Chapter 3 3. My Unequired love

Chapter 3: My Unrequited Love

After 7 days of the tahlilan period, I nervously asked permission from one of my family members to return to our house. The house that had been prepared by my kind mother-in-law. In the past.

The thing that made me want to maintain the household with Mas Bima was the attitude of my mother-in-law and father-in-law who considered me like their son.

Their treatment of me made me so comfortable even though the household I lived with Mas Bima was in fact bland.

A house, a car, and other home appliances had been prepared by my mother-in-law that should have belonged to Devina.

And I calmly accepted it, although sometimes I received a cynical look from my stepmother, even though I really wanted to tell her that what made this marriage happen was because Devina had gone abroad.

Everything went well. Even though my mother was shocked, she left all the decisions in my hands and believed in my decision. My mother, who had many years of illness, made me surrender to the situation and did not want to hurt her, let alone create a bad stigma that I became a widow, so in the end I accepted this marriage gracefully and believed that this was all the destiny of Gusti Allah.

I took the twins in a car that I had only been able to run for a little over a year, after I took a driving course test and passed.

There were several things I wanted to ask Mas Bima. Perhaps that time was just an oversight.

As I opened the gate and put the car into the yard, my eyes narrowed slightly when I saw the renovated yard.

Since when?

Who was the culprit?

Because as far as I knew, Mas Bima never interfered with the maintenance of the house.

My chest began to feel uncomfortable seeing the state of the garden that had changed so much that even the flowers that I planted with my hands in my spare time when the twins were sleeping, now the flowers had changed, even the color of the pot had also changed to a color that was not my favorite. I am a lover of black. Dark, dark and mysterious.

It was like the life that colored my days when my father remarried a woman younger than my mother's age, and since then my life has been dark living the days with my mother.

Carrying the twins in front and behind me, I walked. Luckily they were both asleep and not disturbed at all.

I slowly entered the house that I had lived in for the past three years with Mas Bima.

My eyes rounded fully when I saw the color of the chair that had changed. Pink?

Then some furniture also changed its color to pink. This feeling was getting uncomfortable.

My chest was beating fast, I felt an unusual aura. This breathing became rapid and irregular when I entered the kitchen which also changed the color of the furniture. Even the spoons, pans, and utensils have changed color. What was previously a dark-colored accent has now become pink, aka pink.

Oh my God, what is this?

Is there a new woman who has taken control of my house?

Is there a new queen who has taken control of my palace?

This heart was getting more and more uncomfortable, also feeling feverish with chaotic feelings.

I then entered the twins' room and breathed a sigh of relief when I found that the furniture had not changed.

Put the twins to bed one by one. Then I closed the door slowly and entered the living room.

Upon entering the living room my body stiffened at the sight of an unexpected sight that should have alerted me.

I ran out of words when I saw the figure of a beautiful woman emblazoned on a large portrait that was three times the size of the prayer mat.

The portrait was originally a picture of me, Mas Bima and the twins.

But now the photo had changed with a picture that made me gulp, I should have anticipated this, that it turned out that in the end the day of the woman's return had happened too.

The large photo displayed in the living room was of Devina who looked so beautiful and attractive.

These lips trembled violently, a faint explanation I had found, why the husband whom I respected and loved sincerely betrayed me or threw me away with a divorce sentence on the mourning day of my life.

It turned out that Devina was the main reason.

It turned out that my sincere love was unrequited from my husband.

Because on the day Devina returned to Indonesia, she easily took over my palace.

My chest was heating up, as were my eyelids, and I couldn't stop the tears from raining down.

Is this the reason my husband dumped me?

It turned out that my sincere love was unable to make my husband reciprocate this love.

My love is unrequited.

Because when the woman came again my husband had thrown me away.