I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

Chapter 31. Never Go Back

My tears trickled, when I heard the man in front of the walled fence just kept beating the fence bars until it made a little noise.

I still did not turn my body despite being inflicted with compassion on Mas Bayu. My fingers slowly wiped away the tears. I feel like I'm back to being stupid, crying over things that shouldn't be grating anymore. He tried to go back, I pushed aside by showing that I was okay and could stand up straight.

"So." Hani." The hoarse and heavy voice of Mas Bayu, he began to sob.

"Listen first, after that it's up to you how to punish my mistakes." he continued talking.

I take a short breath. Mas Bayu as if not to know my silence. He didn't realize that I almost managed to erase every grain of taste on him, hoping that his name would quickly disappear and disappear from my memory.

"That's not cowardly! If you love a woman, marry her quickly and divorce me!" my words were fierce, wanting to end the nestapa that Mas Bayu was showing.

"I've been married to Dini a long time, sorry."

The man's confession is like a hammer that blows thousands of nails into my heart. Finally I was faced with the painful reality that they had indeed married secretly, my husband cheating on my loyalty.

The soul crumbs my breath, I pull the doorknob of the house, enter leaving the man I wanted to throw into the sea ice at the north pole to freeze regretting the trail of his mistake.

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My days now, it feels more alive with struggling in office work. I can laugh with friends, share stories and support each other. Am I happy to have left my husband? Actually there is still a hollow side in the corner of my heart. I see the lives of children incomplete without the attention of a father. He still needs time to accept the conditions. I kept trying to get Fahmi used to her father's absence.

"So you're not going to be with us for long, Mother?" Fahmi asked with a bit of fear.We were on our way to take her to school.

I nodded slowly.

"It looks like it will. Father and mother separated because there is one thing that you can not explain. Later if you are an adult, you can judge for yourself."

Fahmi looked at me with pity.

"Is Auntie Married to Dad?"

I looked at him bitterly. Fahmi's question is not wrong, surely he can think that because he had seen his father with Dini himself.

"Dear, sometimes our expectations are not always easy to achieve, there are unexpected problems that can arise in the way. It's called we're being given the same trials of God." I answered my son's question as easily as I could understand it.

"Let's just let me know what it's like to be dumped by a loved one." Fahmi said annoyed.

I blinked in surprise, trying to reconcile her heart, "Mmm so? Right now it might be better to reduce communication with dad, but you still have to respect dad, yes." I asked Fahmi.

Anaku nodded in understanding. I pulled over the car, to the side spread out my hands, Fahmi quickly hugged me, until we caught fire.

After dropping off Fahmi, I was in a hurry to work on a branding project that I had to finish, I had a few days left. Don't let Dini come to see me to collect our work.

"The shop goes backwards. Look straight ahead to the goal. Let's finish the project, show you're competent and worthy of respect." Luluk raised my nyaliku.

"Woke, don't worry about me, dear." I calm Luluk down.

"I'd like to see you for a minute, Ms. Hani." Mr. Kevin spoke to me as he approached our desk.

"Good, sir."

I followed Kevin to his room.

"I want to ask for help, there are three more big companies that want to believe in advertising branding. Is Bu Hani willing to accept it?" Mr. Kevin looked at me so closely, that it made me feel a little uncomfortable.

"Sa-ya ask the team first, sir. I dare not make my own decisions."

"Alright, please. Here's an overview of the product criteria they requested, learn quickly. Half an hour, come back here."

"Good, sir."

I rushed out of Mr. Kevin's room, amazed by the gift that was in my grasp now. If all this branding works, my savings will suddenly get fat.

Ah, but can I share with the rupiah in the middle of my household heresy? After my divorce is decided by the court, can the coffers of success keep me happy widowed?

Every woman's dream is to stay home. Educating and making her children salih salihah is a real dream. I once let go of my beautiful career goals, then served my whole husband because I think he has earned a good living. If my sincerity turns out to be an unforgivable betrayal, what's wrong if I choose to separate?

"Hey, any news from the roar of Mr Boss?" tanya Luluk.

All who heard my explanation of Mr. Kevin's offer, excitedly exclaimed one word agree to our new project work list.

Back to see Mr. Kevin, I sparkled to greet him to convey the decision of my team and Luluk.

"good. Yes spirit. Don't worry, from our company will also be a lot of bonuses if our customers do not complain."

I smiled and said goodbye to continue my unfinished project.

"Bu Hani, is there an event tonight? My son happens to be on a work internship for his final semester assignment. I want to eat out but no friends. Miss Hani has mealtime with me?"

I nodded at the door I just opened a little. Didn't expect to experience something this complicated.

My concern carried over to the past when I just applied for a job in this place. Looking at the cool looking men who passed by with amazed looks, while praying that my husband would be a cool guy like those men, at that time I was waiting to meet Luluk in the office lobby. My best friend has already escaped being accepted to work here.

"To get here is hard, Hani. It is the largest advertising company. His work knows no time, the target is big. Just go home there again. You won't do it" said my best friend.

I'm getting challenged. Even feeling this is the career path I dreamed of, I also hope to find a successful, established male soul mate again cool. The mind of a young Hani who is still superficial chooses the criteria of a husband.

At that time, I did not understand, if a good husband is not only seen from his cool appearance. In fact, now I realize I need a figure who provides the shoulder for me to stretch, faithful when the body is no longer beautiful, then make sure I smile with him until the end of life.

"How, Ms. Hani, can you, huh?" Kevin repeated the question. I was getting stunned, having to answer what to the established widower who had not long since left his wife.