I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

Chapter 41. The listless-faced Man

Without a chance to prevent, the man came back he was standing outside the house, still standing waiting in front of the fence next to his parked car.

Afraid Mas Bayu stepped onto the porch of the house while lowering his face. There seemed to be a longing on his face, doubtful, I stepped in to welcome his arrival.

Mas Bayu took off his coarse breath, then sat on the terrace steps like a confused person. Looking at the almost dark sky, I think it should not be the right time for Mas Bayu to come, soon azan maqrib. Even I haven't had time to clean myself since I just got home, but this verbal powerless to ask him to leave.

"I don't know why from the office came back here," said Mas Bayu bowed deeply.

Hearing the sluggish-faced man's expression, I felt sorry for not being able to say the word to comfort him, my heart still endured the lack of recovery. "A minute, I'll grab a drink first, Mom," I said I couldn't bear to see the man drown without passion.

Although my heart keeps lara, but I still make Mas Bayu a cup of tea. Then he called Fahmi and asked her to deliver the drink to his father. In the meantime, I want to take a bath as quickly as I can before Maqrib time comes.

Half-heartedly with a bent face Fahmi fulfilled my request. I stared at his sturdy body, hesitating to meet his father on the porch. Hopefully by seeing his favorite son can be a little comforting to the heart of Mas Bayu. Despite pity, I really can't be by his side anymore right now.

Although only flushed the body a moment of time, tired and tired my body because all day work was changed with a fresh taste. Kumandang azan was heard earlier, I rushed to the terrace to call Fahmi to pray maqrib worshipers.

I saw Fahmi sitting quietly far enough away on the same steps as Mas Bayu. My steps were stifled, when I heard my son speaking in a heavy voice to his father.

"Why hasn't the tea been drunk? You want to stay here longer?" ask Fahmi.

"Dad's still tired. In a moment, I still want to sit here. How's school?" I heard Mas Bayu was trying to find a topic of conversation with his son.

"Didn't Auntie get mad at me for coming here? Not long ago the aunt came madarin mother. Fahmi ngak want daddy make mother sad continue. Just go home, Dad." Fahmi answered flatly, he actually talked about his regret in Dini.

"Auntie's here?"

I saw Fahmi nod, until Mas Bayu quickly stood up with an angry look.

"Fahmi, we pray first" I quickly cried out from behind their backs, until the two turned their heads together. I don't know if I'm afraid my son will say something disrespectful if he's allowed to keep talking.

"Yes, Bun. Fahmi wudhu first," answered my son as he walked away from me and his father.

"Hani, can I pray here?"

Only able to nod, I couldn't possibly ask the man to leave without praying just yet. Walking hand in hand, I passed in followed by Mas Bayu. We stepped slowly in the evening like two people who were carrying heavy loads on their shoulders. Maybe in our hearts still stored a few happy memories for a dozen years ever together. However, the reality that exists today is not as beautiful as those memories.

"Wudhunya there, we pray in the middle room only," I said in a flat voice, I left the man to prepare his prayer needs.

There was a look of sadness on the face of the man who had been replaced by his position as priest of prayer by his son. The look on his face was getting lethargic, it seemed that Mas Bayu felt that if he was wasted, it was really not a part of the two of us anymore.

Fahmi greeted me after praying, then he dared to reach Mas Bayu's hand after I signaled that Fahmi also salim to his father. My son, he still looks bent in the face.

"You guys okay while you're here?" mas Bayu asked me softly when Fahmi returned to the room to save his alphabet.

I nodded for sure. "Hurry home, Mom, it's night. We're getting a divorce soon, it's not appropriate to be this close."

"As long as it hasn't been decided, you're still my wife. I still deserve to see you."

"What are you still looking for me for? It's here, less what is it? Clever and beautiful. Go home quickly!" I walked towards the door of the house, hoping Mas Bayu followed me out.

"If I tell you why I married Dini, will it make you forgive me?"

I shook my head quickly, not wanting to hear anything else that could add to lara's incision in my heart.

"You know I'm boring.just know take care of the house, no more interesting and not as smart as Early. You forgot my dozen years who accompanied you, served you until you forgot to take care of yourself. No, Mas! Don't tell me why you married Dini, enough! I'm comfortable with my situation now."

"Julio. That guy makes you feel comfortable. Yeah, right, Hani? Aye, right?" tanya Mas Bayu bertubi while holding my shoulder firmly.

Screaming quickly while trying to escape from Mas Bayu's heavy hand on my shoulder, I reminded the man to dilute his voice for the good of his son. The man's hand fell off my shoulder, and he stepped out of the house. I stared at his back from the doorway, until he suddenly stopped walking and turned around.

"Tell Hani, is there not a single bit of affection in your heart for me?" ask with a look of regret.

"I was worried waiting for you to come home late, but you were having fun with that woman. I've always been there but you're not, I fight with you but another woman you consider to be as pretty as an angel. So, do you think my heart can still hold dear?" I said as I approached Mas Bayu, so that he could see the firmness in my face.

"I won't even come to the trial. Let the judge decide, at least there is still a chance for me to ask you to refer because I never once said a split word. Yes, I will wait until you can apologize."

I stuck my throat to hear Mas Bayu's words. I can't think hard about his attitude. He chose to turn to another woman, but now he easily wants me to take him back. He did not realize the depth of disappointment and hurt in my heart. Fortunately God still gave me firmness, easing my way to work again and presenting a friend as tough as Luluk beside me.

"Part yourself well. Don't be so easily hooked on Julio. I won't give up until you see my sincerity. I'm home." Mas Bayu said his greetings, stepped back to his car and drove his vehicle quickly.

Although my feelings are still there for Mas Bayu, he needs to understand that he no longer exists. How he has divided with other women. It was hard, heavy, even as if he could not believe the man could turn away.

Sometimes, God seems to make something disappear like being snatched, when in fact it wants to be replaced with a more appropriate one. If Allah wills me and Mas Bayu together again, there will be a way of goodness that will be the secret and will of God. All I know is, now I just want to get officially divorced from that guy.