Baby In My Husband's Hugs

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My chest still my heart stopped beating as my breath also gasped at the cry of Mas Arsenic to me.

What she said just now, it would be this insecure if the baby was her child. No way, he's my husband's son! While he has never been anywhere but in this house with us, his activities other than in the office and fulfilling tasks that he never had much longer to do.

"Just tell me the truth, whose baby is that?" I chased Mas arsen into the room to ask and make sure while hoping that the speech was just an emotion.

"Tell me the truth, Mas, that you're just joking with me" I asked in a choked voice almost crying.

"It's just that I say it, when you don't believe what I'm saying!" He stood there and did not respond to my embrace or touch.

"I beg Mas, I beg .. I will not be able to accept if you ever have a relationship and have children from other women besides me.  Tell me the truth Mas, that it's not true, it's not true ..." I cried while tugging at my husband's shirt.

He held both of my arms and shook them and said,

"Who do you believe in yourself? how can you not trust me?"

"I'm just afraid Mas, I'm afraid of losing and I'm afraid of facing the harsh reality."

"What do you believe then that's the reality, if you want to part with me then I won't prevent you!"

Like lightning in broad daylight I seemed to gasp with an answer that so melted and tore my soul. I fell down, sat at his feet, I limp in hearing it.

"What's? what did Mas say? would Mas prefer that baby over me and Liliana?"

"The baby is a trust for me as well as you and Liliana, but you two have a choice! You can endure or do what you want, whereas I, I won't be able to just leave him alone because in this world he has no one," replied my husband with a cold gaze.

"I have to how Mas?" I said softly while shedding tears.

"If you love me, then accept my decision and take care of this baby like your son, otherwise make your own decision."

"I just want to know, this baby whose child and from where, Mas, that's it," I said.

"You don't need to know, just follow my directions and we'll be fine" he said.

Why is Mas Arsen so adamant about hiding this baby's background, the more insisting he's the more suspicious he is about his lies.

"Is he a child of illicit relations?" askaku.

"So your mouth is Yasmin, this baby is innocent, I'm going to go to another room, I'm going to calm down and you just think about what you're going to do!" She grabbed the baby and moved to a special guest room and closed the door.

My husband doesn't look like him, he's a stranger! The look in his eyes, the touch and the way he spoke was extremely cold. He's not my husband!

"Mother ... Father ... Why fight? Lili was afraid," said my son with a trembling tone.

"Well, honey, we're just talking" entertain me.

"Mother doesn't know baby, maybe dad wants to hold baby sister first, let baby bobo."

I also grabbed him and hugged him.

"Later if my sister is asleep I also want to be carried by my father, because since last night, my father has not been fat and hug the lilies," he whispered.

My tears were unraveling, my soul was torn and my heart was wounded, this mind as if it was dangling over a huge wave that was crashing. There's a big confusion that I'm hard to solve, there's an obscurity that would threaten the harmony of this household, and it's all rooted in that baby. Now that I hate that boy, I hate where he comes from and all about him I hate his cries that have stolen my husband's attention, I hate them all! 

My son should be neglected only because of a child whose origins are unclear.

Gts ... Gts ...

Kugedor room where Mas Arsen is.

"You want what you? I said I wanted to calm myself down, didn't you hear?!" His eyes were sharp and looked very angry.

"That kid has stolen your attention, that my real son you haven't cared about since last night, I don't like that, Mas. It's not fair to us."

"You don't see that the baby can't take care of itself if it's not taken care of, if Liliana asks for something then embrace her, because you're her mother!"

"You are also his father!" my yells fierce.

"Shut up! My baby's sleeping."

Her baby? What baby? No. I misheard, no way.

"What are you saying, Mom."

"If you continue to trigger arguments then I will leave this house" he threatened.

"Why?! Are you willing to lose your family?!"

"I've lost, and don't add salt to my wounds!  Getaway!" He went on a rampage and threw his phone to pieces in front of me.

"Astaghfirullah ... Mas Arsen's. What wounds do you mean?"

"You did interfere too much" he sighed as he pushed my body and closed the door again.

"Mas ... Mum ...." I called but he didn't heed.

This heart is in pieces right now. Other than tears in Liliana what do I have? Where I am going, I need to end this household. When I find it hard to tell the truth, should I survive being pricked by a thorn?