That's right, my heart seemed to be stopping flowing blood all over my body. The man looked at me seriously, it seemed that Mr. Aris was really with his remarks. Immediately I normalized my mind that was almost disarrayed by the story that Mr. Aris told. But my body still felt trembling in disbelief.
"Are you sure that it is my husband?" I asked to make sure what Mr. Aris saw was true.
"Of course, how could I forget your husband? You guys just got married yesterday and there hasn't been a month." The man pulled his body slightly away from me but still in a low tone of voice.
I was silent looking at the face of Mr. Aris who was now looking at me as well. Is it possible that Bagas is busy with his mistress at this time, so he ignoring me?
"Mrs. Reza are you okay?" said Mr. Aris Making me feel angry.
"Sir, can you ask for the address of the hotel, sir?" I'm asking Mr. Aris.
It felt like anger in my chest like embers ready to explode. Is it true that the woman who was with Bagas was his mistress? If it was true that it was Bagas' affair, I would never let the woman be happy because she had snatched my husband.
"Mrs, I sent it," Mr. Aris said. "Mrs. Reza just investigates first, who knows I'm the wrong person," Said Mr. Aris grimaced then left me.
"Thank you, sir," I said with a smile forced to endure the wound that was spreading inside the chest.
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I've been serving my husband's favorite dishes on the dinner table. While the man was still busy cleaning himself in the bathroom that was in the room. However, for almost half an hour I waited until the puff of white smoke that aired from the newly cooked cuisine had disappeared.
I walked out of the kitchen trying to see if Bagas had finished taking a shower. But my footsteps instantly stopped at the door of the room. I heard Bagas was talking to someone behind his cell phone.
"All right," Bagas said without me knowing what he was talking to.
"Well, tomorrow morning I will pick you up at the hotel."
"What?"
Hotel? My heart raced faster. My anger burned even more with Bagas' words. It turns out that Mr. Aris is indeed not one of the people. Is all this a barrage of Bagas affair tactics? For a moment my body felt weak helpless between wanting to cry or being angry.
"Well, see you tomorrow morning," Mas Bagas concluded his call.
I who stood up immediately moved from the front door of the room back to the dining table before Bagas knew. I didn't forget to wipe out my tears immediately. It turns out that this kind of pain is betrayed, no wonder Mrs. Iska chose to end her household. My mind hurts so much' once.
"Hem... It smells so good," said Bagas who just came. He inhaled deeply in the scent of the cuisine that had barely smelled or was Bagas now also pretending to please me.
I don't want to show any expression in front of my husband. Because I'm sure the guy is very familiar with the gimmick changes on my face and I'm afraid that he will be suspicious.
"Let's eat baby! I'll get you some rice," I said, putting the rice on a plate.
"Baby, I want that one!" asked Bagas to the squid balado that looked so seductive.
Immediately I took the squid balado and placed it on the white rice in the dish. Then thrust the plate full of side dishes to Bagas who looked impatient.
"Honey, you don't eat?" he asked me who was just sitting looking at him.
"No, I ate first," I said.
"I'm sorry! I've been in the bathroom for too long." The man got up slightly from his seat then gently rubbed my hair.
I think the household in that I have prepared everything carefully will not encounter obstacles and run smoothly. But in reality, people who have loved me for years are not necessarily able to be loyal.
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I passed tonight quietly. The rain that fell since the afternoon still left a mottling that never ended. The man still circles his hands around my stomach. His breathing sounded regular until it changed with subtle snoring.
I'm still awake, I don't know why my eyes are so hard to close. My mind kept wandering around in disbelief that my husband had shared his love. Is that probably the cause until he never touched me? But since when did he come into contact with the woman I don't know his identity? Why don't I know it at all?
I didn't feel my tears falling slowly wetting my cheeks along with the pain that was spreading in the heart. All the bad thoughts filled my brain, making me even more frightened by what would happen tomorrow.
"Wait a minute, I'll get ready first. In half an hour I will leave."
I saw the man sitting on the edge of the bed talking to someone from his cell phone. My eyes still felt heavy, I don't know when I fell asleep but certainly at this time the sunlight freely penetrated the glass wall of our room that had been opened.
Bagas put his phone on the nightstand and went to the bathroom.
My detective's soul was immediately curious to hear the phone vibrate again. It seemed like just a message because the vibrations it caused were not prolonged.
I put the phone on and touched it gently, but again I had to enter a password that I didn't know. I pulled the screen on the phone down until it appeared that the writing of the message had just entered even though it was not completed.
[Master, when can it come?]
I frowned, a nameless message was just a row of numbers, making me equally curious. I haven't had time to move the number to my phone, Bagas can be heard to stop his activity of cleaning himself in the bathroom. Soon I returned the phone to its place and I immediately curled up on the bed with my heart still pounding and curious.
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I kept following Bagas' dirt bike, but this time I didn't use my matic bike. I prefer to order an ojek online to do my investigation so that Bagas does not know if I am following him.
Right at the end of the road in Bojonegoro city, the motorcycle that was supposed to take the right direction to go to the forest, but instead turned left towards the city of Bojonegoro. My heart was rumbling more and more, it felt impatient for me to want to kill the woman who had ruined my household.
"Faster, sir," I exclaimed to the motorist,
Because of the many corners in the city of Bojonegoro almost I lost track of Bagas's motorcycle.
"Stop sir, stop!" I exclaimed to the motorist as I watched Bagas' motorcycle enter the hotel grounds. The motorcycle that took me stopped not far from the hotel.
I saw the hotel sign clearly displayed in front of the high-floor building. The name is exactly the same as the name of the hotel that Mr. Aris sent me. Making my chest even tighter to welcome the shadow of bad things that will come to me.
"Mrs, it's still a long time? I have to work again?", said the man sitting in front of me.
"Wait a minute, sir!"
For almost two hours I waited for Bagas not to come out of the hotel.
'Is my husband making out with that woman? Until now he has not come out of the hotel.' my mind is increasingly filled with fear and bad things.
"Mrs, why daydream?" said motorist exclaimed to me.
"Yes, sir, sorry! You wait here for a while, yes, I want to check into the hotel for a while," I said in a trembling voice, my body felt weak but I had to make sure what really happened inside the hotel.
Continued...