The Beginning of a Famous Writer

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At school I remembered what happened before I left. I digest back the words for the sake of the words of Cita, which attract my heart, Cita accuses me of seizing bang Ardi from her. And also his words again he did not accept the abandonment of my husband first. A little tickling, my husband who is not as handsome as Korean opa opa is able to hypnotize a Cita Rahayu, until it has been years even have their own families, suddenly he is still chasing my husband.

Still an enigma to me. Is my husband really cheating or is this just a trap.

If I follow the evidence then say my husband is really cheating. Starting with sensitive photos. Not in accordance with my husband's confession. If Cita faints. Why are the pictures just the two of them? I don't know. I was wasting my mind on my problems.

I re-open my online novel application between empty hours of teaching.

I went back to continuing my story. This is my third novel. Of the two novels, almost a year has not been produced. Now I no longer expect this novel to produce a novel. I write only to the extent to release emotions and hobbies that thrash to be channeled. Unless I'm really getting divorced. So I hope that the income from my novel can help me survive without a husband.

No hypocrisy, in the past when our economy was difficult indeed, wrote one focus to increase income. But I didn't make it here. But not desperate either. Now the economy is so much better than my husband's. Making me write just to channel hobbies, it has become a habit if one night I do not pour ideas into the form of writing, then there will be less.

I never checked my email again about online novel application info. Even I never checked my account again, it was special to receive income from my novel. Because I don't expect that from a novel anymore.

I continued my third novel that was almost finished, coincidentally the contents of which were about sadness. So it's very appropriate that I write when my mood is sad. So the soul can. Until sentence by sentence easily comes to mind.

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Our relationship is not as warm as it used to be. Just passing by with a lot of silence. But I don't want any of this to interfere with my efforts. Self-conscious I can't support my two children without a husband. For that I still make a cake to fill the store by Jhasril, in silence I make a cake, the husband who saw me stir the cake, without me asking him to always help. I, too, who needed help, did not forbid it. It's just under different circumstances. Our relationship is very cold.

"Ndri asked." Said my mother one afternoon while I was in the kitchen.

My blood rippled, what if my mother asked about my household.

"Ask what buk, just ask!" I said while my heart was beating.

"Why did you catch the change in attitude between the two of you? What's going on?" Ibuk.

Surely what I was afraid of happened. I caught a bad signal from our relationship.

"It's usually buk, maybe because it's tired. We don't have a problem." While smiling is forced so that mother is no longer suspicious.

Ibuk looked at my bead, while my eyes and my eyes clashed. She took my hand and took me to the dining chair.

"Ndri don't lie, look in your eyes saying you're in trouble now, your parents' mother. The one who carried you in the womb for nine months and ten days. A mother will know what her child is feeling. Tell me!" Mother's words softly.

I did not answer my mother's words. Tears are shed without being asked. The sadness was so clear on my face.

I rubbed my back. "Write child! How do you know you can help." Mother's words softly.

"Buk bang Ardi se seling-kuh." Saying stammered.

Mom's eye is swerving. As if I couldn't believe what I just said.

"Let's go, all the evidence someone sent me made me sure. But bang Ardi still dodged it and said it was a trap. He admitted he never cheated. But it was clearly evident what that person had sent. The evidence also shows that bang Ardi will play first, so that I no longer suspect and believe that bang Ardi is loyal to me. I'm confused buk!" I cried in my mother's arms.

"Don't be rash first. Remember son, the higher our journey the firmer the winds of life. You should know that. Learn more about something. I'm not sure about the charges." Answer ibuk. And it seems he believes in the loyalty of bang Ardi.

But I did not explain about the photo, the proof of transfer and the screenshot of Ardi's chat with the woman, because it is difficult also to explain, because my mother is old.

I am grateful that I still believe in bang Ardi, at least it will not make my mind too deep. Let me find out the truth myself. I pray that this matter will be resolved soon. Even if I get the truth that my husband cheated on me. Then my decision was to divorce.

Whatever I find later that's what's best for me. Bathink.

"Yes, hopefully so, and our relationship will improve." I said while wiping the tears in the corner of my eyes.

Suddenly I remembered to call the number that sent about my husband's affair.

But I'm a little bit of a pretty play, I call that whatsapp number by another number, not from my personal whatsapp number. Except from one more phone, my old phone, which is now damaged, but can still be used for children just watching their favorite youtobe kids.

I type the number on the phone, I press the phone handle symbol. Earlier I accidentally deleted whatsapp profile picture on this phone, and I deleted everything that could leak my identity. Not seen there is a profile picture, tut tut tut tut tut. Until I end the call.

I was busy continuing my writing on my app. A few minutes after my call. The phone rings.

I saw whatsapp notification that there was an incoming message. Soon open. It turned out from the number I called earlier.

[Was she called?]

I'm confused as to what to answer. I thought hard what I should answer. Let me know who owns that number. I finally have an idea.

[Yes, why don't you pick up Des? I'll call again, now a little busy.] Reply pura message I addressed to a friend named Desi.

My message immediately ticked two. A second straight of blue. It appears he is typing.

[You are wrong this person is not Des in question.] Reply again.

I immediately reply too.

[Well wrong, did I type in one of my digits? If I could know who this is? What husband?] The reason I tried to outwit, hoping he would tell me his name.

Seen he typed back after my message checked blue.

[I'm not familiar with Des you mean, I'm Ronal living in town X, so you're wrong.] His reply.

Instantly I was shocked. So this is Ronal???