Two Love's
The revelation of lies

The revelation of lies

Chapter 1

The sky is back cloudy. No more light. Only thunderbolts struck each other. I shed my tears between the raindrops that began to fall. 

        This is not the first time, the same pain, the same kind of pain, has ever broken my heart. 

My husband did it again, even though 6 months ago, he apologized and promised not to repeat. 

The pain has just healed. But he re-tears the same wound. 

I still remember very clearly, that day, when the affair Iqbal mas exposed in front of my own eyes. 

That day, I who had smelled the aroma of misappropriation mas Iqbal, continued to monitor the phone secretly, although of course I was quite difficult, because not a second.  That husband of mine, left his car lying around. 

It's just a strong feeling for a wife, when I get to see a number with a profile picture of a beautiful, pink-hooded woman. I felt uncomfortable, even though Iqbal had introduced the woman to me first, a woman named Sarah, a childhood friend of Iqbal who was beautiful and widowed since 2 years ago. 

Sure enough, I was surprised to see the contents of their chat. A conversation that is not worth two humans who are not mahrams. There are calls of love, love, even calls to sleep together. 

My heart was hot. Blood boils. I put down my husband's device which he left lying around in the shower. 

My eyes were glazed over, my tears were rushing to get out of the nest. But I held back with all my might, so that I wouldn't look weak. If Iqbal saw my attitude change, I wouldn't be able to expose his affair. 

Hearing the sound of the bathroom door algae playing, I rushed out of the room. My heart has not been able to withstand the fiery turmoil burning in my heart. I left my husband's device in exactly the same position I had taken it. 

In the kitchen, while pouring hot water into the cup I had filled with coffee and sugar, my tears melted. Whether mas Iqbal did have a special relationship with the woman, or just a flirtation and joke of a man on a beautiful widow alone. But my heart still burns with jealousy. Injured and disappointed. Moreover, I see, many call notifications between them, in certain hours that there is no me next to the husband. In the morning, maybe in between jobs mas Iqbal, also in the middle of the night. Perhaps that is why my husband was so often out at night, or sometimes alone in the corner of the park, with his car, until late at night. 

"oh, how steadfast Iqbal was to me, "my murmur was soft. I wiped away the tears that started flooding my cheeks. 

I walked away, into our son's room, Alif. Alifku was asleep, I kissed his forehead and cheeks. 

"i can't suudzon just yet, Iqbal likes to joke around, but, I know, he's a loyal husband. The father in charge. "my inner self casts away doubts. 

I started turning on the phone. Looking for a name that has always been my best friend, which has always been a place to confide, and finding solutions to the problems I face. It's us, my best friend since High School, that I started calling her, telling her what I just knew. My tears are boiling, feeling the pain in my heart. 

Just a few minutes, We replied to my chat, he looked very surprised. 

'no, no. This is impossible! Mas Iqbal is silly, but I know he's a good man and won't do anything behind your back, Zif, ' so his reply was disbelief. 

I explained in detail, including my strong feelings of believing there was something wrong behind me. It's the feeling of a wife, I've never felt this before. 

' well, if you really feel that something is not right with your husband, just keep an eye on his movements, look for opportunities to see his phone. I hope your suspicions are not true. Call me if you need anything, yeah. '

I deleted our conversation. Don't want if Iqbal finds out, I kissed him. I need to be able to gather evidence first. In order not to impress suudhon, and can really dismantle the deeds of serong mas Iqbal. 

The clock showed at 11pm, I went back to my room before fixing Alif's blanket. Before going to the room, I had a chance to see Iqbal mas sitting in the corner of the front garden chair of the house. I watched him from a distance. It looks like Iqbal is busy making video calls, no matter who. My suspicions are getting stronger. I don't know why I feel so sure, he's talking to Sarah. 

I turned the body around, and passed away going to the room, turning off the living room lights and the living room. I shed my tears under my pillow. Jealousy mixed with the piercing wounds of my heart. How could Iqbal spend time talking to other people out there, while I was his wife, just left alone in the room. Not just a day or two, this is almost every day done mas Iqbal. Before I thought, Iqbal mas only saturated because it has been working all day, I tried to understand if my husband needed a new atmosphere, or want to break with his friend. Iqbal was busy with other women. 

Tears make my pillow wet. I took off the pillowcase and replaced it, so Iqbal wouldn't be suspicious. I have to pretend I'm okay. Although the explosion after blast in my heart destroyed my defense as a wife. 

The hour hand kept turning, it felt very slow to me, because Iqbal didn't come in and sleep next to me. It means he's probably still so engrossed in breaking into Sarah. 4-child widow who is much prettier than me. Ah, again, my heart was burning with jealousy, remembering the contents of my husband's chat with her. Tough and smooth. My husband doesn't usually behave like this. Of course, it invites suspicion on my heart as a wife. 

I try to close my eyes, at least I want to sleep and for a moment forget what I found earlier, but I can't. I was just pretending to sleep. 

Mas Iqbal entered the room, right at 12. He very carefully laid his body against me. I feel so sick of it. I want to expose this truth immediately.