Wife Revenge Wasted

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The night has its time. The air out there feels so cold to say hello. The end of this drought makes the wind blow quite strong, thus forcing Anjani to close the window. Threshed a round wall clock with a famous brand logo, it's been nine and a half hours.

Tonight after eating, the Sanjaya family members went straight to their respective rooms. Widi said she was tired after gathering with her social friends, Carissa achieved after a day of college work. Andrew is still in his study and today Cheryl is not staying at this house. Probably lazy to meet with Anjani after their argument this morning.

Anjani doesn't bother with that. There is nothing to lose if the woman is not in this house. Everything becomes quieter, because at least Anjani does not need to hear the sound of “Miaw miaw” from the next room.

Waiting for Andrew to finish with his work, Anjani sat on the edge of his bed. There are things she should talk about with her husband. Anjani tries to calm herself down first before she conveys her heart later.

Not long after, the door creaked and opened. Anjani stood up to greet her husband.

“You haven't slept?” andrew once asked.

“Not yet. Did you finish the job?” Anjani gives a warm drink that he has prepared for Andrew. Every night he does this because Andrew has a cold allergy. If he slept too late and the air was cold like now, he would have run loose and could not sleep.

“Udah.” Andrew took over the glass in Anjani's hand and sat on the sofa. He drank slowly the ginger-based drink and the milk, inhaling the fragrance and feeling his nostrils open wide. Enjoy breathing with relief.

In his place, Anjani still looked at the man he loved. Yes, Anjani must admit that love exists, which is why it has survived so far. It's just that, for now he must be aware that not all love must be reciprocated especially after he was betrayed.

“Why?” Andrew realized that he was being looked at by his wife. His gaze was too fixed, but usually Anjani always missed eye contact with him.

“Em, there's something I want to talk to Mas about, can you?” timidly Anjani started his sentence.

“Tell me,” that was Andrew's response, he put his drink on the table and pulled out his phone to play. It seems that he cannot focus only on Anjani.

“I want to know, what is Mas Rasain after one year of marriage with me? What is happy?” an unexpected question was asked by Anjani, making the man turn his head quickly.

“What do you mean? Childish questions.” The man seemed to dislike Anjani's far-fetched question.

The woman smiled small, quite curious for Andrew, “Hem, may sound childish according to Mas, but I think it is very important. Because, a marriage without happiness is only a bond of coercion that will hurt each other.” Anjani said that while looking at Andrew who was frowning did not understand.

“What exactly do you mean? You're showing me that you're good at poetry or you want to tell me that you're actually the one who's unhappy married to me?” The man started to pry. He did not like to see Anjani who was too calm when saying such profound sentences.

“Only, I have come to the point where I know that I must finish what I started and end what I cannot achieve." The smile slowly disappeared.

"We all have limits. Whether it is a reasonable limit or a conscious limit. My point of question is, if with me Mas does not feel happy, then never hesitate to let go of me. I'm fine if it turns out we have to part with the reason because my partner does not feel happiness. I don't want someone to suffer and be destroyed because of me, as I would not be destroyed by someone just because I love him.” Anjani. Before, his chest felt so claustrophobic, but after saying what he wanted to say, everything felt better. He didn't even want to cry. Bizarrely. Wasn't he very angry at this man?

“Don't play around with me Anjani. You mean you're the one who's unhappy with me and wants to part with me?!” andrew's voice began to rise. He did not like the words of Anjani that were so long and like slapping him many times.

“Ya, let's split.” Anjani confidently said that sentence. His eyes were teary but he did not cry. He was prepared that he would be at this point, the point where he had to end it all.

“You're crazy! Because of the loss of a baby you start to become an insane woman.” Andrew moved from his place, walking back and forth while shaking his waist.

Anjani stood up. “True, I'm not sane. Because if I were sane, I wouldn't have agreed to our marriage. I'm not letting this marriage hold us back and make us hurt each other. But it's not because I lost my baby. Rather, I know exactly that Mas is happier when not with me, but when with other women.” He stared fixedly at Andrew, while both of his hands clenched firmly withstanding the turbulent feeling within his chest.

“Other women who do you mean? You are starting to make it up!” andrew's voice grew higher and was heard downstairs. Widi and Carissa who were in her room immediately came out and stole the hearing from under the stairs.

Anjani does not chim. He took something from inside his drawer. An envelope he had spilled in front of Andrew. He smiled with sadness. It was just his eyes that looked red and slightly watery.

Andrew who saw the scattered photos immediately took one of them. No, he took two, three even more with his swift, trembling hand. Apparently he was shocked because Anjani had a photo of his affair with Cheryl.

“Where did you get all this?” Andrew looked at Anjani not thinking.

“Mas shouldn't be surprised, Mas does everything in this house. In the room next to ours. With women who almost every day Mas invited to this house.” Anjani also gave a copy of the video that he put on a CD and smashed it in Andrew's chest. The man took it with a confused face.

“I am not a smart woman Mas, smart let alone classy like that woman. But I have the honor and the feeling of being a wife. I can accept all the treatment of Mas and Mas family who always shrink me all this time even though it really hurt me. But when it comes to infidelity, I feel like there's no reason for me to stay. Infidelity is a disease especially done consciously.”

“Then, what can we keep from this kind of marriage?” Anjani looked at Andrew with great fervor. The man's black eyeball could clearly see the inner wound in his wife's eyes. He could not speak much less defend. He thought Anjani didn't know what he was doing with Cheryl behind him. In fact, Anjani already holds very strong evidence to prove his mistake.

Everything's quiet. Andrew did not chim. He fell on the sofa holding the pictures in his hand. Anjani fell silent, giving time for this man to reflect on his mistakes. The young woman stared fixedly at Andrew for the last time. His breathing began to sound regular after it was quite breathless because it was holding back emotions. What he had to say he said. Right now he just wants to close his eyes and wait for Andrew's answer tomorrow morning. Hopefully there are no obstacles until he can get a decision quickly.

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