Poor Husband's Betrayal

The slightly cloudy morning atmosphere makes anyone still feel at home to wrap his body with a blanket. Unlike Raisa, the woman had to wake up early to prepare provisions for her husband to go to work.

The sound of a four-month-old baby crying came from inside Raisa's house. The woman immediately went into her room.

"Don't cry anymore," said Raisa's husband. The man calmed his fussy son.

Raisa, who was still busy in the kitchen, shouted to her husband to give the baby some milk.

"Honey ... Anya, give me the milk on the table," Raisa said with her hands deftly chopping vegetables. Her husband immediately gave a baby bottle filled with milk to Anya, their child.

"Oh... it turns out Anya is thirsty, honey." the husband chatted with their daughter. There was no more sound of Anya's crying. Raisa could finally cook in peace.

Her deft hands move here and there to make provisions for her husband. Her enthusiastic face is reflected in the song she sings while meak.

"Is Anya asleep yet?" Raisa asked her husband.

"Already, she's just sleeping," replied her husband as he pecked Raisa's forehead. As usual, Raisa smiled at receiving romantic treatment from her husband.

"Honey, it's a habit to kiss early in the morning." Raisa mumbled, blushing.

"Why the hell, baby? We're used to this," Arka replied, hugging her intimately.

"Ouch... don't make me melt."

Raisa returned her husband's embrace and enjoyed his warm embrace. Her heart told her that she was the luckiest woman in the world for being Arka's legal wife.

"Drrt drrt"

The sound of a cell phone ringing came from the nightstand in their room. Arka quickly picked up the phone, checking who had called so early.

"Hello?" Arka picked up the phone.

"Have you prepared the files I asked for yesterday?" said the person on the other side.

"Yes, sir. I'll be at the office in a minute." Arka replied with a lazy face.

The call was cut off unilaterally by the interlocutor, without any closing sentence. Arka swore a little to the person who had called her early in the morning.

"You're useless. You can only tell me what to do."

"What's wrong?"

"Who the hell calls this early in the morning?" Raisa heard her husband's complaint. Then he asked, curious as to who was calling so early.

"It's normal. The boss is a dictator," Arka said as she grabbed her towel. Walking towards the bathroom.

Raisa opened the front door of her house. The morning breeze hit her beautiful face. Her graceful and sweet face makes anyone's heart melt.

"Where the hell did Arka put the car keys," Raisa complained to herself. The woman went back inside her house.

"Honey! Where are the car keys?" Raisa shouted at the bathroom door.

"Maybe in the pocket of the pants I used for work yesterday," Arka said from the bathroom.

Raisa then rushed to the dirty clothes basket. She looked for the work pants that her husband had worn yesterday. The long black pants smelled good.

"What's this?" Raisa observed a piece of paper like a payment receipt. But it was tattered.

The woman was curious, put her husband's pants back on and read the writing on the paper.

"Total payment of twenty million? What does this mean?" muttered Raisa. The woman's mind was suddenly prejudiced.

"Did you find the car keys?" asked Arka who appeared in front of Raisa. The woman quickly stuffed the paper into her pants pocket.

"Ah, yes, this." Raisa held up the car keys. Then she smiled.

She hurriedly left the house, opened Arka's car door and put her lunch on the passenger seat. Just now Raisa wanted to get into the house. Suddenly there was a woman's voice calling her son.

"Aska! Don't run out of the house!" a young woman shouted.

"Wow... I think we have a new neighbor here." Raisa turned her head, finding a young woman chasing after a small child.

Raisa went back inside her house. Her husband was already dressed and smelling nice.

"You're ready to go," Raisa admonished. She forgot for a moment about the payment paper in her husband's pants pocket.

"Yes, dear. What will you buy me when I get home?" Arka asked. The man's hands were busy replying to someone's message.

"No need."

Raisa looked up at her husband. Arka kissed his wife's lips affectionately.

"There's already someone living next door to us." Raisa released their lips. Arka squinted.

"Really?"

Raisa nodded, then smiled. "I plan to visit there later."

"It's not bad that we have neighbors. I haven't had neighbors for a long time." continued Raisa.

Arka nodded slowly. Her gaze focused on the cell phone that had been busy ringing. Raisa chose to remain silent, she wasn't curious.

"I'm leaving for work first." Arka kissed his wife on the forehead.

"Be careful. Don't flirt or be tempted by other women," Raisa joked. Arka laughed a little and then waved and left.

Before leaving, Raisa kissed the back of her husband's hand. She also prayed for her husband to be facilitated in all matters.

Raisa waved back. Not forgetting the sweet smile on her tiny lips. Raisa closed the gate of her house again.

"Apparently there are already residents," Raisa murmured, peering at the house next door. In front of the house was parked the latest sports car.

The sound of Anya's crying was heard again. Raisa hurried to her room and put the broom in a random place.

"Honey is awake?" Raisa immediately picked up the baby. Anya, who had been crying, immediately shut up when she saw her inu coming.

"Anya thirsty? Do you want to drink milk? Do you want to drink milk?" said Raisa, inviting her little daughter to talk.

Anya laughed at the inu's words. Anya stopped crying, then looked at her mother intently as she suckled.

After breastfeeding Anya, Raisa then bathed her child and continued sweeping the house which had been delayed. Anya was laughing ge. Her beautiful face has been visible since she was a child.

"Now Anya be quiet first. I'll get the diapers first."

Not to be outdone by her beautiful face. Raisa also has deft and diligent hands. She never complains about taking care of the house and children alone. Even though her husband's salary is enough to hire a babysitter. But Raisa refused to do that, she chose to do it herself and quit the company.

"Do you want me to take Anya to our next-door neighbor?" asked Raisa to her baby who couldn't talk yet.

"Just a moment, let me get the sling first. Then we'll play." Raisa went to the closet.

Raisa held Anya with the fruit in her hand. She didn't forget to give a hand to her new neighbor.

Raisa knocked on the door of her next-door neighbor's house. She waited a little while before the owner opened the door.

"Hello. I'm Raisa," Raisa said politely.

"Oh Raisa. I'm Maya. I'm new here. Let's go to the house," Maya invited Raisa.

Raisa also uk into Maya's house. The sultan's aura radiated from inside Maya's house. The contents of her house are luxurious and quality goods. Raisa was dumbfounded to see it. But she quickly focused on Maya.

"Oh hi. Are you Aska?" Raisa asked a boy.

"Yes, aunty. My name is Aska." the boy said in reply to Raisa's question.

"Aska is really cute. How old is she?" Raisa asked conversationally.

"Three years old. I want to go to work, but the nanny hasn't arrived yet," Maya said, glancing at her watch.

"It turns out you want to go to work. I thought I was just at home like me," said Raisa with a small smile.

"I'm already comfortable working," Maya replied while holding her child.

"Then I'll take my leave and go home. Next time I'll play again on my day off," Raisa said as she put the fruit on the table.

"I'm really sorry Raisa. I haven't been able to accompany you to chat," Maya said, looking at the fruit brought by Raisa.

"No problem. I'll go home first. Goodbye Aska."

Raisa waved goodbye to Aska. Overheard in the distance, Aska did not want to be left behind by her mother.

"Mommy! Aska doesn't want to be with the nurse! She wants to be with Mommy. Come on, try to stop working like the auntie next to us!" little Aska yelled.

"Don't equate Mami with that damn woman!" Maya stared intently at Raisa's departure from the window.

It was late afternoon, but Arka had yet to show her face. Raisa stood on the front porch of the house. While waiting for Arka to come home, she played with her little daughter, Anya.

"Anya is beautiful, look at Mommy," said Raisa talking to her daughter.

Anya, who is super active, can already lie on her stomach smoothly. She also has a habit of looking closely at her mother.

"So smart! Raisa chuckles at her little daughter's response

Raisa and Anya were busy playing on the terrace of their house. Laughter and jokes fill the afternoon.

"Why isn't Arka home yet?" Raisa looked at the fence several times.

"Anya misses you already? Do you want to play with me?" Raisa looked at her little daughter.

The girl immediately replied while laughing loudly. Raisa, who saw Anya's development very quickly, felt grateful to have been given a happy little family.

The sound of a car horn in front of the house surprised Raisa, who was playing with Anya.

"Unusually late." Raisa turned her head toward the fence of their house.

"Anya wait here first. I'll open the gate for you." Raisa ran a little, opening the gate for her husband.

"Sweetheart," Arka called spoiledly.

"What the hell Arka! So spoiled," Raisa replied a little shyly. But her face was slightly annoyed.

Arka parked her car in the car garage of the house. He hurriedly closed the car door. From the looks of it, he couldn't wait to kiss his wife and their little daughter.

"Hello Anya," Arka picked up Anya with a gentle gaze that made the little girl giggle instantly.

"No! Don't hold Anya first. There are a lot of germs attached," Raisa said, taking their little daughter from Arka's arms.

"Oh, I forgot," Arka replied with a small smile.

"Or do I just kiss you?" Arka leaned forward, as if to pounce on Raisa. Instantly Raisa's face turned red like a tomato.

Arka managed to tease his wife. Even though her marriage to Arka has been 2 years, Raisa has not been able to get rid of her nervousness when Arka flirts.

"No!" Raisa pretended to refuse.

Arka laughed at his wife's teasing behavior. He couldn't wait to fuck his wife again and again.

"Who is that?" Arka was surprised to see a small child standing in front of their fence, even though it was late afternoon. Raisa turned her head. Curious as to who the child was.

"That's our next-door neighbor's kid. Her name is Aska. Anya and I visited her this afternoon," Raisa replied quickly. The woman stared, the little boy looked like someone.

"Hello Aska. What's wrong? Aska want to play at aunty's place?" Raisa asked, looking at the little boy.

"Yes, aunty. Aska wants to play with Anya." said Aska, who was already good at talking. The boy was very handsome.

"But it's almost afternoon, dear. Did you ask Mama for permission to go to your aunt's place?" Raisa continued to ask, making sure that the little boy didn't run away from home.

Aska just shook her head. From the look on her face, there was deep sadness on the 3-year-old's face.

"Aska! Where have you been! I've been looking for you!" A woman suddenly appeared and snapped.

"Aska's nanny, right?" asked Raisa softly.

"Yes!" The woman replied curtly. Her face was very annoyed.

"Let's go home. It's late afternoon. Don't make it hard," The woman pulled Aska's hand roughly.

"No way Sister! I don't want to go home! Sister doesn't want to play with me!" said Aska rebelliously. The little boy roared, his cheeks already flooding with tears.

"Don't fight back! I'll report you to Mummy!" The woman glared. Her eyes were sharp. Aska immediately fell silent, forced to obey.

Raisa, who saw this, felt very sorry for Aska. She was angry with the treatment of Aska's nanny who seemed impatient with a three-year-old child. Even though children of that age are growing and playing.

"Aska can play here tomorrow afternoon. Since it's already afternoon, we'll change the game tomorrow." Raisa intervened, gently rubbing Aska's head.

Aska's nanny gave Raisa an unhappy look. She immediately pulled Aska's hand away from Raisa.

"Come quickly Aska! Don't play with strangers!" the nanny said, pulling roughly on Aska's hand.

Raisa was silent, she stared at Aska's departure who looked sad.

She suddenly imagined that Anya was in the hands of a nanny. Will her child have the same fate as Aska.

"Again, prejudice. Not all caregivers are like that," Raisa regrets having been prejudiced.

Raisa hurriedly closed the gate of her house. Anya, who was in Raisa's arms, was silent as she watched Aska being scolded by the nanny.

"Are you here?" reprimanded Raisa who saw her husband on the terrace, busy with his cell phone.

"What? I was waiting for you," Arka replied hurriedly turning off the cell phone in her hand.

Raisa frowned, Arka wasn't usually that nervous.

"Let's go inside. It's almost night." Raisa didn't bother, she just thought that maybe her husband had a lot on his mind. Raisa and her husband uk entered the house.

"Honey?" called Raisa softly, as her husband sat down on the sofa.

"You know what? That was the kid in front of our fence," Raisa paused.

"Is that Aska?" asked Arka meticulously.

"Yes. Si Aska." Raisa confirmed.

"What's wrong with him?" Arka continued.

"I think the nanny who looks after Aska is really fierce. The nanny pulled Aska's hand really hard," Raisa said excitedly.

"Maybe Aska is naughty." Arka stares at her cell phone, she chooses not to be prejudiced.

"His name is also a child. That's how everything is. Especially at Aska's age." Raisa with a mother's prejudice still blamed the nanny.

"Yes, too. But what can I do? It's Aska's parents' choice." Arka said, looking at Raisa.

Raisa nodded, confirming her husband's words. After all, they were just neighbors who had just moved in.

Arka and Raisa enjoy their alone time in the darkness of the night. While deep talking about their daily lives. Arka talks about his work. Raisa talks about her daily life at home with their little daughter.

Before going to bed, as usual. Arka will kiss his beloved wife affectionately. An intimate hug always adorns their nights together.

"Honey?" called Raisa to Arka who was almost asleep.

"Why baby?" Arka hugged Raisa tightly.

"I've been feeling all over the place since this morning. Are you hiding something?" Raisa asked directly, reluctant to hide the unease in her heart.

"What does that mean?" Arka looked at Raisa. Confused by the strange question.

"Are you lying to me?" Raisa asked again. She looked into her husband's eyes. She was afraid that he was hiding something.

"No way. You understand me best, darling." Arka chuckled and gently kissed Raisa's forehead. The woman made an amused face, and again she failed to guess.

"Really? What if you're lying?" asked Raisa again. The woman didn't give up easily. Her heart told her that her husband was lying.

"Oh my God, honey. What's wrong with you, are you suspicious of me, do you think I'm cheating on you?" Arka asked back, as if accusing Raisa of prejudice.

"It's not like that. That's all right. Let's not talk about this anymore. I trust you," Raisa replied, closing her eyes. She was actually not sleepy. But the direction of the conversation with her husband was not going well.

Arka was silent. Letting go of Raisa's hug. Then turned around.

"Honey?" called Arka to Raisa.

Raisa did not respond. She was just pretending to be asleep. She was curious, as her husband had been waking up in the middle of the night for the past few days.

Arka got off the bed, the man walked out of the room. Opening the door slowly.

"What does she want to do?" Raisa's mind opened its eyes slightly, seeing Arka coming out of the room.

After Arka's departure, the woman immediately followed where the man went.

"I'm sure Arka has something to hide. It's not usually like this,"

"Then that payment paper, there's no way Arka bought it for her parents," Raisa muttered. She recalled the payment slip she had found earlier that morning. It turned out that the receipt came from a jewelry store. Raisa's heart instantly heated up. There was something her husband was hiding.

The noise of falling objects woke Arka from her deep sleep. She was startled and immediately got out of bed. Arka hurriedly looked at Anya's bed.

"Ah...thank goodness Anya ih sleeping," Arka rubbed her chest in relief.

Arka came out of the room, curious about the voice that had woken her from a deep sleep.

"This must be Raisa dropping the pot," Arka guessed to herself.

"Honey?" called Arka to Raisa.

"Ouch Arka... help!" said Raisa softly.

Arka was surprised to hear Raisa's call for help. She rushed to the direction where Raisa's voice was.

"Baby! What's wrong with you?" asked Arka with a panicked face.

Raisa collapsed on the floor, clutching her sprained foot.

"What happened to you? How did you fall like this?" Arka panicked. He immediately took his wife to the living room. He sat her on the sofa, while straightening her sprained leg.

"Ouch, it hurts!" cried Raisa in pain.

"What's wrong with you, baby?" Arka asked again.

"That, I was going to get the pot on the top shelf. I forgot that the pan was a bit heavy. Plus I was still sleepy too, so it's like this," Raisa explained while pointing at her feet.

"Honey. I told you, the kitchenware cabinet is tall. You should use a chair to get it. How many times have I told you," Arka replied with a sigh.

"Yes. Sorry." Raisa looked down sadly. Holding her bruised leg.

"Give me a hug."

Arka patted his wife's small body. He almost lost his heart, seeing his wife sitting on the floor.

"We're going to the hospital today," Arka said, looking at his wife.

"Or just a masseuse?" Arka continued.

"Just get a masseuse. It's just a sprain, so there's no need to go to the hospital," Raisa said in pain.

"Let's call the usual masseuse. Tell him to come to our house," Arka said, kissing his wife's forehead.

Raisa just nodded, she was about to get up from her seat.

"Where are you going?" asked Arka, confused by his wife.

"I haven't had time to cook. How will you have breakfast," said Raisa with a pained face.

"Look at your expression. It really hurts," said Arka, who was sensitive to the look on his wife's face. Raisa looked down sadly, feeling like she had failed as a wife.

"Don't be sad. I'll cook later." Arka came over and carried Raisa to the bed.

"Raisa better rest first. Let me clean up the house," said Arka with a sweet smile.

Raisa is once again grateful to have Arka in her life. She looked at her husband's back as he went to clean the house.

The continuous beeping of messages from Arka's cell phone disturbed Raisa who was sleeping. Raisa's sleepy eyes took Arka's cell phone, seeing who had sent the messages.

"Ouch... who would send a message this early. It's still six o'clock too." Raisa was a little annoyed.

Raisa narrowed her eyes, staring in surprise at her husband's cell phone, which had no message notifications on the lock screen. Curious, Raisa finally opened her husband's cell phone. She wasn't usually curious about her husband's cell phone, but this time she was really curious.

"Locked? How strange," Raisa thought suspiciously.

"Ah... maybe it was locked for fear of Arka's important documents being plagiarized by his friend." Trying to think positively, Raisa went back to sleep and returned Arka's cell phone to its original place.

"It's really strange that it's locked. Usually I don't," said Raisa, who was still thinking about the notification on Arka's phone.

"Ouch Raisa! Stop thinking negative thoughts. There's no way Arka has a mistress! Look at Arka, she's never changed from then until now." Raisa denied her negative thoughts. She was really distracted by the sound of the incoming message notification.

However, the mysterious payment note seemed to be the first clue to Raisa's suspicions. Until the incoming messages and her husband's cell phone that uses a password.

"Darling" Arka called his wife softly. Not forgetting the spoiled kiss he gave to his wife.

Raisa woke up from her sleep, a little startled. She wriggled her body to the right and left. Enjoying the wake-up call that felt so good.

"Ah... it hasn't been like this for a long time. Finally I can feel it again," said Raisa with her eyes still closed.

Arka smiled beside Raisa. He understood the meaning of what his wife had just said.

"Let's get a housemaid, honey," Arka said as she tucked a lock of hair behind Raisa's ear.

"Huh? What?" Raisa made a surprised face. She didn't realize that Arka was already beside Raisa.

"Since when has it been here?" asked Raisa with a puzzled look in her eyes.

"Since earlier, dear. Ever since you said...,"

"I apologize, I said something like that earlier. Next time I promise, I won't say something like that," said Raisa with her finger forming peace.

Arka laughed at the behavior of his wife who suddenly cut Arka's words. Gently, Arka pinched his wife's slightly plump cheeks.

"Honey. Didn't I just say, let's get a housemaid instead? Besides, my salary is more than enough to support you and pay the maid," Arka continued, stroking Raisa's cheek.

"Huh? Housemaid! Big no! I don't want to. I can still take care of the house, take care of you and Anya," Raisa replied, raising her voice slightly.

"But baby...,"

"No! There's no buts. If you keep looking for a housemaid. I'll find another job," Raisa threatened with a slight frown.

"That's all right. I'll cancel it and find a housekeeper."

"I'm just afraid you'll get tired." Arka tried to persuade his wife to get a maid. But Raisa was still Raisa. Once she said one thing, there was no changing it.

"You know best what my nature is like," Raisa added, looking at her husband.

"Yes, yes, dear. I'll do it," Arka said, kissing his wife.

Arka was all dressed up in her work uniform. She prepares to leave in her neat and fragrant clothes.

"Honey?" called Arka.

Raisa, who was staring at her phone, turned to look at Arka.

"Why?" asked Raisa.

"I already bathed Anya earlier. So you don't have to go anywhere first."

"At nine o'clock, the masseuse will come to the house. I also asked the masseuse to take care of you until I get home," Arka smiled.

Raisa's eyes were teary, she really didn't expect that her parents' choice was perfect. Raisa can't stop giving thanks for her life of happiness.

"It's okay. I know, you must be really tired of taking care of the house. I've only been here for a day and I already feel tired," Arka said while demonstrating her sore body.

"Thank you Arka." Raisa looked shyly at her husband.

"Alright, I'm leaving first." Arka kissed his wife's forehead, not forgetting the soft peck that landed on Raisa's forehead.

Routine as usual. Raisa did not forget to kiss her husband's hand. Likewise, Arka did not forget to kiss Raisa's forehead.

"Goodbye, dear child. I'm leaving for work first."

"Anya, don't be fussy. Mother is sick, Anya will help take care of Mother for Father," Arka said to her daughter, before leaving.

Arka held Anya in his arms, and kissed her lovingly.

Arka carried Anya in Raisa's arms. The smart Anya looked very happy when she was in her mother's arms. Anya's clear eyes with jet-black irises looked up at Raisa with hope.

"Ouch, dear Mommy. Why are you looking at me like that?" Raisa asked her daughter. Anya only responded with an excited laugh.

"This mom's child is so cute. Let's drink milk first."

"I'm leaving now." Arka picked up her briefcase. Raisa nodded, smiling warmly at Arka.

"Be careful on the road. Don't forget to pray," Raisa reminded.

"Ready my dear." Arka never fails to kiss Raisa's forehead, and Raisa never fails to kiss Arka's hand. So far, their household looks very harmonious.

"I'm sorry, I overslept last night. So what's up? Where do you want to eat lunch later?"

Arka opened her cell phone, someone had sent a message. With a smile on her face, Arka got into her car and was ready to go to work.

"At the usual place. Would you like to?"

After replying to the message, Arka drove his car. Along the way, Arka kept an eye on the flat object. He hoped that the person would reply to the message he had just sent.

Raisa stared at Arka's departure. Her husband's romantic treatment made her forget her suspicions of Arka for a moment.