I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

Chapter 38. The Trapped of Early Love

BAYU POV

It was late when I left the office. Tiredness makes me want to go home and meet my beloved wife, a woman who always welcomes me with tenderness and the scent of perfume that is able to splash explosions on my chest. Missing Hani at home soon made me ignore the tiredness I felt, I stepped in the car and sat behind the wheel.

My phone turned on for a moment and vibrated when I was about to start the car engine, a ringing tone message came in. Apparently there is an inbox in the messenger application with the letter F. I brought up my tired eyes, wondering who's texting me tonight.

Andini Kusumaningty. A name read as the account that sent the message, making my memory instantly leap into the past. The andini? The old one....My finger trembled as it touched the menu of the message until it opened.

(Hallo, arjunaku. Maybe you don't remember me, but when you finally read my message, it means our destiny is still very close.

Howareyou? I heard you're married? Good, I'm so happy. But, know, if you are looking for who loves you the most, then you will find me. Ye know? I still miss you, very much, my heart is still for you.

This post represents for every tightness in the chest because it misses you so long.)

A long message I finally finished reading while holding a loud thump in my heart, and suddenly a sense of tightness spread in my chest cavity when it came to the end of the message. It feels like disbelief, Dini still misses me so much, he finally looks for me again because of the magnitude of love in his heart?

Andini Kusumaningty. Beautiful women are white, active and agile to make my heart once locked long to be interested again in other women. Now, all of a sudden he greeted me through cyberspace.

For a moment I forgot my passionate desire to come home soon to see the fragrance of my wife's body. I actually started busy browsing Dini's account while settling on her beautiful profile photo. Until I can not hold, the finger moved to touch the call menu in messenger.

"How are you, Mum?" His voice still sounded like when he used to greet me warmly.

"Okay, how are you?" I answered with a trembling voice.

"I miss you, Mom." Sobbing, he spilled his heart, sending me back to the memories of us still lingering in the recesses.

"Where have you disappeared, Dini? Tired of me looking for your news."

The woman who had just opened up again the thump in my heart just quietly sobbed. He didn't answer. Then, he asked for my mobile number which I immediately confirmed. We moved reply messages in the green app, then shared an account on IG. Connecting each other all the ways that can link our hearts again.

Since that night, my day was more colorful, never missed without greeting Dini friendly even though he was far in a different province. Safe. My closeness to other women was not in the least kissed by my wife. Hani only knew that I was busy meeting the job target, even when one day I really wanted to go to see Dini to be desperate to fly to his city, my wife still believed that the office task that took me away.

Unstoppable was my longing to meet Dini, fetching the past story to come back. I was stuck deeper and deeper, forgetting that after marriage there should only be a future with a figure who was already on the side.

"You're still as handsome as you used to be, Bayu," whispered Dini. His gaze was still as it used to be, the look was timid but made me drift away unable to escape.

We met after a dozen years apart with no news. With a soft look he told me if he had long been looking for me. Gently his speech is still the same as before, also his body goulash. But that night we spent the night sharing our words.

"I still love you, Bayu. I want to see your face in person, not just over the phone. But, I know there's a heart your wife has to take care of, pity her." Dini spoke with a sad look.

"Just calm down, my wife won't be suspicious. Hani is just a housewife, she won't think anything weird about me."

"I miss you so much, but I know how your wife feels. It's enough to be close to you like this, I'm happy."

"Don't worry, there will come a time when I can divorce my wife" I said convincingly, my hands began to misbehave and Dini persisted in his stance refusing to touch further.

"Patience, Bayu. Wait for me to your town first, we'll get married."

"That's impossible. I mean, it's gonna take a long time, right?" I cried between fearing hurting my wife but also holding back the disappointment of not being able to touch Dini.

"Not long, honey. I've submitted a CV for your company application. Great opportunity, my work experience is appropriate." Dini grazing spoiled.

I who was already in the vortex of the appeal Early, could not run away. The sweet-lipped woman seemed to have stolen my love for Hani until she was no longer left. There are two women in my life.

Shortly after that day, Early speech was proven. He actually arrived in my city to work in the same company as me. I picked her up at the airport with a thousand loves in my eyes. The woman was still the same when we met again, looking at me with a shy look to bring me drowned in the waves of charm.

A week has been my boss, the more my admiration when I realized the more smart and brilliant woman career. He also remained the same, looking at me with a timid look to make it more alive in my heart.

The weeks went by, I could hardly wait to spend thousands of nights with Dini, but she still drew out my breath every time I wanted to touch her.

"How's your wife?" ask Dini whenever we almost spend the night together after office hours.

"I'll divorce her later" I promise, I'm already dark-eyed and blind-minded.

"We're getting married?"

"certain."

"Patience until we get married." Dini asserted again, making me more challenged and no longer remember Hani.

Coming home, it's starting to feel dull to me. Together with Dini more felt spur my heart, especially I did not also manage to touch it even though I tried many times. He made my soul fall within his grasp.

Memories and bursts of love always filled the memory, then penetrated filled my chest cavity. There was only Early I could see in my eyes. Although my wife waited for my return from the office until late, her presence in the bed still did not break my madness about Dini.

Repeatedly coming home late at night, finally making Hani start to suspect me. Moreover, I had unconsciously called Dini in front of him with a twinkle of admiration. My mother who used to expect Dini to be her daughter-in-law was getting closer to the white woman.

I was struck by a spell so powerful from the charm of beauty and the prowess of the Early, that I felt like I saw thousands of good memories we used to be clearly emblazoned despite having been through strokes for a dozen years.

Hani is still beautiful, not much has changed in my eyes in the years of marriage with her. But that's not why I ran to leave him. There is a living water that I feel more in my heart since coming back close to Dini. Awe and passionate love, which I could no longer feel with Hani. A feeling that made me blind and lost.

The more I ignored, the more Hani improved herself as my wife. Suddenly he worked again, taking care and dressing himself to be more interesting. Yet I was just a little shaky, but looked back at Early grasp. Until one day, my son even saw my own greatness with Dini in a mall.

"I want to talk," cried Dini in the afternoon, when Fahmi just saw me with him join hands in the mall.

Early that afternoon forced me to come back to his residence, no longer looking at me with a shy look. He wrapped his hands around my waist tightly and began to mischievously tease me.

Hello besteii, thank you for being faithful to read even though it is often late. Understand many thoughts that damage concentration, because many applications that come hehehe.....

AS FAR AS POSSIBLE, MON BEDEH IS WRONG SAID OTABEH OCAH SE TAK ESAJEH. ⁇