A Husband's Love

That's your business

Andre was shocked and froze in place. Something she was not expecting now happened. Sinta's words were like a huge rock hitting her chest. He looked at the young woman who was bowed.

Andre moved his seat from the sofa to his chair. Narrowing his head that is not dizzy just to find the right word. Sinta is his wife, something that is natural if she is pregnant with Andre's child. But for Andre it is not. Sinta is only a mistress of his lust when he does not have a legal wife in religion and state. And Sinta will be removed not to be defended. Sinta was married in series only to avoid the sin of adultery.

Andre did not realize that his treatment of Sinta was also a sin. The poor woman cried many times in silence.

Andre was still sitting in his chair. Remembering when she last met and made love to Sinta. The suspicion that had filled his head now he regretted his stupidity. Andre remembers the last time he had sex with Sinta, Andre wasn't wearing security. At that time they did it in the kitchen of Sinta's house.

While Sinta was still silent, her heart pounded uncharacteristically waiting for Andre's reaction. The fear of Andre's rejection of her pregnancy filled Sinta's head. Sinta occasionally glanced at Andre who looked frustrated. Sinta prepared mentally whatever Andre's decision. As bad as that. A few days of thought and advice from Bella, Sinta will defend her fetus.

Realize that this room, is not the right place to discuss Sinta's pregnancy. Andre was afraid that someone would hear their conversation. Finally Andre told Sinta to wait at the gate near the campus. They'll go home together.

Seeing the frustrated look on Andre's face, Sinta concludes that Andre did not accept her pregnancy. He's waiting for an answer. But Andre told him to wait at the campus gate. Andre even forgot that Sinta brought a motorcycle to campus. Without saying goodbye the girl walked out of Andre's room. Without waiting for Andre, Sinta went home.

Andre stopped his car near the campus gate. From his car he searched for Sinta's whereabouts. The foolish man then remembered that Sinta had brought a motorbike.

Without knocking and without saying hello Andre entered the house. Sinta waited for Andre in the living room. Andre sat on the sofa opposite Sinta with the table as a barrier. They both kept quiet. Sinta waited for Andre to speak first.

"Love, I've reminded you many times not to get pregnant. Why don't you try to prevent it?. Andre spoke slowly. From her tone of speech it was clear to blame Sinta. Sinta had guessed that the question would come out of Andre's mouth. Andre even ruffled his hair after saying those words.

"This is also not what I want, this fetus is residing in my womb without permission. If he'd excuse me I wouldn't let him. What can I do?" suhut Sinta after taking a deep breath. Sinta is no longer down. It was precisely Andre now who lowered his head. Andre then rubbed his face rough.

"How old is he?"

"More than one month's worth."

"So now how are your plans?"

"What do you mean, mas?" sinta asked with a slightly raised voice.

"I mean whether you defend it or..."

"Maintaining it mas," Sinta cut quickly before Andre finished his words.

"Only a demon-hearted person would suggest that his flesh and blood be thrown away" Sinta said angrily upon hearing Andre's suggestion. Suggestions that have hidden intentions. Although it is not clear to say it, Sinta knows that what Andre wants Sinta to abort her content.

"Originally you know, I can't take full responsibility. I can only be materially responsible. And for the rest it's your business. And don't try to divulge our marriage to anyone" Andre said in a flat voice.

"Fuck you mas, savage. You think a kid just needs material?. How does your smart brain think?. What if he asks about his father?. You are too damn."

Sinta cursed Andre with a trembling voice. His eyes had already dewy and it was true that the tears had already flooded both of his cheeks. Sinta cried as much as she could. Andre's rejection of his son's candidate was the most painful thing for Sinta. Although she had initially prepared herself for the worst possible event, she was crying as well.

Somehow his heart aches now.

Seeing Sinta cry, Andre had no intention to persuade or calm down. The man remained in his seat. Andre took out an envelope from his pocket and put it on the table.

"I'm a jerk and a savage and don't deserve to be the father of the child you bear. This is for your needs," Andre said as he stood up from his seat.

"Mas, you can refuse me. But please don't reject this boy!. This is your flesh blood mas." Sinta said and pleaded with Andre to change his decision.

"I can't Sinta, I warned you from the beginning. I have a family and my wife is pregnant. I don't want your whereabouts and your pregnancy to be known to my wife and to be bad for her. Think well of what you are doing!" said Andre without thinking long, he said very make Sinta hurt.

"Okay, I will remember all your words today. And remember!. If one day you regret it, it won't mean anything else to me. Go then!. Happy your wife and your future son. I will take good care of and raise this child. About our marriage, I promise to keep my mouth shut. But believe me, if God wants this marriage that you are playing with will be revealed even though it is not from my mouth. You can also drop talaq on me today."

Sinta spoke calmly and her tears were already dry. Sinta is also ready if it has to be a widow. Why become a wife if her child is not recognized. Andre froze in his place. I don't know what he's thinking. Andre looked at Sinta who was still sitting in her place. The woman did not look down or look up. Stare straight.

"I won't regret it" Andre said confidently.

Andre passed from before Sinta and headed for the door. Right at the door Andre turned to Sinta. The mother-to-be was still as before staring straight ahead. Andre slammed the door. But Sinta did not look. After the sound of a car passed from his yard. Sinta grabbed the envelope that Andre had placed earlier and squeezed it hard. His self-esteem was as big as the material Andre gave him.

The tears were dry now without permission to re-wet her cheeks. With her head resting on the back of the sofa Sinta cried. Not crying because of his fate but the destiny of his son in the future. How would his son have a birth certificate, what if he asked about his father. Sinta kept thinking and crying. Right now he needs a backrest.

Sinta stroked her flat stomach. Even without Andre Sinta will give birth to her child without sacrificing her college. That is his promise in heart. It is up to the student to respond to her pregnancy. Sinta doesn't care. His son must be born safely.