I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

CHAPTER 29. Moon Longing

"How long has it been close to Ipul?" The woman who was lying down weakly while having a gentle massage asked softly.

"Pulse?" ask me to hold a smile, feel funny with a call that is not worth the beautiful man.

"Yes, Julio's my son. Me and his dad call him that, don't you call that too?" Ms. Dito clarified her words while holding back a laugh.

"I..."

I was stunned, like electrocuted to hear her question even though the voice of the woman was very soft and friendly. Really, this twilight is a lot of unexpected surprises. I just knew the man, but I thought I knew him very well.

"I..." I'm still hanging words, haven't found the right answer.

"Not to be shy. I'm glad you came. It doesn't matter to me what your status is. Seeing Ipul smiling happily when introducing you earlier, of course I was happy," soft voice Bu Dito, as if supporting me to quickly answer his curiosity.

"Ma, this is Fahmi, he's my best student."

Mr. Julio's voice rang out behind me, unaware of his arrival with my son, as I was puzzled to find answers to Ms. Dito's question.

"Here, near Oma," said Bu Dito pleased my son.

Stunned, I was like the middle, dreaming, meeting people from among the best and warmest of them.

Fahmi said he greeted and answered everything Dito asked.

I glanced at Mr. Julio, just wondering the slightest reason why his mother was so happy to accept my arrival. The face of the shady-eyed man painted a sense of happiness in his heart. He looked at me fixedly, making my heart almost jump from its place.

"It looks like we can't take much longer, afraid of going home" I whispered to Mr. Julio.

"Yes, just a moment. Mama is still happy with Fahmi. Let it be, responsibility maqrib, pray first here. I'll take you home, wait for papa to change with mama," without hesitation if I will refuse, the man convinced me to agree with his door. He also invited me to sit in front of the ward while waiting for the time of the maqrib arrived, I could not refuse to remember his excellent attitude.

"What's the pain?" I asked, breaking the silence between me and Mr. Julio.

"Difficult clarity. The pain here is the same here." Mr. Julio pointed the same forehead at his chest.

Strangely enough the disease of the rich apparently, so I can not guess.

"Hurt> Mr Julio the cause is definitely yes?" I ask origin, melt the mood of the man who began to see a cloudy face.

"Hahaha it could be, I am probably seventy percent the cause of mama being sick. We can tell you again sometime."

I nodded my head, not asking anymore.

"Bu Hani lives where? This month I have a small thanksgiving, a few days away. If there's time, I invite you to come home."

"I contracted at the Blue Graha housing. What event, sir?"

"Getting year."

"Our year? Not if his name Julio was usually born in July, huh? It's still december." I chimed in with wonder.

"I can have a birthday anytime, Mom. Sometimes July, but if again the birthday boy yes December I'm birthday." Mr. Julio chuckled, feeling that it had managed to confuse me.

"Yes my...Mum Dito deserves a lot of thought, her son is not clear that is the person." I laughed back at Mr. Julio and made him laugh for a long time.

I stared again at Mr. Julio at a glance with a slight sense of giddiness. Unbelieving so soon happy to be back when a man I just knew, suddenly continued to comfort my heart that I could not put the pieces together again after being broken by a betrayal.

"I want to invite Fahmi to pray on the way. Near the hospital, at the front turn is a large mosque. We'll say yes, sir." I suddenly decided to get away from the man immediately.

"Loh, later I will deliver the car Bu Hani. I just took an online taxi. Ms. Hani seems to be tired of that too." He just kept giving me attention.

"Where, huh? Mr. Julio bothered. I'll see her mother sometime." I keep trying to refuse.

I got up from my seat, wanted to go into my room to see my son. I was about to step up, holding back the bitterness of my flogging heart not trickling. As strong as I want to follow the desire of the heart to be hopeful, but dear past makes me feel unworthy to dream beautiful as this shiny.

"Why did you change your mind so quickly?" asked Mr. Julio to hunt down, holding my step into the nursery.

"Mac-sud Mr Julio?" I asked back nervously, my chest rippling incoherently.

"So, we agreed to pray maqrib together first. Wait for papa to come and then I take him home," he explained sayu.

The Owner of Life....

Is it really so soon that the sorrow in my heart will be healed through this man? Is so great the love of God to the one who has been despised and yet is patient?

Hani.may be this kindness from God in your willingness to serve your husband sincerely, be a full-time mother and put yourself as the best daughter-in-law for your mother-in-law. It's God's goodness to you, why do you avoid it if it's your good destiny now...

The whisper of my heart dodged while staring at the glance of the man who was also looking at me. Down quickly, I could no longer look into those shady eyes.

"I'm sorry, but it seems like a lot of trouble later." I lied to my little heart.

"Yes, next time don't bother with me. Your son is close to me, with mom, too." The man returned to quell my doubts.

Mr. Julio seemed to know the whip in my heart just by looking at me who suddenly changed his attitude. He seemed to know my figure closely, it could be because my son had told him a lot about me.

Hani.this is a golden opportunity. Real in front of your eyes, a man who can be your way to reply easily to Bayu and Dini kedzoliman to you. Come on, don't waste it. The whisper of the other side of my heart stomping, seducing my good side to make the most of this good fortune.

I rubbed my face slowly, stayed in the doorway, weighing the steps. If Allah wants the evil to apply to someone who has made a betrayal, then let it be done according to Allah's will. My confidence has brought me back to calm.

My steps swayed again, while imagining also if later meet Mr. Dito here I can not be embarrassed. The owner of the Superindo company only knew that if I was Mas Bayu's wife, wouldn't it be quite surprising when he saw that Mr Julio wanted to take me home? I convinced myself to stick to my decision, rejecting Mr. Julio's offer.

"Mom Dito, we have to be alone. Say hello to Mr. Dito. I happen to have a project with the father's company, maybe we can see you again often. Good luck, ma'am." I can finally say a word of goodbye to his mother, Mr. Julio.

"Loh, it's still a fun story with him. Come here again tomorrow, yeah. Wagging. Fahmi's coming tomorrow, huh?" Ms. Dito asked my son to promise her.

We both nodded together, Ms. Dito smiled with relief while rubbing Fahmi's head as she salimed to go home.

"H wait, what was your name? I forgot I haven't asked."

"Hani's name, Ma. Hani darling." Mr. Julio immediately answered his mother's questions while escorting us out of the ward.

I smiled back at the man. He was so kind, always wanting to carve a smile on my face.

"Be careful, until the house of news, yes, Mi" Mr. Julio told Fahmi with an anxious look.

We're in the hospital parking lot. Fahmi got in the car first. While I was still standing next to my vehicle, wanting to say goodbye once again to Mr. Julio who still kept the anxious gelayut on his eyelids.

"Hani, wait." A call sounded loud from a distance.

Immediately I was surprised, undoing the opening of the car door in wonder. It was like the voice of Mas Bayu.