SURVIVING BECAUSE OF STATUS

CHAPTERS. 7. TOUCHING THE INSTINCTS OF FELLOW WOMEN

Here now, in a cafe in the middle of the city a calm atmosphere makes anyone feel at home want to linger here. Cafe with traditional nuances combined with modern art and exotic wall hangings typical of young tongkrongan. Dominated in light and old brown combined with a slick, wooden chair seating. The music sounds soft. Lemon tea and French fries are available.

In front of me was the same menu. I'm dealing with a destroyer of my household. The woman who had the heart to make mas amir a foreign figure in front of me. The woman he firmly defended in my face. I didn't contact her, until now I didn't know and didn't want to know. I'll call him in direct messages on his social media. After I walked in his real name.

It had been 10 minutes of heat I felt between us, he who nervously lowered his face saw his fingers squeezing each other, and me who was flaring with anger wanted to scratch his face but I could bear it. I don't want to drop my pride by snapping at it in a public place, it's still quiet because it's working hours. I chose a place far from the reach of people, knowing instantly I could not help myself.

“Sorry interrupt your time” after this long time first word out.

“it's okay mbak just relax, maybe we really have to talk” relaxed he said where can casually face with the woman destroyer my household. he called me mad just like I used to because he was one year younger than me.

“I want you to cancel your intention to marry su-a-mi-ku”, said my husband deliberately let this jerk woman realize who he is teasing. Let him know that the man has a family.

“Sorry mbak I can't” Want me to tear this woman's mouth, grab her long hair dragging in my face to my knees for mercy. Patience, patience, patience, I repeated the word self-soothing. Fists tightened under the table, until the books turned white.

“Why do you want to ,take my husband”. My jaw tightened to hold back the anger that was starting to mount.

“Sorry mbak fira seems to misunderstand, I do not want to seize mas amir, I just want mbak Fira share”. Sharing her said innocently the woman said it. Oh so naive this cheap woman there is a man who wants her husband divided, wrongly eat what she is from home.

“hmm...”thin smile mocking the woman before me, she will not see my demonic smile because her face is still down, she must have heard my mocking voice

“I'm sure no woman in the world wants to share husband” still in a low tone. I hold it, here I am the ruler, he who comes to disturb my household.

“I know, but mas Amir want, I do not need permission mbak Fira again” so sassy mouth this cheap woman, he thought whose heart would be hurt to say no need permission from me.

“mas amir has a child and wife” my breath is getting faster with the anger that is burning in the chest I do not know how much longer I can hold.

“I also know, so rest easy mas amir will still be a good husband and father I can make sure it” graceful once this female snake, she said, every word that came out of his mouth was like it could enter the body following the flow of blood. I felt sick of filling all the flow in my blood.

“don't you have the instincts as a woman, I think you'll understand as a woman, isn't your willingness between us will cause problems or maybe even we will fight more often later” my voice is getting heavier the desire to curse the stronger.

“if Mbak Fira does not provoke the anger of Mas Amir I am sure it will not happen”. When you talk, is this woman experienced in flirting with people's husbands.

“Rania needs her old father, if you can't undo your intentions because of me, look at Rania, have mercy on her” as much as I can find a loophole to undo the intentions of my husband's mistress. Soon I answered hoping he faltered with his stance.

“forgive me mbak” sorry he said, I swear I will never forgive you until anytime, even if he kneels before me.

Even the approach to the woman was unsuccessful. Both hands covered my face, I bowed deeper until I touched both thighs. Thinking about my conversation with that woman makes my blood boil, if persecuting someone is not ensnared by the law I would have done to her earlier. Want me to drag him on the cafe floor earlier, I stepped on his stomach hit his beautiful face until battered until it was difficult to recognize. My conversation afterwards was filled with angry emotions I could not stand.

“tell me how much money you want but please leave Mas Amir” emotions can not be withheld anymore. I know this cheap woman's lifestyle, I'm sure that's why she approached my husband. After being gently unable to then alright I will drop her pride as a woman.

“i don't want to mbak, I'm not a woman like that” cih.ingin I spit on this holy pretentious woman.

“Hahaha..how about the expensive bag, expensive shoes, expensive clothes, expensive jewelry that you show off disocial media it buy what” laughs I just want to insult him

“your husband that you are proud of is no longer able to buy it until you have to approach the husband of people?” I said fiercely

“we're divorced” he starts looking at me, both of us take a look let him know how much I hate this woman.

“Because broke or stingy” my tongue is sharp now, feel you lady curse.

“because I love Mas Amir” braakk,, I hit the table hard spilled lemon tea because the table in my face swayed. I don't care about the other visitors, I'm sure they'll be staring at us.

“it is not love, but ambition If love you will accept whatever the circumstances, do not just come when Mas Amir already has everything, accompany him hard time” I was rising stupid very even though I was a spectacle I could not help it.

I left him, before the drink doused his face. I don't want my anger to lower my self-esteem.

“accept mbak,, let us coexist peacefully for the sake of Mas Amir. The men we love”. I turned to look at him sharply, my face raised so that he would know that I could be as proud as him too.

“I don't want” I replied as it passed

Remembering that makes me want to scream as hard as possible hoping that the impact of this chest weight decreases. The more tight it gets to the throat, the tears flow without permission.

I'm too confident. Never even thought this violent storm would hit my household's bottom. Just imagine I never. I gave my husband full trust, never once did I check his phone, I knew mas amir had no social media, so what to suspect. He is not a flirtatious man who is easily tempted, even I have never heard the man praise other women in front of me.

It turns out that it's not a guarantee of faithfulness a husband, I guess he'll keep his heart just for me like I did all this time. I'm stupid, the watch he was wearing was his favorite color black there was a touch of gold on his glass. The perfume she wears I'm also sure that it's a gift from that barbaric woman. I, who cannot read the situation, am now in a state of despair. Wailing in pain.

I don't know what to do now, my life is ruined in an instant. The household that I have been proud of all this time has been on the verge of destruction, I cannot accept me being combined. It hurts to remember all that. Crushed to the head without rest, there was an invisible pain but it felt capable of crushing every joint. Besides giving up what else I can do.

Split is not possible, I can not be separated from Mas Amir. That man carries all my heart leaving no loopholes. This love is too strong to bind the heart to the man I was proud of a few hours ago. Wailing, regretting, cursing stupidity is all I can do. Even coming home I don't think I can. Sitting in this garden looking around even the joy of the little boy in front of me was not able to comfort me. Lara is too deep.