Baby In My Husband's Hugs

Becoming suspicious

I was very suspicious, then got up and replied to the message,

(Sorry who is this?)

(This is Arsen's hape, right? I asked about my grandson Harry.)

(Your Grandchild? Why do you call our little baby a grandchild?)

(Your little baby? what mean?)

I did not understand, until I took the initiative to get out of the room and call the number via telephone.

My chest thumped while waiting for the one across there to answer the call, this self kept holding its breath and praying that what I was guessing at the moment was not real.

"Hello, Arsen, where's your baby?"

"I'm sorry my mother is his wife, whose mother is he?"

"The wife ... how is it possible? arsen's wife is my son's beauty, and she died only two weeks ago, Arsen brought my granddaughter with the intention of taking her to his mother's house, how now do you say that you are his wife?" answer the woman with a sigh.

It felt like my bones had been pulled out of my body when I heard the expression of the woman who had come out of nowhere. How could? I can't believe it.

"What does mother mean? Mas Arsen has been married to me for five years, and we have a four-year-old daughter that we love, maybe the mother of the wrong person" I said.

"You think I'm fantasizing, huh? where's the Arsen, tell me to talk to me!"

"Mas Arsen is sleeping" I replied.

"Call me, if he's been lying to me all this time, I'd better get the baby back as soon as possible, I can still feed him and keep him," she said.

Inevitably, I immediately called Mas Arsen who was fast asleep in bed, I woke him up and told him if someone wanted to talk.

"Who?" tanyanya while rubbing eyes.

"I don't know, Mom, he's looking for his granddaughter" I replied anxiously.

Hearing my answer, Mas arsen's face immediately changed.he was surprised, and as if he did not want to talk in his dress.

"Say, I can't answer the phone" he said, holding the phone in my hand.

"Why Mas? I also want to know what really happened, and who exactly was the baby?"

"This is not the time" he said, looking at me intently.

"Please tell me the truth why a woman claims that her child is your wife Mas, her name is Jelita, who is she? let's answer Mas," I asked while shaking his shoulders.

"Enough, Yasmin, don't force me to say things I can't say!"

"What hard! if you're honest, and if you don't, just say no!" I also accidentally raised my voice to him. I was annoyed mixed with wonder, until in my chest curled curiosity and anxiety.

"I married that woman! but to preserve his honor," he replied shouting.

Along with that expression, the lightning in the sky shook, slowly raining down, drenching my heart that was now ravaging. I still can't believe it, but, Mas arsen has revealed the truth.

"Why didn't you tell me before? so you actually remarried, without my permission?"

"I've explained I had to!" inflamed screams.

"Was the woman's pregnancy your doing or did you save a woman's honor from her disgrace?"

The man silences, while this self is getting more emotional and not restrained.

"Let's answer, Mommy!" insist forced.

"I don't have to answer until the moment, which is important you already know that I'm married, and the woman I married gave birth to a child who is now in our house!"

He got up and was about to get out of this room.

"Why did you leave me like this, so you think I was a woman who was easy to lie to, easy to take advantage of her kindness until you told me to take care of your baby!"

"So your mouth, I don't have any dark relations!" tuding glares.

"So this means me and Liliana?!"

"I'm forced! hi, get it, let me explain!"

"what would you like to explain, if you had originally intended to help the woman and take care of this baby, maybe I wouldn't have had a problem but because your dishonesty had made me even more suspicious."

"As far as you go!" He answered while slamming the door.

"Then what about my feelings and the feelings of Liliana Mas?"

"Shut up and let me think!"

At this point I fell limp onto the bed, I was shocked to the point of not knowing what to respond to, I could not count what kind of wound was being pierced in the chest.