I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

CHAPTERS 18. TOUGHEST SHOCK TO ME

On the way home, a sense of tightness filled my chest. Meanwhile Fahmi, he was watching the streets like before, ignoring the feeling of disappointment in his heart.

Curious to know what Fahmi had done to his father was so pressing on my chest, but it felt powerless to ask my son. I could only look at him from the rearview mirror.

"We stopped by the maqrib prayer mosque first, yes, we just had dinner. What do you want to eat? lirihku softly.

"Well, it's bun, which is too late. Meatballs can also, there are many stalls in the streets." Fahmi replied while glancing at me,

After performing three rakaat prayers maqrib, Fahmi's face began to look radiant again, maybe the annoyance in his heart slightly reduced.

I returned to drive the car. "We find a place to eat, and go home" I said, repeating the same words.

"Okay, Mother" The end of a certainty answer before going home.

At a simple but clean meatball stall, we stopped by for dinner. Before long, two servings of meatballs were almost spent. I even added a lot of sambal to vent the tightness in my chest.

We rushed back to the car after filling our stomachs and felt more comfortable to continue the journey.

"So what were you talking about at the gazebo restaurant?" I looked up when the car was not on yet, and I saw Fahmi sitting quietly in the back seat.

"Why, Bun? Dad called mom, right? Is dad angry?" Fahmi asked me back.

"Gaak, I'm not angry. Dad even tipped a message to be careful on the road, would have wanted maqrib." I said nervous, a little lying.

"Are you really not angry? Mother lied, right? Fahmi was a little rude earlier the same father. I don't want to be brought home." Fahmi grumbling.

"That's Bun, why are you cheating, don't you have any shame in cheating in public?. Dad was mad at me like I was almost hit." Fahmi said sadly, he explained what he said to me.

I was surprised, immediately in the midst of the tightness of my son to dare to say disrespectful to his father even though his father was guilty. What makes me feel even more guilty is that because of the complexity of my problems Fahmi almost got hit by his father.

Now that I know why Mas Bayu is so angry at Fahmi, my son's words have made him feel like he's lost his self-esteem in front of the child. Taking a deep breath, gathering the courage to try to explain to Fahmi.

I slowly drove the car looking for a more comfortable place to talk.

"Sister, there are important things that you will want to say" I said to Fahmi.

Fahmi looked at me for a moment and then nodded.

"You saw the suitcase in the trunk of the car, right?"

Fahmi looked back, raised his head higher, then said, "Where are we going?"

"I just found out you brought a suitcase full of clothes?" tanya Fahmi climbed into the seat with her knees while looking at the suitcase in the back.

Fahmi nodded his head while looking at me with pity, the sadness of my heart can be read. She's the most understanding of the complexity I'm dealing with now, she knows that if I choose to part for a while because her father has been with another woman.

"Oh, so we move now yes bun, ngak papa if you want to sign yourself first. But if you're still with that woman, parting ways will I still be with you?" fahmi said with a sad face.

Thankful that I was gifted with a son who could act like a protector to his mother, he supported my toughest decision. I got out of the car, immediately bought his favorite chocolate drink to make the feeling calmer and came back cheerful.

Today was the toughest shock for me, it felt like I had to explain to Fahmi about the life we lived alone from now on.

He no longer asked much, Fahmi looked at me sad to see his mother walking stumbling with two plastic cups of chocolate drinks towards the car.

"Mother is tired like that. We stopped here a long time ago. Only later will we move to a place to move" Fahmi said attentively.

"Son, papa, it's close to his contract. After drinking this chocolate, we go again"

My body is tired, my soul is what else. The fate of my presentation is only tomorrow there into the clarity, then plus the act of Mas Bayu that made my son's feelings chaotic, tired of my heart.

I slowly drove the car, until it finally reached the destination even though it was longer than I expected. Fahmi was quite happy with the house we just entered.

Hurry up we clean ourselves, then help each other make clothes. We decided to sleep together tonight because we still feel unfamiliar with the new room.

Fahmi fell asleep as soon as he laid his body on the bed. I grabbed the phone, turned it back on after I turned it off since I last got a call from Mas Bayu this afternoon.

What I'm worried about is coming true. Mas Bayu sent a lot of messages, asking where I and Fahmi were not coming home. There were also many phone calls from the man who had turned away from me. I realized it wasn't me she was expecting to go home, but her son.

I immediately replied to Mas Bayu's message before drowsiness also picked me up. I feel I still have to preach it no matter how much he is still the father of my son.

(I'm sorry, Mom. I decided to bring Fahmi to live with me first. We've got a house for rent.)"

My message was sent, I could close my eyes well now, we have stayed away from people who did not consider me worthy of her existence.

The cold of the morning started us in our new home. Although it still feels chaotic because many of our necessities are left in the old house, but Fahmi still looks cheerful.

After driving Fahmi to school, I stopped at an independent cash rig. I need money to shop for kitchen necessities and buy some essential items that are needed daily.

How surprised I was when I found out the ATM card I was holding was blocked. The ATM card is indeed a card from the Mas Bayu account held by me specifically in use for needs at home. And now, my husband must have blocked it when he found out Fahmi and I didn't come home again. Is that what he is now?.

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