I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

Any Other Women?

"I came home late, meeting" Mas Bayu told from the end of the phone line

"Oooh, another meeting? not usually every day"

"I'm in a hurry, Assalamu'alaikum" My husband interrupted the conversation before I finished my speech.

lirih I answered the greetings from Mas Bayu. My husband's been coming home late this week. Is there a meting every day? How do I find out if he's really meting.

I sat at the dining table holding my chin up, looking at the cooking at the table that I had worked so hard to prepare. My son had finished eating earlier, he had gone into his room and slept. I still hold my own hunger, want to accompany my husband to eat after work as usual.

Now my appetite is gone, vanished with curiosity in the unusual busyness of Mas Bayu. Should I suspect? I took a deep breath and then I exhaled slowly. We have always believed in each other. But, I feel like this time it's really not as usual. Go home late at night for the reason of meting.

I went to my room and sat down at the dresser and looked at myself in front of the mirror. Remembering the last time Mas Bayu praised me, I can't remember. Maybe my husband is getting used to me. Or there's another woman among us.

I calm my heart, start thinking clearly in order to find out the truth about Mas Bayu's busy lately. Should I ask a co-worker or I ask my husband's teammate's wife. Just to make sure what her husband is meting too? But it feels like it is too suspicious. But I have to put up with it because I don't want to be too suspicious.

Eemmm.. I think the cause of my husband's late-night home was because of the incident a week ago. Mas Bayu was so upset with me that he thought he was no longer able to compensate for his insight of knowledge and thought.

"Well cool, this is suitable for future investment" Mas Bayu showed me a news on the page of an online business magazine on his mobile phone.

We were ready to go to sleep at that time. I tried to read along, though I did not understand the meaning of the news yet but I smiled. "Yes the world is indeed getting more advanced and growing" I replied with difficulty choosing a good word in my opinion.

"Yes, lucky humans whose brains continue to be forged by following technological developments. Not like you, invited to chat like to talk, I talk this you answer it" Mas Bayu grabbed his phone quickly from in front of me.

I was surprised, so in his eyes now I am not a friend to have an interesting discussion again? There is sadness in my heart, am I really not as smart as I was in the early days of marriage? I'm preoccupied with the routine of homework and taking care of family. It is only natural that if there is no more time to digest the latest news and technology in the online world, I defend myself in my heart.

" Women are more interesting if smart, you do not be lazy to read even if it is just online news dong" Mas Bayu again uttered words that cornered me.

Although it feels like to reply to his words fiercely, but I am still trying to hold back. Do not want to be ignited emotions even though it has exploded in my chest.

"Mas .my time is up enough with homework, taking care of your children, serving you and also serving my mother" I pressed my voice as slowly as possible so as not to explode carried away with annoyance and disappointment.

The stern-headed man with sharp eyes pulled his body back from my side. We who were huddled in the bed are now spaced apart. Moved the bolster from behind his back and put it between us. While looking hard at me.

"You chose to take care of this house by yourself, I never asked. Child is grown do not be made an excuse, there is no way he can trouble you! Mom doesn't fuss about her either. You're the one who's lazy to look for insight and knowledge" Mas Bayu broke my answer.

It feels pointless to argue that my husband has judged me that way. I didn't answer, got out of bed and picked up a negligee from the closet. I stepped foot into the bathroom in the corner.

"What are you doing, Hani?" He stopped my steps.

I swung my legs in the bathroom, completely changed my negligence rinsing off the scent of perfume I had applied to my body with soap and tied back my hair.

Mas Bayu looked at me who had incarnated similar while cooking in the kitchen. He said no more just looking at me with a huff. Drawn roll Then hugged him while closing his eyes. I don't care about his attitude anymore. Maybe my attitude was wrong, but my husband also unfairly judged me.

That night, could that be why my husband refused to spend the night at home with me? or maybe he was taking some distance to calm down? I look back at myself in the mirror. I am still beautiful even though my skin is not as firm as it used to be.

It's really my physical no longer interesting if the contents of my brain are not as smart as before. But why only now Mas Bayu said it. All this time I was like this and my husband never considered it as a form of my deficiency.

There may be other women who begin to attract her heart at a mature age. A woman who is not only beautiful but also smart maybe. The theme in the office or a new figure of his business. A flurry of heartbreaking guesses. I need to find out soon enough.

Moments of time seemed to be going so slowly. I fight against drowsiness waiting for the return of Mas Bayu. I sat in the living room chair trying to calm my mind. I hope my mother-in-law doesn't wake up and realize the lights are still on.

it's past midnight finally my wait is over, Mas Bayu came home. He was surprised to find you still awake waiting for him in the living room.

"Sari, you haven't slept?" Nervous ask.

"Yet. I want to make sure Mas is healthy and well working until late midnight every day" I replied gently.

His face did not look tired like a person had finished meting. It just looks radiant like a person who has just experienced something happy. It's worth suspecting, isn't it?. If he is really meting, his work discussion program and smooth team are only natural. If he doesn't meet, what makes him look happy?.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, you're exaggerating. It's fast to sleep, it's gonna catch a cold" in his hand with nervousness, he's like he's guilty of me. I don't know if I feel suspicious.

Kuraih briefcase from the grasp of Mas Bayu, he smiled warmly. still look fit even though it was late at night.

Mas Bayu grabbed my shoulder towards the room. I breathed a sigh of relief, Mas Bayu was being friendly to me again. Tonight I'm going to re-warm our bed that's been cold for a few days.

"It's smooth, Mas?" tanyaku.

*All smoothly, Dini is indeed extraordinary" Mas Bayu replied with sparkling. But he became nervous. He quickly said again "I mean, Dini is leading the meting very well"

"I just heard that name, who's Dini?" manya suspect.

Mas Bayu stammered, his face decorated then hurriedly hugged me warmly.

I closed my eyes, holding my heart back, as the pain whipped in the deepest recesses of my heart. Is there really another woman present at our wedding that I thought was okay?.