I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

Chapters 37. The Man I Want to Avoid

Late afternoon is the time I always wait, that's when I'll meet my son again after we've been separated all day. Like this twilight, I walked down the street to pick up Fahmi.

However, in the middle of the road, Fahmi called asking me to go directly to the contract. He was already on his way home ushered in by his exclusive teacher.he was with Mr. Julio.

I couldn't prevent my son's happy-sounding wish to give me the news, I couldn't have asked him to get out of Mr. Julio's car and wait for me on the road to pick him up with me. I can only agree.

I realized imagining my son and Mr. Julio had been waiting in front of the fence and made me wrong to open the gate filled with anxiety because I did not dare to ask him to just go home. However, my guess was wrong, upon arrival at the house did not see by me a car parked in front of the gate of my house.

I opened the fence of the house in wonder, Fahmi should have arrived first. Is it possible they went somewhere first?

Restless, I waited on the porch. My curiosity was answered when it appeared to me Fahmi got down from Mr. Julio's car with a lot of groceries when the twilight was getting darker.

"Sorry, we stopped by for souvenirs first."

Shopping as much as a dozen large bags that he called as souvenirs? It was like providing for a widow's kitchen for half a month.

"Sir Julio is overrated. I have to accept all that? Why not share it with those who need it more?"

"Well if that's what I've done routinely, ma'am. I gave it all as a gift to Fahmi because of his achievements in school, really. Not for Miss Hani."

"Oh.but..."

"Fahmi, Mr. Julio is thirsty, is there any white water?" asked Mr. Julio quickly to Fahmi who was busy moving groceries from the trunk of the car to the kitchen at the help of aunt, he ignored my remarks.

I shook my head to take a short breath only to be resigned to not be able to argue the presence of the man who immediately sat on the porch of the house.

"I'm the one who makes iced tea with auntie, Bun." he exclaimed cheerfully.

"Here is hot, but the wind is cold. Why, huh?" ask Mr. Julio to me who is still standing in the corner of the terrace.

"That's because the sky is cloudy. The clouds that cover the surface of the earth make the temperature even more..."

"No, Ms. Hani. The awannya not on the surface of the earth, but on the face of Bu Hani, so I'm angry." Mr. Julio began to express his nature that is not serious about treating serious conditions.

I who usually will immediately laugh often hear his jokes, this time I only smiled thinly since I knew keeping a woman's aura on the opposite sex also includes maintaining attitude.

"Sir, this already wants maqrib. Why did Mr. Julio stop at a woman's house, it was directly between Fahmi here no need to stop by shopping first."

"O, so if I come early can stop by, huh? Well, tomorrow I'll come sooner."

"It's not so." I answered almost in despair.

"If I come to offer you a job how, isn't that Bu Hani's fortune? Can reject the windfall?"

"Sir Julio why so mulet that, anyway. I'm still a man's wife, sir. If we were just guardians and teachers, we are different types so there are limits to be maintained."

"When you're in the office how? Aren't there many male colleagues? Just think of me as that. So I came here as a co-worker."

"How can Mr Julio deceive God's view?"

"Fool how? I'm here to offer you a job for Ms. Hani."

"Sir Julio isn't kidding?" I asked confused while holding the shame of being mistaken, it was difficult to talk to people who liked to joke.

"Yes. I just got wound up a Muslim clothing boutique. I need a model for her dress commercial photo. I want Ms. Hani to be the model. Don't worry, the pose is polite."

"There's plenty. But I want to make an advertisement for Muslim clothes with my family. The model is Ms. Hani, Fahmi, and.I."

"I've agreed, Mother." Fahmi who came carrying a tray containing drinks, suddenly chimed in the words of Mr. Julio.

"Huh?" I covered my mouth with my palm, unable to contain my surprise.

Mr. Julio glanced at me who was still limp could no longer speak. He took a cup of iced tea made by Fahmi and drank it until it was no longer there.

"Deal, aye. Well I say goodbye, I'll tell Fahmi again when we start working together. Okay?" Mr. Julio invited Fahmi tos, then said goodbye to him while telling him to always obey and help me diligently.

We drove the man to his car. Fahmi looks very happy.

"Sir Julio, I need time for the offer. Can...." I hesitated, but I did not continue when I saw Fahmi looking at me with disappointment.

"All right, sir, I'm ready. But then we'll make the rules together, yeah."

"Good, Mom, sure. We paste a dozen later." Gurau Pak Julio as he drove his car.

I just laughed after the car drove, the brown-skinned man was indeed a limited edition.

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Days passed, weeks changed. The first week in January, when I was just coming home from work was surprised by a figure I was so eager to avoid being seen waiting for my return at the gate. I also asked Fahmi to enter the house first.

"Mom, it feels like you lack gratitude. I think your life has been quiet since you had a husband. Why is it still ruining my life. How do you know this house?" I asked without asking Dini to enter the house, we just stood in front of the gate.

"I can check the location of your house from Bayu's phone." It shows my husband's cell phone.

"Ooo, which phone owner? Could've brought your phone."

"The wood is still in the office. He's a good husband, he helped me finish my job at the office. It's easy to take this phone from him. Oh yes, I have a good offer for you" he said grinning with a serious look.

"Oh, Mom, sorry. I have no interest. Please don't bother me. Go home!"

"Listen first. It's a house key in the next town and a deposit in my name that we can melt down together later. I'll also get you a job there."

"What's all that for?"

"For your move to the next town. Get out of this town without leaving any more traces."

"Why?"

"The wood still remembers her son. Frankly, I don't like it, he often daydreams. You're also not letting Fahmi see his father, so let's assume I'm helping you."

"Hey, or Bayu also remember the days with me that turned out to be happier than when you were with you at this time?"

"Don't make me withdraw the offer, you want Bayu to stay away from your son right?"

"Dini Bu... Go home!"

"You always make it difficult every time I ask for a little understanding. Ye know? Bayu must stay with me, for he must restore my honor."

What did Dini mean by saying that? I looked at him with a confused look. The woman seemed to hold an endless amount of the silence of life.