I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

THE GLOOMY OF THE TWILIGHT

Like losing patience, I spurred my car a little faster, wanted to quickly arrive at Fahmi's school.

The road is quite crowded, this afternoon everyone seems to drive vehicles want to precede each other to be able to get to the destination to meet their loved ones. I too, want to see my son again soon.

The woman he said Mas Bayu loved so much in the past before meeting me, why should he appear now when our household should be filled with warmth. His presence was like sweeping away all the goodness that was in me, so that there was no longer the slightest bit of sacrifice in the eyes of Mas Bayu to be a reason loyal to me.

"So Dad came here to pick me up, but when I want to call mommy, my phone's battery dropped. Did you call?" Fahmi ran up to me, as soon as he saw me arrive.

"Yes, I said you wanted to take the restaurant, but which restaurant?" I said I was nervous, wanted me to run over the two men because they were harassing my son.

"I know the restaurant, Dad had me to come but I still didn't want to. There's that aunt so I'm lazy. I also told you that mom would pick me up, then leave? fahmi grumbled with annoyance.

I looked at Fahmi with the nelangsa, he was so on my side, at his age he would have been able to read what would happen in the marriage of his father and his mother.

Without wasting any time, Fahmi got in the car, asking me to a Korean menu restaurant in the middle of the city. A considerable distance did not dampen our desire to warn them.

Fahmi doesn't say much, he watches the streets as if making sure my fast vehicle is still in a safe situation. Sometimes he forbids me from overtaking, sometimes he asks me to go ahead of a slow vehicle in front of us. My son really wanted to take care of me, my heart moved to him.

"Thank you, yes, my son has been obedient to my mother's message" I said as I almost reached the restaurant we were going to.

Fahmi smiled warmly, looking at me pity.

"I actually want to be angry with my father, but afraid that later the mother who was angry back with my father"

"Well, do you understand what happened between my father and my mother?" tanyaku.

"Understand me bun. I've been going to High School, I know you like that woman, so mean Auntie Dini"

I frowned, Fahmi thinks his father is still a good person? So he felt Dini who snatched Mas Bayu from us. Ah, of course so, the children must love their father and think that the wicked woman had flirted first. Either I should feel grateful or not if in fact my son can still appreciate the father a little.

"Mothers are sure to meet them, or we can just go home and leave father" Fahmi said as if he was worried about my feelings.

"Let mothers seek their own?" shirihku.

"I'm helping you find them?" fahmi said she was still worried about me.

My son nodded confidently. But my little heart forbid, it would not be nice if Fahmi to say rude to his father or to the woman, if Fahmi met them first without me being accompanied to remind him to remain polite.

"Later to see from far away. Giman?" much

"Alright" Fahmi nodded then led me tightly into the restaurant.

We circulated the view, the twilight wind felt piercing the skin in the restaurant nuanced open with small gazebos for the privacy of each visitor, driving away the cold I immediately speed up the step.

I looked one by one at the visitors sitting in each gazebo, until a voice could be heard calling my name out loud.

"Mom Hani"

i'm turning. Seemed by me a beautiful woman, tall as high as a pointy chin, wearing a tight blouse that shows the curves of the body, smiling puffing my chest down.

"You want to join us? It just happened that the order was delivered because of a lot of visitors. There's still time to order again and we're eating together." He said with his bow.

"Which side?" tanyaku brief.

Dini pointed at our right side, Fahmi approached her father. Standing from inside the gazebo, the floating smile made me shiver, it seemed like Dini had managed to take her heart until she rejoiced to be here. I approached Dini by continuing to look at her from her toes to her head.

"In the meantime, we need to talk to each other first" I said.

"here? it's in the middle of the road. We talked in the gazebo only when I buy food," said Dini, he flicked his hands, still in his arrogant style.

"On the toilet. It's more appropriate to talk about someone's ugliness" I replied fiercely as I pulled the woman's hand towards the toilet.

Dini tried to take her hand out of my grasp. But I gave no room to fight, until the woman was forced to follow my steps.

The melodious strains of instrumental music could not soften my wounded heart. I don't care about the gazes of those who see me forcefully pulling Dini with me until the woman enters the woman's toilet.

"You can approach my husband, as you please. But don't expect to take my children's hearts, they're mine. What about Bayu? I'm not interested in having it, just take it and take it away from us." I whispered loudly in Dini's ear, lighting the water faucet in the sink.

Dini's face hardened, she stomped at my hand that was still holding her. Hurriedly wash both hands without answering my words.

"You know Mas Bayu is just curious to have you, that makes him forget his son and wife. After he lives life with you later, he will regret it turns out that being with you is not as happy as he thought. Rest assured it will be like that." I said again.

Dini straightened her body after drying both her wet hands in the dryer and then chimed in my words. "Oh, huh? It's just an expression of your disappointment, you can't accept it turns out I'm more attractive in your husband's eyes, right"?

With her arrogance, Dini turned around insulting me. But I did not recede, soon I replied again. "Every woman is given a conscience of kindness to care for other women. Either you, I think your conscience has petrified to dark eyes chasing married men. Or, you feel like a spinster no longer looking for a bachelor?"

Early hand raised wanted to float it into my face, yet I quickly caught it strong.

"Don't let the hand you use with the man's husband touch my face. You can't leave him, can you? Then don't interfere in my life and my children's lives anymore? Remember Dini, sincere love is not in the heart like Bayu, just prove it."

I threw Dini's hand firmly until her body staggered, then left her feeling satisfied. At least I've sown a sense of worthlessness as the woman in her. Even if the woman has self-esteem.

Hunting back to the gazebo to pick up my baby, it appears by me Fahmi was standing on the stairs gazebo restlessly waiting for me.

"Mother from where, let's get out of here" said Fahmi welcoming me who approached them.

I can see Mas Bayu's face hardened with anger. I don't know what happened between the two of them.

"We go home first, yeah." I said a word of goodbye while reaching out to hold my son.

I saw Mas Bayu still standing upright without approaching us again before we actually left.

With the disappointment of holding back, I led my son to the car park, Mas Bayu no longer tried to prevent his son from coming home with me. Ringing cell phones, stopping footsteps. I asked Fahmi to wait in the car first, there was an incoming call from Mas Bayu.

"Your manners need to be guarded. Once again you dare to tease Dini, I will soon marry her. One more thing teach your boy manners too, he dared to say inappropriate to me earlier." Mas Bayu's voice sounded like the roar of waves crashing against the wall of my heart, raining very painful. The woman had complained and my husband preferred her.