I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

CHAPTER 28. Beauty twilight

The wind gently blows over the top of my hijab, slowly I stepped between the glitter of twilight shade that hit part of my face. Fahmi exclaimed happily, seeing me approaching them.

"Mother, here,"Fahmi grabbed my arm.

The man leaning on my car smiled warmly, then walked up to me as he reached out to greet me.

"I'm Julio, but not Julio Iglesias so I can't sing." The calm-carrying man introduced his name, a little funny made me instantly smile witfully.

"Ecclesiastical teacher at my school, Bun," Fahmi said.

I looked at my baby and the man I had just met but felt like he was no longer a stranger because of his hospitality.

It felt awkward to shake the man's hand back, insecurity ambushed, uncomfortable because now I was almost a widow. Besides, I'm trying to be a devout Muslim, wanting to start avoiding contact with the opposite sex.

"I'm Hani, but not Hani as the Roman Hajj calls." I clenched my hands together in my chest, chiming in the prank of that man named Julio.

Terbahak, the man did not seem to have expected me to be the same in a joke with him.

"Mi, your bundle is cartoon too, nih. Mr. Julio likes it." The man judged me funny, he raised both his hands, then greeted by Fahmi's palms until they both tos compactly.

I frowned in confusion, because my son had a secret with that man I didn't know.

"Mother, this Mr. Julio who taught me to pursue graphic design in school. Suitable it is the cooperation of mothers who make advertisements." Fahmy told me.

"Oh yeah, sorry I don't memorize the names of Fahmi's teachers and teach anything at her school." I'm holding in shame.

So long to take the child, as a pure housewife I rarely took the time to talk first with the teachers, always in a hurry because there is a lot of homework that I still have to finish. Especially since work, my time has decreased.

"Bu Hani used to make advertisements apparently, Fahmi has not even told about it. May I follow the project." Mr. Julio smiled, but I don't think he's seriously asking me to give him a job.

"Oh, Sir. I am still amateurs, not long ago started a career again in advertising. I have one big project from Superindo that if Mr. Julio wants, can help."

"So Bu Hani is working on a branding project at PT Superindo? Know the owner yet? Meet Julio Wardhana." Again the man extended his hand.

I chuckled confusedly, the man looked so joking that it made me unable to distinguish his words seriously or jokes. If you see the skin is mature, it is very unlikely if he is a descendant of Mr. Darma Wardhana who is lighter skinned.

Moreover, the man who was the age of Mas Bayu was very simple in appearance. The strapping body is only wrapped in a loose t-shirt and casual jeans, no luxury accessories attached such as expensive watches like rich men in general.

"So Mr Julio is this graphic design guru or the owner of the company? Gakje bener, aka not clear." My smile came off decorating my blushing face, covering up my confusion.

"Hahaha yes, ma'am, I'm not really so don't believe it, huh. By the way, I am very happy to know Fahmi. He's a good boy like his mother." The man also gently stroked the top of Fahmi's head, making my heart warm when he saw her.

"Thank you, Mr. Julio. Do you want to see someone who is sick?"

"My mom was on an opname here, so when Fahmi skipped my exkul ngak know, at that time another teacher replaced me who must be allowed to take my mom to be treated. But the next day Fahmi told me everything happened. Patient Ms. Hani, yes, the household exam is big."

I was surprised, not expecting Fahmi dared to tell me about him who skipped for cafe guard work and opened my household story to the man. It was like to immediately reprimand Fahmi, but when I saw the face of my teenage son's down, in my heart mnelesup a little awareness to understand if maybe he needs someone who is a place to share his heart. It could be that Mr. Julio was very close to my son, so he was comfortable complaining to the man.

I nodded, as the man took a step away, eager to take the time to reach his mother. I feel like encouraging the man when it comes to taking care of his beloved woman. At least because the friendly man has been very kind to my son besides that he is also his teacher.

"Sir Julio," call me quick.

"Yes?" The man looked over, smiling warmly.

"Which room, may I look at you for a moment?"

Mr. Julio answered me quickly while nodding his head sparkling, he grabbed onto Fahmi's shoulder to walk side by side with him towards the Sandalwood Pavilion he called while stepping first into a road guide.

We walked in the same way as a small, harmonious family. My body trembled, my soul repressed as I could no longer remember the last time I, Mas Bayu and Fahmi swung their legs together this happily.

Arriving at a VVIP nursery in Paviluin Cendana for those with thick pockets, Mr. Julio drove me in to see his mother. My eyes were perfectly rounded, there was a Dini standing next to the patient's bed. Fortunately, Fahmi waited in the front seat of the nursery until he did not need to meet again the woman he did not like.

My brain cells immediately intertwined digesting the scene before my eyes. Could Dini be here to visit the wife of the owner of the company where she works? So Mr. Julio it really is...

I took a breath gathering my confidence. Closer to the woman who was lying in pain the first one met.

"Ma, this is my special guest, I want to know my mom." Mr. Julio touched the soft arm of his mother.

Dini also looked at me dislike, he who looks still careless to see me again after the incident in the nursery of my mother-in-law before, was immediately surprised to hear what Mr. Julio said about me. He backed away without greeting me.

In awe, I introduced myself as the mother of her son's student. The graceful woman nodded weakly, thanking her with a gentle smile. Sincerely I write that the patience is with the middle-aged woman.

"I send my regards to Mr. Darma. May Mother Darma quickly get healthy again," said Dini finally.

Mr. Julio turned his head, then approached Dini who was ready to move to the door of the room.

"Yes, Papa's still looking for coffee in the cafeteria. I'll tell you later."

Dini smiled bitterly shaking Mr. Julio's hand, as she felt uneasy after just hearing if I was introduced as a special guest from the son of the owner of the company where she worked.

"Auntie's here?" I heard Fahmi's voice from the front of the room. I'm still standing next to the bed, accompanying Mr. Julio's mother.

"I-y-a," answered nervously.

"Don't you know this mother?" I heard Mr. Julio ask my son.

"Yes, Mr. Julio. That Auntie Early..."

"I'm sorry I'm in a hurry, I'm saying goodbye first." Sounded to me, Dini said frantically cutting my son's words.

With the beauty of twilight, I met a man who was but humble, humorous, kind and warm to my son. With vigor, I gently massaged the man's beloved woman's leg. The soft-spoken woman continued to sly questions, wanting to know more about me.