I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

Woman Named Andini

"Therefore, when you forgot to meet him? He's a new acting director. Ms. Andini that you know, I once invited you to meet at a farewell event" Mas Bayu answered me wrongly.

"Ooo that one? Where do I know. You just said her name that close without the frills of a mother's call like no co-worker" I grumbled while looking at her intently.

Mas Bayu clasped my hand tightly, grabbed me in his arms while whispering "Don't pout so, the beauty will be gone”

The praise of Mas Bayu did not make me feel happy, it was heard in the forced out of his tongue.

"I still want to ask you why...."

"It's late, I want to rest. Tomorrow I have to leave in the morning and it's almost three in the morning" Mas Bayu cut off my conversation and went to the bathroom.

It's over if that tough guy who married me a dozen years ago is taking any more distance from me. Don't let me make it any further away.

Is it my fault if I feel enough to dress up beautiful and fragrant when with my husband?. I do not think, men will usually feel comfortable if the wife at home is pleasing to the eye. But in fact not with Mas Bayu, he also wants a smart wife.

"Mas, it's so sleepy, yes" I asked softly. I haven't given up, because I haven't managed to figure out who my husband's intelligent woman is.

"Hmm" He just flinched while getting into bed.

"I want to work again?" I said slowly, as I laid myself down beside my husband.

"What's? you serious? who will take care of Fahmi and accompany mom!" I was surprised to hear my request.

"You say the child is old and the mother is not fussy? And we can use ART services and then I'll start my career again" I said as I stroked her chest gently.

The man lying before me was instantly silent for a few seconds. Her face was flat, I can't guess what she had in her heart. Only then did I realize that there was a gap in our relationship.

"Why do you suddenly want to work again?" tanyanya fidgeting.

I looked at Mas Bayu without blinking, looking as deep as what I meant in the look in his eyes.

"Sure, I want to develop myself, bring back the Smart and intelligent Hani!" I made clear the end of my speech, wanting to make my husband aware that his wife was not too b*doh.

"Eem that? hahaha free Hani. The world of work today is different when you work long ago. Not necessarily you can follow, can stress later you because of the demands of work" Mas Bayu laughed amusedly.

"Looked mas? If I was the persistent one? Nothing is impossible for me, and I believe the power of God will be present in the earnestness of a person" I replied in no defeat.

"Here you go, sleep late at night" he said, hugging me half-heartedly.

*****

"Breakfast first, Bayu" My mother-in-law rebuked Mas Bayu who hastily menjijing briefcase.

My husband came up to my mother and stretched out his hand to say "I've been waiting for my co-worker, Mom. Do you remember Dini engak? who used to play here to borrow my computer. Now he's in the office with me, ma'am."

I'm still preparing food for my son Fahmi. Listening to the exciting conversation between the mother and her child with a thumping heart. There is something new I know about the figure of Dini in the past Mas Bayu.

"Dini who likes to massage mother as a wage to borrow my computer to work on the script hahaha" Mas Bayu laughed crisply.

It seemed so special to Dini in the shadow of these two people who were still continuing to talk about it. Reminiscing his figure when present in this house. So happy their faces every mention of the woman's name. Even my mother-in-law doesn't appreciate me being by her side right now. He just kept praising the special woman for him without thinking about my feelings.

"I say goodbye, Mom, it's too late" Mas Bayu ended his chat with mom.

"Yes, bring Dini min here, I miss" Mother asked Mas Bayu to invite other women to this house without asking first how I think.

I could only remain silent, staring at the mother-in-law with the nelangsa. But the middle-aged woman did not seem to feel guilty for her request to Mas Bayu to invite other women into our house.

"Hani, I have breakfast at the office.where's Fahmi?" Mas Bayu asked the fruit of our love.

"Fahmi had breakfast, she picked up her school bag in the room" I replied softly.

"Do you need to invite Miss Andini to come home if there is no event, Mom?" I asked to vent.

The mother-in-law was surprised to hear my question, then replied fiercely. "Do you know how to connect the relationship? No one should meet just because of kangen"

I stammered, it is true that mother's reason, I no longer dare to oppose her words. Maybe I should give up this time first while looking for a way to keep me who seems to start fading in the heart of Mas Bayu.

"I also want to leave, all of you want to deliver Fahmi and I will also enter a job application" I slowly said to Mas Bayu and mother. I shook my husband's hands and took turns to ask permission.

"It turns out you really meant what you said last night, huh? Where do you want to work? It's up to me that I don't have time, I'm leaving first" Mas Bayu let go of my hand, moved up from my mother's side while calling Fahmi.

"You want to work again? Isn't spending money never lacking?" Mom looked at me in wonder.

"Sorry, mom. Mas Bayu wanted me to develop insight into myself. Because he thinks I'm out of date when I'm just busy taking care of the house" I replied politely.

"Who will run the house? it's not easy to find an honest and diligent maid at this time?" I was breathing out of annoyance

"We talked last night, Mom. Bayu gave permission. Later I find a good maid, mother do not worry I find a painstaking accompany mother" I greet the mother-in-law, then wait for Fahmi to say goodbye as well.

"You've been tired of accompanying my mother all this time" my in-laws fiercely misinterpreted my words.

"Sorry.sorry, Mom. Not like that, Hani really loves mom, but this time I have to work again" I hugged my in-laws body, not wanting to hurt her feelings.

"It's gone, my granddaughter's late" Mom broke my arms.

On the way I was busy chatting with my son Fahmi. Sometimes I rub his head because I am angry with his words. This warm conversation is done while driving, I take steps in my mind what I have to do, and what I have to prepare. If Mas Bayu obeyed the desire of mother to invite Dini home.