For the Love of

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I smiled when I saw my kids playing. After the cry this morning, I had to rack my brain to give the kids a good reason. Because they keep asking me why I'm crying.

Ah, if only they knew that all this was because of his father, what would their response be? Will they still be close to the man they call Dad? I don't know, but for sure, no matter how I won't tell them all this. Or to my family, his family, or even to Mas Aji himself.

Let everything look normal. At least for now I'll shut up.

"Mother, when will you be home?" ask Zayn. My first 7-year-old.

Kulik's watch, it's 5 p.m. Mas Aji usually comes home. But now? Where the hell is he going? Is there any office business? Or, the affair with his affair named Chintya is still not finished?

I sighed, smiling at the firstborn. Trying to give him understanding. "Maybe in a minute, brother. Patience first, will you?"

Zayn looked small. I see his eyes implying a great longing. Lately, his father has always been busy. Either busy with office business, or even busy with the bad woman.

So bad is the effect of this third person. To the point that my children and I were almost abandoned. Unconcerned.

Shortly after, the sound of someone's greeting sounded from the main door.

Mas Aji has come home. Without a second thought, the children approached him.

There was Zayn who immediately hugged him. There was Aksa who was struggling on his feet. There was Natasya who reached out asking to be carried.

Yeah, well, unfortunately, Mas, they're against you. Every time they ask about you. Whatever it is. When's Dad coming home? What's dad again? Did dad eat?

In fact, you often ignore them lately. And more fun with your fucking phone. The phone that connected you to the seductress Cynthia.

"They'll be later, huh? His father had to take a shower first" I said after approaching the four of them.

My two sons according. In contrast to Natasya, who looked sullen.

"His father took a shower, huh, Dek? Later Dad carried on again, we continued to play together," said Mas Aji persuaded.

I also tried to persuade him in some way. And until he finally complies.

I let them play again with my house assistant Bi Lastri.

Then I approached my husband, followed him into the room. Continuing my duties as a wife. Everything seems normal, there's no guilty look on your face. Even with me, there is no sadness.

When Mas Aji went into the bathroom, I grabbed his shirt that he was wearing and I was going to wash it. I laughed grimly as I found the fragrant female parfume on her shirt. Always like this.

Up until 10 minutes later, I was still in the room in the shirt I was still holding.

"Hey," Mas Aji's voice broke my daydream.

I flinched, looking at Mas Aji who was already standing before me. I hurriedly wiped away the remaining tears left on my cheeks.

"Eh, Mum. These clothes" I said, handing over the clothes I had prepared. I hope you don't suspect what I just felt.

But, Mas Aji seemed unconcerned. Still staring at me.

I try to turn my face away, so that my eyes do not look into his eyes. Eyes that are making me sick.

"Why you?" mas Aji asked as he held onto my chin, directing him to look at her.

As much as possible I hold back the tears that will come out. Damn, I'm still me. An ordinary human, a woman who would be crybaby if faced with a problem like this.

I cried sobbing. And Mas Aji instantly pulled my body into his arms. It is still as warm as it used to be. Deck that since long ago was able to give me comfort and tranquility when I was hit by the turmoil.

"Sstt, why cry, baby?" tanyanya gently.

His words and his gentle rubbing on my head made me sob.

"What's the problem, hm? Who made you cry?"

I smiled miris. If only I could tell you that what made me this way was you, Mas. You are!

In fact, I can only shake a little. "It's okay, Mum."

After that your embrace slipped. Mas Aji looked at me with his hands cupping my face.

"Don't cry anymore whatever the reason, huh? Yeah, we'll see the kids again, yuk." Mas Aji then passed from before me.

That's how he is now, being indifferent, cold and being insensitive.

I wanted to scream in front of her face and say, "I know everything. I know you cheated." Unfortunately, it's not all that easy as I thought.