Baby In My Husband's Hugs
meet the old woman
That day I tried to meet –people who were at work and some were my husband's friends, I tried to meet one by one and ask them what really happened, what my husband really did in that area and did he really cover up a woman's disgrace, and then she died.
“Please tell me the truth, what has happened, did my husband really know his late young wife then in a relationship and they married because they love each other, he said, or is there an accident that makes the woman inevitably have to be mated ?”
“Honestly I don't know, I know, Arsen just works and does his job well. Her business is relationship or not that I do not want to interfere.”
“I just want to know if my husband ever looks suspicious or not?”
“I never pay too much attention to that with details, Ma'am sorry if I can not help much Mbaknya,” replied the man while saying goodbye go.
Still not giving up I kept looking for information to the personnel section, I asked which area was the last time my husband was assigned to oversee a company project. Until I finally got the information after lobbying officers for almost an hour.
“His area is in the village Kertasari.”
“Where is that area?”
“Sorry, I can't give you more information, I'm sorry, Ma'am.” The officer shook his head.
Because I left the two children at my mother's place I finally beg him to leave to the village looking for the latest information.
Arriving in the village I immediately saw the surrounding residents where if the house of Mr. Kades was located, wanted to ask the information of the villagers with detail. When I managed to get her home address I just slid in and knocked on her door. A man came out and said hello, when I asked Mr. Kades he said that Kades was not home.
“About when did you get home, sir?” askaku.
“Maybe later Ma'am? I don't know the details.”
“Oh so yes, I want to ask where is the address of the villager who recently married a city person, and when said he died?”
“Oh, Sister Rica? He's three on RT two, Mr. Marwan's son.”
“How can I get there? Where's the road?”
“Follow aja big road Mbak, later ask the citizens, surely meet.”
“Then thank you Sir.”
“Ya, equally, Mbak.”
With a quick step I followed the road that led to the woman's house, the closer the distance the more thumping this chest, I did not know what response I would give when I got there, whether angry, sad, sad, crying hurt or something. But clearly, I wonder what he is like and how he can conquer the heart of Mas Arsen.
This heart burst its taste when it reached the gate of a house, yes, Rika's house, my honeymoon house, which has now become a house. Knock on the door and say hello, a woman answered and opened the gate.
“Excuse me, assalammualaikum, is this Mr Marwan's house?” I pretended to be friendly.
“Yes right, Ma'am, whose mak is it?”
“Uhm, may I enter, I am from the city.”
“Oh yes. Please Ma'am, sorry to forget to let the Mbak in.” The woman let out a smile, she pushed the gate wider so that I could enter their house.
“The father is there, ma'am?”
“I'll call you soon,” she replied.
As he called out to me to look into the house that looked pretty good, maybe this woman's father was a rich farmer, so that the furniture in their house partly looked expensive, just affectionate, unkempt and dusty.
“Begin Sir, my intention to come here is to talk from heart to heart to Father as parents Mbak Rika.”
Hearing my words, the two old men seemed to frown not understanding, they looked at each other and looked up at my face.
“Our son is dead. What's up, Ma'am? Does he have debt?” ask them slowly.
“Not at all, sir, there is something else I want to say,” reply me.
“What is it if I may know?”
“Mas Arsen is my husband, he married your son while still my husband, we are not divorced at all, even our household is fine. ” I replied slowly.
Hearing what I said, the middle-aged man was immediately shocked, he looked at me and his wife alternately, and still did not lose his surprise, I continued,
“That night she brought home a little baby that she thought, her late mother left on the street, then my husband fell in pity and took her as our son, but on the next day I later found out that the baby was apparently my stepson.”
“We do not know at all if Rika married her husband Mbak, we really do not know, because Nak Arsen also claimed to have no estuary and only support himself,” replied the old man.
“How could your son not know that Arsen is a married man? Never had she asked or suspected once, about her husband who rarely came and never invited her to visit relatives?”
“What should we do if he claims he has no family anymore and lives alone, how will we force him?”
“And now, it is a reality, I am here and say that Mas Arsen is my husband.”
“Then what can we do to improve the situation, sit here and regret what happened is also free, he said, what solution should we take to eliminate the shame that has been stained this?”
“Actually it's not your fault, sir, Mom, it's my fault it's my dishonest husband, if he were to be frank maybe I wouldn't be this happy, maybe my heart would try to be airy and learn to accept reality.”
“Force us Son,” said mother rika sadly.
“Then I say goodbye. Kids will be looking for me and fidgeting.”
“What ... my grandson is on you?”
“Iya.”
“Please give him back, I don't want the baby to burden you and your son to hate as if to see the shadow of our son in our grandchildren, you will definitely be jealous because he is a symbol of the fruit of your husband's love and the late Rika.”
I understood their concern, anxious that I was just a stepmother who would be the child's tormentor until she grew up. But I don't have the slightest of such evil intentions.
“No, I have no hatred with him, the wrong one is Mas Arsen, the child child is a gift that I should be grateful for,” I replied smiling faintly.
“But, please take her home, please return it, we miss her, please say hello to Arsen that ami is waiting for the baby to come back, we will take good care of our offspring child, we will, you take care of your own child!’
I don't know why I'm offended, as if I forced it to take care of the boy. They also seemed to insist, so inevitably I would talk about it to my husband.
As I was about to get out of the house, my eyes were fixed on a large photo in the living room, a photo of Mas Arsen's wedding to Rika. I was stunned for a while, staring at the golden-colored frame where the photo was clearly drawn wearing Javanese clothing, they looked harmonious, the woman was so beautiful and graceful, yes, prettier than me, she said, even very charming, it is natural that Mas Arsen fell in love and was hit once when his new wife left him forever to the lap of God.
“He's our favorite child, our only child,” said his mother stared at the photo with me.
“Sorry, if indirectly, the arrival of Mas Arsen in his life has made him snatched from Father and Mother, again I am sorry,”. Take a break, then leave.
On my way home, I got a call from my dad who was out of town to see him. Dad does have the same job as my husband, the project supervisor, but his position is higher. When I asked her why, she just said that there was something important about arsenic and a woman. Huh, does my dad know?
