That Sissy Man is My Husband

Bitter reality

After work I cleaned myself up and put it on my bed.

I was hungry but too tired to cook.

I wear a jacket and hijab to eat out.

I don't see Dika's motor outside the house. Then he walks again or has not come home from work.

We are getting stranger even as friends. I miss the old Dika. The one who was always there for me.

He was more attentive when he became my friend.

After marriage, I became very far away from me.

We should just be friends with no marriage ties like this.

Rice has become red bean porridge, it is too late to regret.

Do I eat out, huh?

I wear a fur jacket because the weather outside is very cold.

I also went to an ordinary food stall.

After eating, I drove my bike home. Inadvertently I saw Dika street boncer with a man, he was behind hugging the man.

And it's not Dika's motor.

Where's the motor?

I lost track of them.

I want to follow him.

Shortly after, my phone rang.

I'll pick up the phone soon.

"Halo Assalamualaikum" said to a number I don't know.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Mulan, come to the cafe cheerful now, you'll know something about dika" said someone across the street.

"Who are you?" ask me.

That guy turned off his cell phone.

I took the mask inside my motorcycle seat and put it on, not forgetting I was wearing glasses.

I followed the guy, I was wondering why.

I parked my motorbike a little far from the cafe, even across the street so that Dika did not suspect. Right now I'm like an eye.

I started to go into the cafe and immediately saw the scene where Dika was cool chatting with the man.

Where the wife would be jealous to see her husband close to another woman.

In my case, my household is different.

Because I married a gay man.

Fate of fate.

Thank goodness they didn't notice my presence.

I took the table close to them. Right behind their desk.

Dika spoiled with the man.

"Darling, aren't you afraid of seeing your wife or man, you're married to a woman?" said the man.

"It's love, it's safe, my marriage is just a mode to cover up my shortcomings, after all my wife is selow ajja" said Dika to the man.

The man glared in disbelief.

"No woman like that, she's stupid or you're so lucky" the man's crisp laugh.

"It's Rey, don't talk about him, make a bad mood, I hate him" said Dika again.

Rey then stroked Dika's head.

"Why baby, how's it bad mood? did you guys fight?" ask Rey.

Dika did not answer.

I'd love to punch that disgusting guy.

They're repulsive. I know Dika's a sissy but I don't know if he's that asshole.

I can't take it anymore.

I take off my mask and my glasses and I take their table.

Dika was surprised when I was in front of him. Rey was surprised to see me too.

We were also a spectacle.

Shame is not playing. My emotions are mounting.

"I also hate you Dika!!!", I chuckled as I passed away.

Dika and Rey immediately complete their transaction and exit out of embarrassment.

Dika hates me even more for humiliating him.

I'm not running my bike because. My tears came down instantly. Why should I love Dika, tight on my chest when she says she hates me.

The rain started to fall. My fur jacket that developed to wither was exposed to rainwater.

I increased the speed of my motor.

While crying as much as you want.

I didn't go home. Where I'm going. I don't want to see Dika.

I parked my bike in front of the M.lan hotel where I and Dika used to honeymoon.

I don't know why I'm even headed here.

The rain has not yet stopped. I take shelter on the hotel terrace.

The person who called earlier is now calling me again.

I picked up the phone, it was Farhan who told me where she was with her gay cheating.

Farhan asked where I was. I didn't bring much money and refused to go home.

Finally I asked Farhan to give me a room at his hotel tonight and I'll change the money.

Farhan gladly invited me to stay at the hotel as much as possible until I calmed down.

Farhan smiled winning.

While Dika who had returned home was about to scold me but I was not there.

She wasn't even worried about me, she would scold me for making her and Rey shy at the cafe.

For the next few days, I won't be going home.

I also borrowed money from Farhan to buy a new work uniform. Farhan would be happy if I asked him for help.

The next day I went down to work as usual.

Farhan's been waiting for me in his room.

"Have arrived? sit down before you start work" he said as I began to enter his room carrying cleaning tools.

I also sat.

"I know what's going on. I still don't understand until now, why would you want to marry gay like that?" farhan asked me.

"The whole story" I answered briefly.

"Well in per brief donk let not be long", his protest.

If it wasn't for him being the boss and already helping me I wouldn't be willing to serve him.

"Already sir, that's my household business, please don't interfere. During my stay at the hotel, I paid for it, I changed it calmly, today I checked out" I said as I tidied up the files scattered on the table and began cleaning the room

"That's because I love you Mulan" she said.

If only the one who said this was Dika, maybe I would be happy now.

But Dika hates me.

He doesn't even care about me.

I ignored Farhan's words and continued my work.

"Mulan!" her screeches.

"What the hell is it, sir?", I asked annoyedly.

"Why aren't you interested in me, I'm handsome and rich, what I am lacking, there are so many women out there who want to be with me, but I still choose you, should you be grateful!" scream it again.

"Not everything can be bought with materials. What else is love. You can buy any woman's body you want but not her heart, being loved by you is not something I should be grateful for, because I'm married and I love my husband!!!" i firmly.

Farhan laughing.

Although I know my relationship is not good with Dika, we even avoid each other, but the heart still cannot be lied to. I still love Dika even though she hurt me many times.

At first glance, the author is not up for the next few days, because of the busy work of the author in the real world who is overtime like a horse. Please patience.

Insha Allah will continue to finish Lebaran. Thanks to loyal readers. May we all be healthy always. Aamiins. Happy fasting, take advantage of the last vestiges of Ramadan. And happy Eid al-Fitr, sorry to be born and inward.