Your charms are diverting my love

I Must Be Pitted Meaning?

I don't care if there's Mas Dani and Nadira in front of me. They both look so uncomfortable in front of me. Let it be, how far are they acting out there. The sin of the husband is not borne by the wife, indeed the wife is obliged to remind that the husband is in the wrong.  But, back again what her husband is like, if the husband does not love his wife, let it be.

We kept quiet with each other. Yes, Mas Dani and I were just quiet, not greeting each other, let alone, if Mas Dani greeted and invited me to talk, then I would answer. Can't Mas Dani let go of Nadira, is she beautiful, fashionable, sexy? While me? My body is like this, small, unfulfilled, my chest is also far away, there is nothing with Nadira's. But, I do care anyway, I am Mas Dani's wife, the woman chosen by Mas Dani's parents, the choice of parents must be the best, so I must always be the best, and always do your best. I trusted my in-laws to lead his company, because his only child like that, did not think about the struggle of his parents who desperately build his business from scratch.

I saw a bunch of people dressed in the same uniform as my husband and Nadira. They seemed to have made a deal, because I saw them go straight to our table.

“Hai ... Here apparently you guys?”

“Iya, full of places, so we join the same mbak this,” replied Nadira.

“We sit where is it?” they asked six four men, two men and two women.

“You're getting stickier? When to inaugurate? It's officially possible religiously, right? I'm the same Wulan is also legitimate, when you're still afraid, Dan?” said one of Mas Dani's friends, to Nadira and Mas Dani in a whisper.

What's?! Religious inauguration? Crazy is crazy! I didn't expect the circle of friends of people like them to be so bad. Inaugurating religiously, is it a sign that Mas Dani will intend to marry Nadira sirri? I should be pitted that's what it means? God ... This sane person isn't, huh?

“Let's not think,” replied Mas Dani briefly.

“You two go every day, bucin mulu. Poor Madam Nadira tuh, left married, still dating, still no certainty?” said Mas Dani's female friend.

Firda raised her eyebrows by looking at me. I am not okay right now, my heart is heating up, even my eyes are heating up because they hold my tears that almost spill because they hear the words of friends Mas Dani. It turns out that they already know that Mas Dani is married, but they even support Mas Dani doing things that Mas Dani should not have done without my knowledge. I bowed down to endure the pain, but I realized, my marriage with Mas Dani is the wish of Mas Dani's parents, naturally Mas Dani like that. But at least he knows how I feel, and appreciates how I feel.

Nadira, and the two female teacher's friends, hijab. But, why did they become stashies? I think the world is upside down. Let it be, they have God, let God repay them.

“Vit your phone sounds, your in-laws call.” Firda surprised me, because indeed I was dumbfounded from earlier, while stirring up my food that was still left over quite a lot.

“Oh yes.” I immediately received a call from my mother.

“Iya, hello, Ma?” I purposely raised the call volume, and even I'm a laoudspeaker.

“Vita, where are you? Your home is a deserted tumben? Has Danial not come home yet? You didn't come home for lunch at Tumben's?” ask mama.

“Mas Danial came home rather late afternoon he said, Ma. He said he wanted a meeting at his school, and I just wanted to see the client again, so I did eat out with Firda, cooking is also dear not to eat, Ma, so I did eat,” obviously I am on mama-in-law.

“Papa is the same mama, tuh papa wants to eat your cooking. Said you ate lunch every hour, didn't you cook?”

“Yes, but did Mas Dani not come home, came home a little late, and I also did a lot of meetings today, Ma? How about dinner, Ma? Mama and papa dinner at home, later Vita masakin favorite cuisine mama and papa,” said.

“Darling, you will be tired, dong? Papa guess before meeting the client go home first, eat at home?”

“No, Ma. All right, besides, did Mas Dani come home in the afternoon, Ma? Eat out too.”

“Vita, next time just dinner, we meet at the office. We'll see Mr. Arif at three, right? Papa to your office now with mom,” said papa.

“OK, pa. I took Firda to his office first, didn't I, Pa? Here I just finished eating with Firda,”, I said.

“Where are you eating, Vit? Rame once, you eat at a stall or warteg, Vita?”

“Jeez, Vit? You're the CEO still eating in a place like that?”

“Ih papa said it? It's my favorite food and Firda, Pa? Papa must try, Vita will take anyway,” said me.

“That's you, to the cake restaurant, or where?”

“Bored pa, if the same papa to the restaurant, same client also yes, bored with the menu. Already yes, Pa? Vita wants to pay first, then meet at the office.”

I watched as I mentioned Mas Dani's name, and mama also mentioned Danial's name, all of Mas Dani's friends kept quiet and looked at me. I'm sure they'll know who I am. Let them know, and they too must be ashamed to have vilified me in front of me anyway?

“Fir, have you eaten? Yuk's home? Go to the mosque first, huh? Not praying yet, right?”

“Oke, let's go home.” Speak with spirit. Firda was also certainly satisfied to see their expressions that were only silent when Vita called with her mother-in-law.

“Mas Dani, I'm home, huh? Maybe I came home a little late, I heard what you said to myself, right? We want to meet clients, and there are clients who want to observe in the office. I'll go home first, Mas?” I kissed Mas Dani's hand, because I didn't kiss her. It was all because I couldn't bear to see Mas Dani's sturdy and sexy body just wrapped in a towel wrapped around her waist. I'm also not relieved if I want to go to the office not to kiss Mas Dani's hand.

“Wah .. wah .. wah ... What is it, Dan? This turns out is ....?”

“Iya my wife Mas Dani, Mom,” I replied kindly by commenting on my smile. “Mari, Mom. I am waiting for Papanya Mas Dani in the office, please sit down,”.

It's funny to see their facial expressions get nervous, and feel so guilty, for talking like that, and vilifying me too. But he doesn't know who I am yet. Who Revita Adriyana is. You eat the salary of the country, you should not do it like that, the man of the country must be good, even like that? Surprised by those who boast of office but manners and manners are zero big.

Firda forbade me to drive a car, she was afraid I was okay. But I refused. Why me? I won't cry for myself like this.

“You okay?” ask Firda.

“Iya, why me?”

“Vit, you heard what they said, right? I'm sure your husband has exceeded the limit with Nadira,” Firda said.

“Yes if it exceeds the limit I can what? Do they love each other? Now come on, Fir, if Nadira was a good girl, she wouldn't want to be the same guy. That's it. I don't want to get dizzy, Fir,” obviously.

“Vit, don't stress because this is yes, Vit? I swear I'm a pitcher of Nadira!” upset ass.

“She's veiled, Fir. Doesn't look like her hair,” I said with a chuckle.

“Headed how is he doing?”

“Yes let it be, do not judge people if we do not know what the person is like. Already, I do not want to think, my duties are still many, not just a duty as a wife Mas Dania. My priority is my mom and dad, and their company. And, our business also dong of course,” said I.

“I'm sure, you can get through this patiently, roomily. I'm sure you can. You are Revita Adriyana, you are a great woman, Vit.”

Actually my mind was crying, but I was embarrassed to spill my tears in front of Firda. I cried while I was interacting with my Lord. I was pouring out all my pain and fatigue. As long as I am married to Mas Dani, I do not want to cry with someone, let alone to wail and complain my heart's worry to that person.

I turned my car into a mosque close to Firda's office. There is still plenty of time, so I just stop by the mosque, instead of praying at the office, later mama and papa look at my eyes. I never cry when I'm facing my Robb. Later they ask why my eyes are red, why are my eyes swollen?