You're Doubling Me for a Widow.

Widow

Along the way Renita cried inwardly, unexpectedly from before. If the husband he loved before turned out to do a lot of lies.

The household that had been Adam ayem, full of affection and attention! now it's starting to change. The happiness that he had been feeling began to erode with a lie that Azam made.

"I have tried to be a good wife who obeys and serves her with all my heart. But why did Mas Azam do all that to me? why?" renita kept running her bike and she decided to just go home.

Renita also continues to think about how to get more concrete information, whether she should be more intensely watching Azam to the details.

For a moment Renita stopped by the roadside and she bought a drink from a stall. Because she felt very thirsty and suddenly ... the two stabbed her eyes to find something, she saw Azam's car that crossed even from a distance of course Renita memorized that it was her husband's car. So Renita rushed to ride her motorcycle and followed the car she believed was Azam's car, her husband.

Renita continued to follow her husband's car from a distance and as much as possible so as not to be found out, her eyes continued to be focused on the car! but still with caution, in his heart began to stir. "Will I follow until the car stops where?"

And after a few tens of meters, finally the car stopped in front of a house that is fairly simple and minimalist. Likewise with the motorbike that Renita drives even though it is far .. but clearly! she tried to clearly see the movements of her husband.

A few moments of waiting, finally the person in the car came out and sure enough. It was Azam, but it further broke Renita's heart. Because Azam got out of the car with a woman wearing a knee-length dress.

The woman held a toddler and Azam's right hand guided the girl, while the other hand carried a paper bag.

For a moment Renita's body was sculpting and her gaze was not blinking, again the scene he could not far when he saw Azam when he was in Timezone.

"Oh Allah .. It turns out that woman was the woman who was yesterday in Timezone." Renita's Mumbling. "With her children as well, Astagfirullah .. so she went home indeed to the place of the woman, it was appropriate to go home on time but to the house there was nothing. Means Mas Azam stopped by somewhere else, have you Mas!"

Renita helplessly shed tears that slowly drenched her cheeks.

The husband she had believed in, turned out to be a traitor. A liar and has broken his feelings to the point of no head! Renita wanted to cry out loud, but she had to stay strong, because this was not the end of everything and she still needed and needed more evidence.

With a rough Renita rubbed her wet face and did not continue to pour tears. Then his head looked to the left right, who knew there was someone who might be the neighbor of the woman and he could ask.

Incidentally there was a middle-aged mother who approached Renita, Renita smiled kindly with courtesy as well, Renita greeted the mother.

"Mother, I happen to be willing to offer an item to the owner of the house and I have been there! but no one, if you can know who the owner of the house is?" search Renita.

At first the person that Renita was questioning looked confused! he stared so scrutinized towards Renita from top to bottom that even his motorbike was the target of his gaze.

"Oh the owner of the House .. That's the one with the car! just got the guy out of the car!" he replied the mother while pointing towards the house that had Azam's car.

"That's Bu Wiwi's house, her son named Sharon she's a widow left for dead-"

"Oh .. So the one who just got out of the car, the woman whose name was Sharon, the widow was left dead huh? who was that man just now? I thought her husband!" Renita cut the word from the mother.

"Know me anyway .. not married yet. Maybe his girlfriend's kali. But don't know either! the problem is that every day I see the car in front of her house, maybe it's her husband!" the answer is the mother who is less convincing, but it is quite clear to Renita that her husband comes there every day.

"That means the one in the same carrying that was led was Sharon's son and daughter huh?" search Renita again while holding back the feeling of wanting to cry. Her chest felt so tight. His body felt weak, but Renita had to try to be strong.

"Yes right, the widow has two children who are toddlers and one has gone to school" he replied.

"Oh that's it? thanks y, ma'am ... for the information, maybe tomorrow will come back again because now it is too late!" she said Renita while looking at the clock that was coiled around her wrist.

"Oh yes, excuse me .. I want to go to the shop first!" said the mother while slightly bowing her head and her body bowed respectfully when crossing Renita who was still standing near her motorbike.

Renita how many times said istighfar and asked the almighty to be given strength and patience, because everything is not easy to deal with.

Then Renita took her motorcycle away from the place, home carrying all the wounds that were stuck in the chest.

Renita motor continues to drive towards the road home bringing a feeling that is not careless, actually he was in shock. Hit with what he saw and what he got this afternoon.

Tears continued to flow uncontrollably soaking his cheeks, continuing to come out of the corner of the eye covered by the sunglasses, a tightness in the chest like there was no room for him to breathe! it was so agonizing that he pulled the bike over for a moment.

"Oh Allah .. Give me strength! give me the patience to face it, I can't be weak. I have to be strong." Renita's voice looked up at the ceiling and momentarily removed her glasses and wiped her face flooded with tears.

"I have to look fine! especially in front of Rendy, the child should not know what happened and the child should not know if the mother is sad or in trouble. I should be able to try to cover everything for the happiness of my son!"

The day was getting late in the afternoon.even approaching the magrib and Renita stayed how many meters more to get to his residence so far ....

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Seriate.