Drunk

It was already late afternoon. But Raisa's husband hadn't come home yet. She had been holding her cell phone. She intended to call Arka, asking if he would be home soon or not. But her intention was instantly lost. Instead, Raisa thought that her husband was having an affair with his next-door neighbor.

"I think Maya is coming home too," Raisa muttered feeling sad. For some reason, the more days went by, the more Raisa's husband and neighbor's affair seemed to make her chest tighten.

A single tear escaped down Raisa's smooth cheek, "I can't take it anymore. If this continues," said Raisa, sitting on the front porch of her house.

She was still waiting for her husband to come home. In her heart, she always hoped that Arka would end his lecherous behavior soon.

"Arka. I really didn't expect you to be this kind to me."

"Where is the promise you made when we got married," Raisa murmured, adding a sob.

"Until now, I was confused. Why you chose to have an affair with Maya. Was it because she