I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

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"You sure you want to work? Didn't you want to take care of and educate your child by being a full mom?" Luluk asked in disbelief, after hearing my story.

I shifted a little laptop on his desk, so that Luluk's view switched from the laptop screen and could see me clearly.

"Surely, only you can help me. Help me to work here again. Whatever the salary, I accept it. I just need my identity, so I'm not in the field one-on-one by my husband". I looked at my best friend with a wedge.

Luluk pursed his lips staring at me amusedly. "Do you want what I get in return?"

"where do you want to shop? Let me throw it now" I laughed ready to lift Luluk's body more contained than mine.

"Dear, I owe you a lot, I'm sure I'll help you, right?" Luluk laughed at me.

We laughed together too. It has been a long time since we met. I feel like I've come back in my youth. Long time ago I left the world of work, where I can freely express myself with my friends and colleagues. Having time with friends is fun.

"I'll call you later if I meet with a big boss. Maybe you can slip you into your old department."

"china, Luluk. If you can't, let me help you with your work. Just some time, I need a job related to Mas Bayu's work."

"OK, but remember your son should not be ignored. It's enough of my son who's in the custody of ART, and enough of me to be a single parent.keep your family."

"Truly I was moved by Luluk's sincerity, I hugged him to strengthen him. When Fahmi was a toddler, I decided to quit my job because I learned from the destruction of the Luluk household. Her husband was in contact with other women because Luluk did not have enough time to be with the family.

"Don't make me weak, I'm happy with my life now. All the life choices must be there like the pain, the important thing is you try the best you can do." Luluk said as he patted my shoulder.

I nodded with my thumbs up "I wait for the good news from you, I go home baby."

On the way home, I stopped by to shop for kitchen needs. Don't forget I bought Fahmi's favorite packaged food. If tomorrow I have entered work, hopefully can still pay attention to Fahmi even if only in the rest of the time.

Until the house the middle mother was busy removing the pillowcase in the living room chair when I entered the house. My greeting was answered only at a glance, the mother-in-law seemed excited by her activities without moving a bit to look at my return. It appeared to me a set of replacement pillowcases that did not seem like spare gloves that I kept in the home appliance cabinet.

"New pillowcase huh, Mom? Hani's never seen one before." I asked after sticking my shopping at the kitchen table and went back to see my mother-in-law.

"It's been a long time but I keep it, it's bought Early first. Mother's favorite cherry blossom picture, good right?." Answer the glowing mother while showing off the pillowcase she wants to install.

"Eemm" I replied while enduring the pain in my heart.

"Mother really wants to go to Japan see the original cherry blossoms. Dini once promised mom that if it was successful she would take mom to see the cherry blossoms." The mother-in-law again boasts an Early figure to me.

"Ooh, hehehe" I refrained from speaking, so that I would not speak words that would lose control.

"Eemmm no, that's not what I mean, ma'am. I'm happy if mom's happy. So why did Dini come back to this town?" Quickly I quench my mother-in-law's annoyance, let me give up a little for the sake of mother's pleasure.

I put on my pillowcase nervously. Set your heart, stretch your chest to continue to be patient if you have to listen to the story of Early that seems very special.

"Don't know either, graduating college used to suddenly have no news of that. Though mother used to hope that she would be Bayu's wife." explained my mother-in-law without thinking about my feelings for her words.

I stopped pulling the pillowcase zipper, dumbfounded to hear the mother-in-law's words. Apparently there is an unfinished story between Dini and Mas Bayu.

Mas Bayu may not be Ma'am yet, so God present me as his bride and become mother's daughter-in-law". I commented on the sincere smile while holding the soft hands of mother.

"Maybe, no one knows. Sometimes already know long and close by no coincidence, who know bentar eh even to pelaminan. Maybe your sustenance has become Bayu's wife" mother tried to smile at me.

"So when's the plan to get here, Mom?"

I arranged a pillow on the chair, then grabbed my mother's hand to sit side by side with me.

"It's okay if I ask Bayu to invite Dini here tomorrow night? We can still prepare the dinner menu" mother asked me stammeringly.

"Yes, it's okay, Mom. What I'll cook for later." I kept smiling, harboring the anxiety of my heart, trying to muffle the wounds of my heart.

"I'll call Bayu first"

In the spirit of four-five mothers-in-law went to her room to pick up her phone, leaving me who suddenly felt eroded by my happiness as the dark shadow of Dini appeared in my marriage. At the age of a dozen years of marriage, is this fast a storm hit my household.?

Want me to find out what the Dini figure is? Huft, why is it unthinkable to explore the world of social media. Active women like Dini where may not have an account of the Maya world.

Not knowing the full name, I just type the name Andini in the search. Lucky I met him at a glance at the freelance office welcoming the position in Mas Bayu's office. Makes it easy to recognize it from a profile photo.

Ooh, it turns out that the photos uploaded on IG show the figure of a great woman who struggled with achievement. From the profile photo I got info if Dini graduates S2 from abroad, maybe while studying in the country of that person He disappeared from the world of Mas Bayu.

I opened the comments column in his latest Poto post.when pickling his introduction as a new official in Mas Bayu's office. My heart pounded when I found my husband's name to also pin the word praise, he said, and more surprisingly he greeted the woman "My Early".

I can't wait to post it a few years earlier. Imagine there are photos of togetherness of Mas Bayu and Dini when young first. My eyes have condensed, my heart is easily sad, my tear glands have drained the crystal circles that I could hardly bear.

Immediately I removed the clear droplets at the corner of the eye when I heard the footsteps of the mother-in-law approaching while talking to her son on the phone.

"It's here tomorrow night.You accompany mom shopping to the supermarket. I want to shop for Dini's favorite cooking ingredients," said the mother sparkled.