The Beginning of a Famous Writer
Second Whatsapp Messages

Ting. Message sign back in.

I'll be seeing the cell phone immediately. It was still from that number. Not to mention it feels tight in the chest due to his first message. Now back the second message hit the heart. I really have no power to withstand the emotional turmoil in the soul. If the person involved in the photo sent was in front of me, maybe I had just rubbed his body, let alone the face. It really made me shocked and upset half to death.

[Thank you bang. May you be happy today, and thank you for this. Photograph.]

Chat displays a photo of proof of transfer with a large enough nominal in my opinion.

I let out all the emotional turmoil in my heart. To be a little more calm.

In my crying back I remembered from the first meeting to a moment before all this happened.

Twelve years ago, a very interesting meeting in my opinion. We who don't know each other. Not fellow school or college friends, let alone friends from childhood. Our meeting started with a mobile number. But not because of a wrong number, or starting from random random random random number, as most of them did in those days, but somehow my husband was interested in my phone number that was on his friend's phone, which of his friends I know each other.

According to the previous ruler. At that time he was single. Scandalously asking for a girlfriend with his friend. And his friend told him to find the desired number on his phone. The condition of the phone at that time that can only be called and SMS. Not the same as now, which has many types of applications, can even see photos as well. You can even call see the picture, known as a vidio call. While in the past boro boro for vidio call, to know the photo alone can not. My husband was interested in my number. I don't know what the reason is. Until he contacted directly. That's why I said interesting. But that was then, not anymore for now.

Not to mention the distress we experienced during the household. All re-spinning in the mind, making the heart back still hurt like slashed.

A few minutes following the feeling. After that I wiped the tears on my cheeks. I open my headscarf and I wash my face. Intending to dispose of the sadness I just found.

After a little more calm. I wear the hijab again. I look in the mirror looking at this face.

I step foot out of the bathroom. While looking left right so that no one sees my face that leaves the rest of the crying some time ago.

Custabilize emotions and stretch towards the seat.

I took a long breath. And back I took out the thing that was the link to this problem.

No more messages from that number. I didn't respond to it at all. I want to see straight after school how the husband reacts.

Today, my husband asked permission for his alumni meeting during his school. It used to be that our lives were not like this, there were no friends who invited for alumni. I don't know, I can't think positively for now.

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As usual, my husband takes me to school, there is nothing different from my husband. There was no overwhelming happiness on his face, nor was there any anxiety. There was only the appearance of another husband than usual, because he who from the alumni event immediately invited me to school. The clothes he was wearing were exactly the same as his clothes when in the photo sent the unknown number earlier. My heart hurts more and more to remember all that.

Rey and I got on the bike without much ado. Also on the road I did not mention the message that someone sent. It's just that my heart is frozen, no longer warmed when I was next to my husband. The image of the photo was clearly recorded in my mind.

Imagine my husband was with the woman, according to how it looks in the photo of the unknown number. And even my mind had been tarnished by thoughts that were too ugly. I felt disgusted to be next to my husband.

"Bund. How come the tumben is quiet?" Husband's words break the silence on the journey.

I also do not say. It feels reluctant lips, like describing the pain of the burden incised by the husband.

"Maybe you're hungry. You see from that Rey no see mother eat, or even eat snacks, usually mother always lunch at school well." Rey voices. I guess what caused me to not make a sound.

"Areally so bund? Do we eat before we go home?" Bargain husband.

It used to be a husband offer like that, so pleasing to my heart. But not for now. Even after everything was proven I no longer wanted to be next to him.

"Mother...?" The husband called back while glancing in the rearview mirror. Our views are clashing. But as fast as lightning I turned my eyes.

"Mother why bund?" Holding my hand with his left hand.

I clap his hands violently.

"Bring the correct motor! And straight home!" That's all I can get out for now.

I stole a look in the rearview mirror. My husband seemed surprised by my behavior. He also lowered the motor.

"Mother why? Any problem? It's not usually like this." My husband still persuaded me.

I'm silent too.

"Rey, Rey knows why?" My husband is looking for information through Rey.

"Don't know well, from Rey home from school, my mother only taught in eighth grade one, after that sitting in the office, she said checking student assignments and occasionally playing cellphone." Rey explained everything she saw about my activities starting from her school days.

We finally got home. Rey immediately played with Aihzan and grandma, after I greeted Aihzan, I passed into the room.

In my room, I threw my body on the bed. Not long after the door opened. My husband followed me inside. He may be curious about my change of attitude.

"Bund. Mother why?" He said as he sat on the side of the bed and felt this head.

I remained silent and did not move a bit.

"Bund why?" Try to embrace this shoulder and look at the face that has been soaked in tears.

I can't hold back either. His strength is much stronger than my strength. My husband knows the details that I have been hiding.

"Mother why are you crying? What the hell's going on? Here's dad's story." My husband hugged me.

Maybe they want to give you peace. I want to pat her arms. But again I am not able to.

How can I calm down in the arms of someone who has shared the same treatment with another woman some time ago. Not even long ago. Not yet a day. It's still hours. It used to be if you experienced sadness. This hug can make the heart warm again. But not for now.

Express all emotions. Until I can be free from his embrace. I violently pushed my husband until the hug came off.

I still see no change in husband's face. There is not the slightest picture of him hiding something or fearing something. He was really surprised by my attitude that pushed him.

"Mother why bund?" Still asking the same thing and with a face that looks amazingly shocked.

"How come you don't know what's causing me like this?" I said with so much emotion that I snapped it.

"Yes what happened, Bund? Please mother story. Let me know."

"You're acting stupid or you're really stupid now, huh?" I'm still yelling.