I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

THE HEARTBREAK MY HUSBAND GAVE MY PURTA

"Mas, you are so outrageous! Ignoring your son to be alone with Dini." I told Mas Bayu, I called him right then and there after I heard my son's disappointment.

I pulled over to the back corner of the chrysanthemum chicken booth as my son began to enjoy his meal, impatiently waiting until me and Mas Bayu met at home later.

Hearing Fahmi's hatred for his father after seeing Mas Bayu's intimacy with other women besides his mother earlier, can not make me hold back again.

"Geez, I forgot to pick up Fahmi. You've already picked it up, haven't you? I have unresolved work so ngak inget" he replied stammering.

"Work you say? What kind of work are you doing in the mall, huh?" snapped me sharply.

"What are you talking about? Mas Bayu berkilah.

"I'll send you a photo, from Fahmi's phone. He took the picture of you two earlier. Your picture and that woman!"

I hung up the phone call closing my eyes for a moment to overcome the pain of my heart that was slashed by the betrayal of Mas Bayu. I look at Fahmi from a distance, Fahmi looks not so enjoy the food, his face looks a little grim, his heart must not be willing to see me duaed by his father.

My phone rang, Mas Bayu apparently immediately called back.

"You're at the mall right now? Which side?" his words with a trembling voice, I'm sure his heart is not calm at this moment thinking about Fahmi's feelings.

The man who was forgetting his wife, sounded so anxious after knowing his son had caught himself alone with Dini.

"Just enjoy your company with a woman of love, no need to worry about us!" I said fierce.

"Speak my apologies to Fahmi, please, Hani," pinta Mas Bayu pleaded.

"For what reason have you not paid attention to his affairs. Are you ready to lose both of us? All right if that's what you want!" threaten me not to know again with my husband's request.

Quickly I close the phone and I turn off the phone, no longer want Mas Bayu to call to play the word. I approached Fahmi again, invited him to joke while enjoying food, encouraging him to be ignored by his father.

I glanced at my wrist watch, soon dusk. I also invited Fahmi to come home and promised to take him away to buy his favorite food again at a later time.

"Mother, when I'm home, I don't want to see you yet. I'm still upset please forbid dad from seeing me." Fahmi said to me on the way home from the mall, he was really not willing to see his father along with other women.

"You can't do that, no matter how much you love me, just this time it's busy." I try to ease his frustration.

I drove the car with the pain in my chest. Feeling so sad, I have failed to become a wife who can keep my husband faithful to our wedding vows. Now, my son has to see the bad things that made him harbor hatred for his father. What I fear, if the incident in the mall will later become a trauma that is stored in his memory. I hope my son will be okay.

What am I supposed to do now? Improving my quality as a wife and an aged woman? But how much lack of me? All this time I have been struggling to take care of my baby and the whole house with all my soul, serving my husband as well as possible and being a daughter-in-law who patiently takes care of my in-laws needs. What less am I? My heart was anxious to ask itself.

"Our mother went the wrong way!' fahmi cried out to disperse the self-contention that was flogging in my heart.

"Huh? Oh yeah, we should have turned right earlier, yeah. Why are you straight." I said when I realized my negligence in driving.

Fahmi looked at me in wonder, it seemed like he realized that his mother was thinking so much that she no longer paid attention to the road.

"We stop and do nothing, too. If you are thirsty you can drink first." Fahmi full of love to me.

I smiled and held warm circles in my eyes, my son was so attentive. I pulled the car over the shoulder of a rather quiet road. Look around the road looking for an alternative way to turn back towards the way home.

"Sorry, yeah. Mother had forgotten her turn so late. We can turn around in front of there. You guys can't wait to get home?" I asked with a funny face and tried to stain my heart.

"I want a driving course? my height was enough to see the road from behind the steering wheel. So later I can replace the mother if again tired nyetir." pinta Fahmi suddenly without guess will desire that far, make my eyes again glazed to hold haru.

"Eeem, Fahmi isn't seventeen yet. There are only two years left to learn driving. Although he was tall but his age was not enough. Okay?" lirihku softly.

As much as I held the novelty in my heart when I saw the true desire of my son to be the place where I leaned, replacing his father who should be the crutch to my predicament.

****

It was past nine in the evening, but Mas Bayu had not yet returned home. Restlessly, I sharpened my hearing hoping to hear the roar of my husband's car entering the courtyard.

Fahmi and I have arrived at home, coming home from the mall we visited three hours ago. Then where else did Mas Bayu end from the mall? Wonderful! Why didn't he go straight home despite knowing his son was upset to see his behavior making out in a public place with Dini?

The shadow of Mas Bayu and Dini two adult humans who were in a drunken romance was immediately revealed in my thoughts. Bad thoughts can not be resolved, guessing if the two people are spending this night together, somewhere they. I was breathing out.

Tired of waiting for my husband to come, I sat leaning against my bed, bent my legs, and buried my head between my knees in the silence of the night. It's painful to feel in the haunt of suspicion and the shadow of the people closest to me being with other women. Until when will I be friends with this bitter taste.

I grabbed my phone. It was like to immediately call Mas Bayu and ask him why he had not come home, but the plagues in my heart made my desire to return disappear. Let my husband go home of his own free will, when he's satisfied with the woman out there. Am I wrong to choose to behave like that? I was restless staring at myself.