The Beginning of a Famous Writer
The trap is being retarded by the trap

"Bund, you trust me the same father!" Said the husband one night, when the children had slept soundly.

I am busy surfing in cyberspace using a fake account through an old mobile phone. It must still be the status of Ronal.

I leaned towards my husband. Thinking for a moment. Considering the indecision, is it better that I tell my husband about Ronal. My husband was still looking at me, indicating that I wanted to believe him.

"Dad! Look at this!" I said while pointing my phone at my husband.

I showed my husband Ronal's profile picture. Actually, the husband did not recognize Ronal's face at all, he only knew his name. I intend to explain about Ronal to the husband, I deliberately looked at his picture to the husband and also showed who is behind the turmoil between our quarrels.

I just saw a picture of Ronal.

"This is his cousin Cita bund." Say the husband while pointing towards the mobile phone.

I was shocked to hear the husband's words.

"Cousin how? Do you know where it's from?" I said with curiosity that excited me.

"Yet, he came during the reunion. And Cita introduced that she was his cousin." Obviously husband.

I'm really surprised to hear this. Are they really cousins? I'm getting dizzy.

"really so? Or just their wits? This is my ex Ronal I told you about." I said while looking seriously at my husband.

"But then Cita introduced his name Word bund."

"Yes the name Ronal Firmansyah well, do not they who have compiled all this?" Overshipped.

"It could be a bundle. That's why the dad from yesterday said he never did that. Mother who does not believe. Owh pantesan only, when the father carried Cita, the Ronal was not crowded. It turns out he's the photographer." Husband is back in voice.

Hearing the words of the photographer, I was more sure, this was their work, the husband admitted the scene when the Cita fainted was a crowd. While in the photo only seen Cita and my husband, he who has edited the photo, the Ronal alias Firman it is indeed a photographer. I remember once he decided I was going to college majoring in photographer, and I saw on Facebook yesterday, but now his work is about photographers, cameramen and the like. It is so easy for them to edit photos. That's why the husband's photo looks like a real thing.

"Yes, I think so now too. Whether they are cousins or not. This is definitely all they've done." I said, but I still don't trust a hundred porcines before I prove it myself.

"So you're trusting dad?" The husband approached and stared at the black bead while touching both of my cheeks. Parallel our gaze.

"That's it." Overshipped.

"Other one you're worried about? By Allah, father never betrays mother. And will keep this heart and this feeling." My husband reassured me.

"I want more proof of this problem." Soft words.

"What do you want to do with your plan?"

"Now it's my turn to trap them. To find evidence that this was their doing. If I could, I'd record their confession without them noticing." Say sure.

I then took my phone, and headed for the green app. I scroll down looking for my chat history with Ronal. Next I send a message.

[Ronal, how do you know it was my husband??? Thank you for telling me, my heart is broken betrayed by my husband who I love so much, I will be suing for divorce.]

I intentionally type a message like that, so that Ronal is provoked, I wonder also what exactly makes him do this.

A few minutes my message was not read.

We finally broke down, and intended to sleep because the day already showed at ten.

But not yet so the eyes are asleep perfectly, the ringing of my phone goes back to sound, there is an incoming message. Soon I opened, it was a reply from Ronal.

[It doesn't matter where your husband comes from. I still protect you even though you belong to someone else. But your choice makes him an inappropriately abusive husband. He has other women besides you. Therefor. Take care of the divorce and we can be together as before. I still love you.]

***

Early in the morning when I went outside to water the flowers, opening the door, I was greeted by something lying on the porch chair.

There is a bouquet of flowers of various types of chocolate, silverqueen, cadbury, kitkat, dairy milk, toblerone, hershey's. Anyway, various brands of chocolate rods, neatly arranged there. It's exquisite.

I was curious and grabbed the bouquet. There's writing. "I loved you thirteen years ago. My farewell was only because I wanted to achieve a dream to make you happy later. (Rf)"

I can already guess this must be from Ronal. I smiled cynically.

"Just hurt what you're scratching. After the pain scratches you gave me first, slowly removed my husband, now you are back. Don't expect your cheap traps to keep me trapped." I'm in silence.

From a distance on the side of the road I saw someone scavenging. An idea came to my mind.

"Look! Buk!" Call me while running towards him, and the bouquet is still in my grasp.

"Yes to Indri." She answered while also walking towards me.

She was still here too, so she recognized me.

"What's up, son?" Ask after our positions are close together.

"This is for mom." I said while giving the chocolate bar to him.

I know this mother has several children. And surely they will be happy in this love.

With twinkling eyes, describing the mother was very happy. "Thank you Indri." He said as he grabbed the chocolate bar from my hand.

"Same buk, yes I've continued to want to watered flowers first buk." I have permission to continue my activities.

"Ah yes son, may the sustenance of Indri nak more smoothly, and always protected him." My mother prayed for good for me.

"Amen. Thank you for your prayers too." I said with a smile, and we walked away from each other.

The husband who was seen sitting on the terrace seat while watching me who was running small from the road.

"Where's bund from?" Ask.

"From the outside, there was a bouquet of chocolates here, it seemed to be a shipment from Ronal, but I gave it to the mother who used to glide in front. They are really intent on destroying our household." I told the husband.

"Ah is right. Cie ya morning get chocolate gift." Ledek.

"Dad, that's it."

"Daddy's just kidding, Bund. It's good to love people, so it's useful. Ntar mother if kepengen let father buyin. It's good that Ronal bought someone's wife. Not able to buy the mother chocolate, father still not sincere mother feeding from her. Moreover, this father can afford, ten bouquets of father buyin now also can." Husband rising. It may also hurt Ronal's behavior.

"Cie. the jealous one." replace me with the seductive one.

"Who is not jealous. Wife got a bouquet from the ex." Ketus answer.

"More jealous where? Husband holding the ex?" I don't want to lose.

"Udahlah. Don't talk about it anymore. We need to be more careful. Don't get caught in their traps." Husband back softened.

"Yes yeah." Say it again and continue watering the flowers.