ENTANGLED IN WIDOW'S PLEA
I'M SORRY MAISAROH

Maisaroh walked up to her husband, Bambang who was currently smoking his lit cigarette.. A cup of black coffee was in front of him and it might not be hot anymore. The cup of coffee was half as visible. Bambang momentarily looked at his wife's face that looked as if she was crying. Maisaroh lowered her head, reluctant to look at the face of Bambang, her husband. Maisaroh chose to sit a little far from Bambang. Bambang is now the one who relented, moved to sit near his wife while carrying his ashtray because his cigarette had not run out he smoked.

" I'm sorry, Maisaroh! I'm khilaf!" bambang's mouth just slid. Maisaroh looked up his head to look at Bambang's face.

" Kilafs? You said kilaf, mas?" sahut Maisaroh's. Bambang now holds both shoulders of Maisaroh.

" It's all happened, Maisaroh. I should how? I can only apologize to you, Maisaroh. Everything just happens. At first I caught a cold and Herlina came to this house to borrow money from me a million. Somehow Herlina offered to me to get scraped and gnawed. I gladly accept it because I can not stand my body that feels crumpled and all. But I don't know which demon possessed us. We finally did that." Bambang's story. Maisaroh cried like a child, roaring. I couldn't bear to hear all the stories from her husband.

" You're enjoying it, right? Surely after this you become addicted." said Maisaroh.

" Eh, of course not Maisaroh! It's better to play odong-odong with you" said Bambang.

" God! I can't believe it!" sahut Maisaroh with sobbing cry.

" Already, you must believe I am Maisaroh. You are still my wife. I will not leave you." said Bambang.

" I'm the one who wants to leave you! Anyway I asked for a divorce!"Maisaroh. Bambang prostrated at the foot of Maisaroh.

" Don't Maisaroh, I love you. You don't ask for a divorce from me." said Bambang.

" No want! You've been evil and made me hurt. Tomorrow I'm going back to Surabaya. I'll take care of everything, we're divorced. Point!" maiaroh said with emotion. Her tears are still pouring. Bambang hugged two legs belonging to Maisaroh. Of course Bambang did something so that Maisaroh could melt against him.

" I still love and love you, Maisaroh!" bambang said with glazed eyes. Bambang this time really humbled himself in front of his wife. In fact, he is the one guilty in this case. Bambang was unable to resist the seduction of the beautiful widow and her neighbor.

" Okay, I'm sorry you're Bambang!" Maisaroh. Bambang smiled little hearing it.

" But remember, if you make the same mistake, I'm going to sue for divorce with you, mas!" maisaroh.

" Thank you Maisaroh! I promise to be a good husband according to what you want." promised Bambang. Maisaroh considered her husband's two shoulders to stand up and sit back down. Bambang sat back in his chair and looked at his wife.

" So, you have a million in your money lent to Herlina?" ask Maisaroh. If Maisaroh money business will definitely remember. Bambang nodded quickly.

" good! Tomorrow I'll ask him to return." said Maisaroh.

" No, baby! Leave it! I don't want you to fuss anymore with Herlina. Later if people know good names I will also be smeared. And you too are ashamed" said Bambang. Maisaroh pursed his lips.

" Oh, let's just say it!" sahut Maisaroh's. Bambang smiled with relief.

" You are a good wife and a good woman." Bambang Sahut. Bambang pulled Maisaroh's hand into the room. After a long time, a discordant voice sounded from inside the room.