it's okay to be given permission this first same mas amir I can not be greedy, slowly later talk again.

The mother left after paying.Customers came to change until it did not feel it was 4 pm.

It's time to go home early because today Mas Amir came home early there is something to talk about he said. Given that my heart is still anxious, but curious.

To be honest after our conversation three days ago his attitude grew weirder, the more reserved he looked. Home is never late leaving at 7 as usual even when breakfast he is not too tasteful.

It's a burden on my husband, I can't do anything. Picking it with questions will only add to its burden, it is better to be quiet.

If you go to work do not forget to hug me also Rania, it is completely out of the ordinary. He also often stared at me in 'I caught him by accident when I saw him looking down deep.

The house bell rang hurriedly I opened it, Rania followed behind me this little girl looked carefree to welcome her father home

I open the door wide. “Assalamulaikum father “outuran my hand hangs, do not believe what I see at this time. I saw my husband's face and then came down on his hands.

My blood stopped flowing. The hand I used to kiss as a sign of respect for my husband, now he is standing in front of me holding the hand of a woman.

My lips stiff my eyes fixed staring at the tall man straight in front of me. My body is shaking, there is pain that infiltrates my heart.

Well, my proud man came with another woman, and that handgrip had already slightly answered my confusion. God, what is this I must be dreaming of. Well, it's true that I must be dreaming right now.

Mas Amir's hand holding both of my shoulders led me in, I was like a lifeless statue, I froze, my whole body cold my heart pounded faster, my brain suddenly like a dead end could not think.

The woman walked behind us. My legs feel unable to support the body. Lost all the strength in me.

This is where we now sit three in the living room after my husband drove Rania to her room.

“ini You still remind?” opening the conversation after a few minutes Mas Amir sat down holding my hand.The woman was in the left seat, her head lowered her fingers against each other indicating how nervous she was, my gaze was sharp towards her.

“She's my future wife, 3 more days we will marry”. Hahaha apparently I am still dreaming, Father, mother, or whoever woke me, just forgot not to read the prayer before going to bed, this dream is very scary.

After that I can no longer remember only the sound calling my name and the clap I felt soft on the cheek. I feel like I'm flying, my feet don't touch the earth.

Remind me later that when I wake up I want to pinch my husband's cheek so bold he appears in my dream with another woman.

I blinked my eyes repeatedly glare like my head was weak weight, I looked around. Ah, I'm still in my room.

I'm thirsty, my throat is dry. But I can't do anything. Just moving your hands and feet is hard. The smell of the therapeutic scent smelled in my senses, there was a warm feeling at the tip of my nose and in both my temples.

“be patient let me try later slowly.” Samar I heard a voice from my bedside, it was my husband's voice. Still sounds beautiful in the kitchen.

“mas...” My voice is so weak what's wrong with me...

“mom are awake?” That's Rania's voice I saw she was on my toes. I smiled at him.

“you're up baby, thank youdulillah..?”it's strange what my husband has with his face why there's such an anxious look emanating there.

“what's sick?”he continued, even though the question I had not answered was added to the question of one song.

“Haus...”that's all that can be said from my lips. Quickly turned around my husband took the water on the nightstand poured it into a glass and immediately. I saw his hands trembling a little.

Raised his head shoved drinking water into my mouth, fresh taste, a little able to eliminate dry throat.

“Mother why fainted, Rania was afraid mother why-napa father was also worried, the father who carried the mother in the room”welding daughter made my head throb fast.

Questions back in the head, fainting? I fainted? Butwhy?. Ah wait don't tell me I was having a dream.

I saw Amir. He's looking down deep. My God.sickness suddenly hit my heart. There are invisible cuts.

I closed my eyes to remember the incident, the slides of the incident revolved like film rollers, black and white. How did the hand of my proud man Amirku hold the hand of the woman.

Rotating the view looking for the whereabouts of the cursed woman where know there is here.

His gaze gently led to the woman, which should only be for me. And what was the last word I heard, "wife-to-be"

My Lord is still normal, never once have I been to an ENT doctor. There was a blood melt from an invisible wound, but I could feel it.

Don't you know your tongue has made a deep incision.

“Rania to the room first yes.mother is already g anything dear.”myu carried Rania out my son according to. The pain is as real as it is true this is all.The pain again pierces the heart of anger, hate mixed into one.

how could you. I put my full trust was misused. I can hate you now.

“Still sick?” he came walking over to me holding my hand, I pulled my hand violently. What am I supposed to do now?. How I have to face it.

“We are doctors yes, afraid there is a serious”. It should have calmed me down, but no, it turned sickening, the cursing getting stronger. But I hold it. My sharp gaze directed, making the man before me speechless and looking down deeply.

Felicia Andara is familiarly called Andara, a beautiful woman almost perfect born from a rich family, many men in my campus used to be after her.

Tall, white long straight black hair strung out, the way like a supermodel. Her voice is sweet. He's my one-year-old brother. A lot of people want him to be their girlfriend. But Amirlah the lucky man.

Well, in the woman from my husband's past. I realized, at the end of my life, I wouldn't be able to compete with him. But why did he come again in my husband's life, and be introduced as his future wife.

God.Given that this heart feels like it was pierced by thousands of daggers. You son of a bitch, Amir, how could you inflict such a painful wound on my life.