The Huckold Married??

Disappointed Not Brimmed

What happened last night was still clearly in his heart.

All the words and accusations made by her husband could not be forgotten, even though she had prayed to the power to help him heal the little wounds that cut his heart.

But somehow it feels difficult, very difficult even more so all of it is thrown smoothly from the mouth of the man who married her.

If you don't like why not just send her back to her parents' house or to the boarding school where they married.

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"Well, didn't you come here yesterday?" asked Raffan to his three friends who were busy fiddling with motorcycles.

This afternoon after college Raffan came to his workshop because he was still upset at home.

Upset about Agam, upset with Deefa who kind of dodged him.

Just imagine, the woman was not out of the room when she was leaving, even though food was available at the dining table but still Raffan felt alone.

Not knowing why it feels upset if Deefa silences herself again and again, it seems like their household is very difficult to live normally.

"Yesterday he came, but I don't think today he came" Rio said, retrieving the English key from the storage box.

"Not come?" ask Raffan.

"Yes, he wants to go he said the same father," said Gerry who spoke with Agam yesterday before they closed the workshop.

"Where?" this time Gumay asked.

"Kok he's not saying it to me" he added.

"Emang Lo his mother!" hardik Rio's.

"To east Java he said," Gerry replied as he moved from his position that had been crouched beside the motorbike.

The man shook off the dust on his pants and shirt and sat down next to Raffan.

"Eastern java?" raffan asked to confirm his hearing.

It felt like sudden anxiety arose without him knowing the cause, somehow hearing "East Java" made him think a little.

Gerry nodded with chipped lips.

"Say the hell, he did not say what to say," explained Gerry who had been very close to Agam.

Raffan was really silent not responding to him just thinking there was a very disturbing taste in his heart and increasingly stuck even more about something bad.

"Raf!" Rio also rose up leaving the motorbike that had been the center of attention to let Gumay alone struggling with the engine.

"Woi!" rio's voice grew louder and made his three friends simultaneously divert attention to him, especially Raffan, while getting a loud pat on the shoulder.

"Whisper Lo!" namel Gumay felt that his concentration was disturbed due to the large voice of the plontos-haired man.

Ck!

Rio clucked for then did not pierce the nagging of the friend.

"What the hell?" ask Raffan in a sniffle tone.

Is this Rio unable to read the situation? should he be able to see what the change in Raffan's face is like now, there is a hunch that is tormenting the mind of a Raffan, but Raffan himself does not know the hunch about what.

"Marco was loud again," Rio said as he picked up a bottle of mineral water that was still sealed neatly, opened it and poured it into his mouth soaking up his throat that had felt dry since, treating his unspeakable thirst.

"When?" asked Raffan there was no enthusiasm at all, very different from before that will vigorously give an answer when the enemy in his trajectory repeatedly invites him to fight adrenaline on the streets.

"Later in the evening, the clock usually," Rio said throwing a bottle whose contents stayed half.

"Gue thought first."

Oh, come on it's like it's not a Raffan he knows, Raffan won't give you an answer like a kid just learning to ride a bike!

Raffan is the rogue and the king of drama who will always answer "who is afraid!" firmly and loudly, but now? holy jeez! this is Raffan or an obscure spirit that haunts his friend's body.

"Why? is there something wrong with my answer? wrong if I think about it?" a series of questions from Raffan's lips flowed smoothly when he got a response from his friend.

Does he look so weird now? why are his three friends staring at him like someone they just met?

Raffan stared one by one his friends asking for answers to the questions he was asking earlier.

"Not usually Raf, Lo think first when it can be a challenge for racing let alone this from Marco," said Gerry who is calmer than Rio and Gumay.

Raffan knitted his eyebrows together with the twitching corners of his lips, the man seemed to have just realized Gerry's words.

Ah I don't know if he also felt like there was someone else in his body to make the three friends were astonished.

Drrfft.

For a moment their attention turned to the vibrating and burning object on the table.

It was Raffan's cell phone that he had stored there, immediately Raffan reached out his hand to take the still vibrating object.

The three friends could see the name calling.

"Ah the Fara, lest you think of him again, until his behavior is like a daze," said Gumay who will always issue a statement as he pleased.

Raffan immediately answered the call and was busy talking to the woman across the street, while the three friends were again busy with their respective activities.

Rio went to the toilet, Gumay again struggling with the customer's motorbike which will be taken later in the afternoon and Gerry who is busy with his mobile phone.

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Exactly at 5 pm Deefa's mobile phone said that there was one call that forced it to be answered immediately.

Deefa was cleaning the clothes she had just lifted from the clothesline and immediately turned to the flat object on the table where ironing clothes that were dry.

"Wa'alaikumsalam Umi."

Deefa's voice sounded very subtle when she answered the greetings from the woman who was contacting her.

The woman who became his second mother suddenly called in the afternoon when usually they would just send a message to convey an infinite longing, he said, asking when they would meet again because after marriage and brought to Jakarta by Raffan, Deefa has not visited her hometown.

Not in the deny he really misses the biological parents as well as the owner of the boarding school that has given him affection since childhood, he said, until then Deefa was very lucky to get abundant affection from two pairs of parents who both loved her.

Seyogyanya Deefa felt very grateful for the gift that God gave.

Deefa listened to everything the wife of the pesantren had to say to her.

A second later, Deefa's calm countenance turned slightly tense and remained tense until the conversation ended.

"Are you happy Deefa?"

The question kept ringing in the head of the sad and shady-faced woman, making her not calm about doing anything.

Anxious possessed his heart and influenced his mind to choose to remain silent in the room, sitting on the edge of the bed with his face down.

"Are I really unhappy?"

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