Husband Crazy. (Sad Hurt)

Chapter 23. Honey, Mario, and the Bitter Reality.

POV

It's been three months my household's third-person presence. Change is beginning to feel. Mas Restu has not spent two months with me. I was sure that gradually the feelings of Mas Restu would change.

Tonight Mas Restu asked me to attend his friend's wedding. I guess it's just the two of me, but it's not. When I got down from the top floor, I already found Madam Keny who was holding the arm of Mas Restu.

I sit in the back seat. I was eliminated again. The chair that I used to sit in every trip now is no longer the one that sits in it. I don't mind that, Mas Restu also seems indifferent to what the net sees.

Mas Restu looked back, "Let's Rain come down." He said, smiling and opening the car door.

Of the many people who were in the ballroom, maybe there were some friends of Mas Restu who recognized me. Also, a look of pity began to envelop me. Just imagine, I prefer to walk behind Mas Restu and Ms. Keny.

Me, Ms. Keny, and also Mas Restu were sitting talking to one of the invited guests. One of them looked at me strangely. Maybe they've met me or they even recognize me.

"Who is this veiled woman, Mr Restu? it seems that I am no stranger" asked one of Mas Restu's friends.

Then Mas Restu felt clumsy, he did not immediately answer, instead he looked at me. Maybe Mas Restu asked what the right answer to throw

"This is my cousin's sister." Madam Keny lied while rubbing my back.

"Didn't Mr. Restu's wife wear a headscarf, huh?"

"Yes, I used to be hijab-wearing. But now I am pregnant, so I take off my hijab. Maybe this is the wish of our future son."

That's hypocritical of you, ma'am.

I was expecting that Mas Restu would not deny Keny's reply. I just smile. Not wanting to make Mas Restu's happiness disappear. But it was as if a flash of lightning had struck my chest, Oh Allah, it hurts so much. Shit is not bad. And my eyes, now begin to glaze over.

"I go to the toilet first, Mas," I told Mas Restu.

I realized it was like someone was watching me. I looked back, but I saw no one. Never mind I don't care. My pain is greater than this fear.

I deliberately did not mind the matter earlier, I just did not want if Mas Restu's disgrace to sound into someone else's ears. Does not cover the disgrace of fellow Muslims is our duty. Especially this is my husband. No matter how bad Mas Restu is, he is still my husband, my paradise is there. I can't possibly fight it, I don't want to be an ungodly wife.

I think it's been over twenty minutes in the toilet. I decided to go back, but I didn't find Mas Restu and Madam Keny.

Some of the guests have already gone home. Curlicous watch that coils around the wrist. Apparently it's ten in the night.

When my hand was looking for a green app, my phone suddenly went off. I remember one thing, that I forgot this phone.

Inevitably I had to walk, coincidentally the bus stop was not too far from here. The night is getting late, the night air is also not friendly. I put my head up, I found no stars or moons. I'll make sure it rains soon.

I feel overwhelmed when no bus is passing. The clock also showed at eleven o'clock in the evening. I saw a car pull over me, fear began to envelop me. I'm afraid that if it's a bad guy, or I don't know, I can't see what happens next my body has collapsed.

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"Who is that woman? Why does she feel so familiar with him?"

"He's Rain that I told eight years ago, Mamah. And that picture I always use as wallpaper."

"Oh Lord! Did ya? She's so pretty. Mama wants to see him."

"Don't, Mah. Let him rest."

I tried to get up, but my body was completely limp, and then I heard footsteps that seemed to be heading this way.

"Old man, have you realized?"

I recognize that voice and that name. But who is that young man? Then, why is his hat the same as the young man who was in the store last week?

"You ... You who?"

The figure was silent, it began to approach me. After getting closer, the young man opened his hat. And is it really what I see now?

"Mario?"

"You still know me, Rain?"

"What are you doing, Yo? Why am I here? Please take me home, "I'll clear. I'm afraid of things happening that I don't want.

"Calm down, Rain. I won't touch you" he said.

"Every night at about eleven, you passed out at the stop. And I brought you here. Because I don't know your home address."

"Where do you know all that?"

"I'm sorry. Because at the party, I was following you."

"I thank you, Yo. Because you helped me. But I have to go home right now. My husband must have been waiting."

"Why do you still call Restu a husband after what He did to you, Rain?"

"Sorry, Mario. You don't need to know. This is my household business."

Then I got up from that place, I saw time already showing at three in the morning. That's a sign that I haven't been home for more than an hour.

By the time I got up and took off my blanket, I was shocked to see the clothes I was wearing. Why did my game change? And hijab? Astarghfirullah's. If Mario is replacing this outfit, that means ...?

"Don't have a dirty mind. I asked my housekeeper to change your clothes and veil."

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"Stop in that alley. I don't want people who see this to be ghibah¹."

"All right."

I went down and walked towards the gate of my house. After arriving upstairs, I found Mas Restu sleeping in our room. I looked at his face, so handsome and soothe my husband's face. But now, he's not entirely mine.

According to language is gossiping. While according to the term, ghibah is to talk about the ugliness and shortcomings of others with the intention of finding faults, both physical, qgama, moral and wealth.

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