I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

CHAPTER 2O. CAN'T KEEP QUIET!

I closed my eyes withholding the wound, realizing that the other woman was now really the first to inhabit my husband's life. Now without shame again, he showed me that he was always near Mas Bayu.

It seems that not long ago I was the one who was always in search of Mas Bayu every time he just came from his workplace. She would stare at me stunned when we were in the room together, looking at my teasing-looking affectionate self in a nightgown that captivated her eyes.

However, from those nights, ever since my husband came home late without the passion to touch me again, I felt that I was no longer the queen in his heart. And, Dini, it was the woman who suddenly came carrying a gray cloud of tears in my marriage.

I have tried to win my husband's heart again, more aggressively seducing him into my arms again, I also began diligent treatment from face to toe. However, it was not enough, still making my husband test the strength of my patience, he prefers women from his past.

I have wavered to still think of Mas Bayu as my husband ever since I knew he had cheated on me. However, I was once held captive to the desire to continue to sacrifice and survive for the sake of the child. I'm afraid that if I choose to part, I will incise a wound in the heart of my child. However, I finally could not expand my patience anymore and chose to try to separate.

It wasn't a day or two that I took to think carefully. But now it is proven that the separation with Mas Bayu still hurt my son's soul, until he disappeared somewhere this morning.

"Hani? you hear me, why shut up? Fahmi's with me, pick her up here, she won't come home with me." Gertakan Mas Bayu from the end of the phone line resuscitated nestapa who was coolungi.

"Yes, Mas. Where're you?" nervous answer.

I heard Mas Bayu mentioned a place near Fahmi school, I heard also an Early grumble that thought I could only make trouble. I endured the frustration, keeping my sanity from getting angry because my son is more important to me now.

Like a hen who will attack anyone who bullies her children, that's what I am today. I regard Mas Bayu as the cause of trouble for the peace of my son's soul and I am ready to attack him to the point of realizing his mistake.

My car was back speeding, fortunately I was also not far from Fahmi school so I could get to a place called Mas Bayu earlier.

I have arrived at a cafe that is crowded with visitors at this time. Seen by me Fahmi stood silently with a lethargic face in the corner of the parking lot, far from where his father was standing. While Dini, she stood very close beside Mas Bayu near my husband's car parked.

I was still shrouded in wonder and wonder, why my son skipped school and found his father in the cafe.

As soon as I saw me coming, Fahmi looked down deeply, unable to look at me. It's not that anger that Fahmi skipped school and lied to me, but guilt and grief rule over me. Me and Mas Bayu are the cause of Fahmi's bad behavior this time, I realize that. I approached Fahmi, then hugged her in relief at having found her.

The frustration that I had previously wanted to complain about when I met Mas Bayu, wanted to shout if he was the cause of my son being disturbed by the calmness of his soul and dared to be bad about leaving school hours, he said, instantly yawned when he saw the quiet state of Fahmi lethargic full of guilt to me. I took Fahmi from that place first, rather than prosecuting my husband's wrongdoing.

"We go home, son" I said. withstood the sadness, keep smiling to drive away the tears that want to come out.

In a hurry, Mas Bayu walked from the side of his car park, approaching us who were about to step towards my car. "Look at the consequences, Hani. Your son is brave..."

"Please shut up, Mom. I know very well who Fahmi is, I will take care of him" I quickly cut off the words of Mas Bayu, before his words further deepen the wound of my son's heart that heard him want to blame me.

Mas Bayu did not care about my words, he kept swinging steps, even the woman who was with him also joined his feet creeping following behind my husband.

That man, the man I once believed would not be able to be rude to me, is now far from the figure I used to know. He spoke sharper, worse behaved, and no longer looked at me like the man who once held love in his heart for me.

"Shut up, dad! Mother is not wrong. I was wrong to trouble my mother. Please don't see us again. Don't you ever try to pick me up from school, we'd rather stay with you." Fahmi argues his father's threats loudly and boldly, He defends his mother's pride in front of his father and his affair.

"Oh my goodness, my. Your wife just kept quiet to hear Fahmi dare to rebuke you. What kind of mother is she?" Here just stirred up my husband's anger, making me look at him sharply.

Just as Fahmi was also showing his pity. He pulled my hand slowly to pass and threw some money from his hand into the ground right next to his father.

I stared at the money sheet in surprise. What has really happened before?

I calmed down, followed Fahmi's steps towards my car, kept a line of questions that made me uneasy. Choosing to ask him later after my son calmed down again, I quickly drove the car away from Mas Bayu and the woman did not know herself.

I should've gone back to the office before noon to miss my fingerprints at the time of the office. However, I no longer care about my work that is threatened regardless if I am caught leaving work because of personal affairs without my boss' permission.

Win tenders? it also felt like it would drift out of my grasp because I was missing from work at the most important moment of my determination to participate in the presentation or not.

"Sorry, Mommy"he said Fahmi when the vehicle began to run slowly towards our rented house.

"Yes, Son. Anything you want to tell mom? just tell me you won't be angry. Mother is only disappointed that you lied."

"Nggg, i...I was trying to find money for Mom. This morning when you bought rice sitting for breakfast, I saw you looking for money in the wallet, in the bag pocket, to the pocket of clothes. I think you're running out of money. So I'm..."

"Sorry, Son. Mother who should apologize." I pulled my car over, though my heart was not broken, but my cry was not held back. I closed my face, braced myself again.

Fahmi picked up a tissue for me, apologized again, "I tried to be the cafe keeper last night, Dad looked at me and gave me some money I thought I could for dinner tonight. But out of annoyance, I threw the money again. I'm sorry, Mother."

I was getting sobbing, how unfortunately my son was to his mother, he even wanted to be able to support me. He was not wrong, his age was not enough to judge if his actions were wrong even though his purpose was right.

"Mother has money, son. This morning I had not been able to get it at the ATM. Jang repeat lying to mother again, every want to act ask first your opinion. Fahmi's job is just diligent study, okay?" I said again after I could control myself.

It felt good, after we both parse our mistakes. I brought the vehicle again. When I almost got to the contract, Luluk called me. I just looked at my phone screen, not daring to take a phone call from my best friend. I wasn't ready to hear the news he was about to take from the office for me, I let the call ring until it wasn't heard again.

My phone vibrated again, this time Luluk sent a message through the green application. Seems very important news to be conveyed. However, I was really not ready to read the incoming messages from him. Strengthen me, O God...