Teasers In The House

Part 9 The Past

Pov Mother-in-law

I was stunned in silence, on the empty bench of this corner of the city park I was floating back the times I did not want to remember. The time when stupidity began, the time full of falsehood that led me to a life that was worse than before.

With nanar I look at the nature of this city back, breathe the air deeply and hope there will be a hope that comes.

I don't know how long I haven't set foot in my husband's birthplace, exactly my ex-husband. Ever since the breakup, I've really stayed away from her life.

I left my husband and son, who were two years old. A stupidity that I do not have to regret, because no matter how the khilaf I do the cause is Mas Rahman's incompetence in terms of satisfying the affairs of the bed.

Yes, Mas Rahman at that time was affected by diabetes so that it disrupted his virility. I'm a normal young woman, I won't be able to accept that deficiency.

Mas Jack aka Jaka, comes with a million charms of power. It made me dissolve in the roar of the waves of romance and the warmth of the touch of men. It was the man who ultimately melted my stance to turn to another heart.

For almost a year I was in contact with Mas Jack, powerless to resist when he planned to propose to me. With a timid nod and a happy twinkle I received the proposal.

But ... There is one thing that still holds up in my mind, which is how I lived after I married her. Mas Jack has the same business as Mas Rahman, the difference is that Mas Jack's business is not as advanced as my husband's brass business.

Even though I love, logic is still used. I don't want to be out of lust, a comfortable life to be a victim. All I have designed so perfectly, until the time comes all the wealth of Mas Rahman managed to take me away.

All the important assets I had sold without his knowledge, except the savings that were still on his behalf. But it's okay, let me leave a little for him. At least it can to start a new business replacing the old business that has been successfully dropped by Mas Jack.

That night I left home, away from the life of Mas Rahman and little Arini. It's not that I don't love that adorable little girl, but I brought my first married son Niko myself. I don't want to bother, especially considering Arini is so clingy with her father.

Yes, right at midnight .. When all fell asleep in the dream, I left in a black car that had picked me up. With a smile filled with happy twinkle, I enjoyed my company with the mighty man of my dreams.

The next morning, Mas Jack drove me to an orphanage. He could not accept Niko in our married life. I had to force the boy I loved so much to leave at the orphanage located on the edge of the city. It doesn't matter to me because every month I get to see him.

With various persuasions, Niko finally wanted to be entrusted. The eight-year-old no longer cries or thrashes when the mother hugs her shoulder. My heart was a little relieved when it had to waltz away leaving my little hero.

Even though it was only a series marriage, that sense of happiness exceeded everything that had ever been present in my life. The vivid colors full of rainbows, the beautiful flowers blooming in the garden of the heart create its own romance wrapped up every story of my love with Mas Jack.

But alas, the beauty of the story only lasted no more than five months. Household nosedives are shattered leaving pain and wounds. Mas Jack's second wife came to me while we were sipping the sweetness of love in the contest.

Ah, feel stripped of this self-esteem. The bastard woman took the thugs to tear apart the room and dragged me out of the house. Inexhaustible thought by me, why Mas Jack just silently watched me being dragged by two sturdy men.

Really, I was blown away in disgrace. My heart ached, hysterical cries heart-wrenching unable to melt the hearts of those in fidelity drove me away. They even let me go without a change of clothes and not a penny was in my grasp.

That night, I was forced to sleep at a patrol station a little far from Mas Jack's house. I can't go back there because there are still two thugs on guard. I thought waiting for him to pass tomorrow would be safer than me coming back to that house.

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These eyes are awake when the sun is as fast as possible, my eyes are narguable and blurry when I want to rise from sleep. This head is so heavy and painful. The stomach also feels wrapped around, the sound of rumbling asking to be filled.

I spread my eyes, looking for sellers who used to sell food. But again I realized that there was not even a lump of money I was carrying. I suppressed the hunger by tightly hugging my stomach.

This chest was so tight, the clear dew started to pool and finally rolled down the cheeks without me being able to hold it. Tears that had not shed for a long time, now fell back.

Since marrying Mas Rahman, he never once let tears wet his cheeks. The man with a simple appearance always tried to make me happy and smile. He spoils me so much.

I shed tears with the back of my hand, not feeling this lips smile when remembering the togetherness with Mas Rahman. He accepted and loved Niko as his own son.

Am I a stupid woman? No, not stupid. It's just that my luck got there. I'm sure, a woman as beautiful as me would find it easier to find a rich man who would marry me.

Tiii!

I rushed over with a big smile. Knock on the riben-glazed door, a second later the glass is lowered.

The deg!

Why is there still that bastard in Mas Jack's car? His gaze was cynical, as if looking at me with disdain and worthlessness.

On the other hand, Mas Jack sat behind the wheel so calmly. There's no worry about losing me who has helped his efforts succeed until now.

"Mas, finally it's coming. Please tell this woman that I'm Mas Jack's legal wife. We're married, not an affair." With a pleading voice I tried to touch the heart of the man who was now frozen.

The man threw away his eyes, as if he did not want to know what had happened to me. My steps immediately moved closer to the car door where Mas Jack was sitting.

I clenched the heavy hand that often broke this body into the room and laid me gently on the bed. He kept flinching as I kept begging. I watched the woman next to him smile wickedly, as if she was laughing at my stupidity.

"Hera, you should have realized. My husband is just using you to get business capital and get rid of his rival, your husband." So sharply the woman uttered a very painful sentence.

My mouth gaped in disbelief, sobs broke again. "Mas, that's not true, is it? Married me out of love, not out of wanting to use me. Answer, Mas. That's not true, is it?"

"Unfortunately that's true, Hera. You're the stupid one. You think I like old women? I already have an angel prettier than you. I'm talking about you today, you're not my wife anymore!"

"Mas! Your outrageousness!" I gripped the head of this lying man with great force and smacked it into the wheel several times.

The woman who had been sitting with a haughty attitude immediately came down to pull my body, unequal strength because Mas Jack replied by gripping my arm and pushing my body firmly.

Some people who passed by quickly came to break me who was still trying to reach the body of the bracket man.

"Sir, please take this woman away. She was crazy for suddenly attacking my husband" said the bastard.

Really his words managed to incite some people who immediately pulled me away from the car. The hysterical screams and attempts to escape were not successful at all.

I was sitting limp, only able to stare at the passing of the black car that once led me to go to the life I had so dreamed of. And now, with a misty look I let go of the bastard.

On the side of the road I shed a cry that I could not stop. The pain and humiliation I felt. The afterlife I will never be willing to accept all their treatment.

With a saggy step and joints that still feel weak, I tried to drag this foot into the shopping complex. Wish there was something I could do there to get stomach food.

It turns out that karma is not just in the movie. At that moment, I felt a reply to what I had done. But, I remain optimistic that there will be a helper god who comes to lift me back from this pit of suffering.

Yeah, it didn't take long. I managed to conquer the heart of the master's son where I worked. With this beauty and makeup body all problems can be solved.

With a little struggle, I was able to seduce the employer's son to marry me. Despite rejection from both parents, Bobby still determined to take me away and get married in another city.

Huff ... This is not what I want. Marrying a boy without a job, how can I eat and please myself? My plan was to marry Bobby to live a good life in that magnificent house.

After thinking hard, I finally decided to leave Bobby. Leaving behind young men who only know how to make love, but do not know how to please women. It was delicious, I was told to work for the living expenses in a small rented.

Raindrops right on my nose, I put my head up to look at the sky that had been filled with gray clouds. Soon this netra seeks shelter and drops the option to the counter of the seller pulse.

After the internet quota was filled again, I decided to call Mas Rahman's sister. Lucky I found his wife's facebook account that often includes whatsapp number in every post.

Let it be said to be shameless, but my resolve is already unanimous. I would like to rejoin Mas Rahman. But it is beyond belief ... Rahman is no longer in town.

Honestly, a sense of loss slowly infected my soul. Then, how am I gonna stay?