I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

Chapter 42. My Smile Without you

A line of work awaits me at the office today. Climbing my workroom, it means I must leave all the burdens of thought and heartbreak far hidden. Focus and focus on work, one of the ways I rise from the slump after sincerely living the destiny and not stopping prayers of kindness for me and my children.

Just like me, Luluk also looks busy at his desk. We are pursuing targeted branding from several large companies that we just received a collaboration project last week.

Just as the clock ticked down on the laptop, a knock on the door sounded disturbing my and Luluk's busyness. Sir Kevin was at the entrance to the room in a hurry.

"Cool moms, there's good news for you. Go to the Superindo office, sign your royalty receipt file. The product was a success, there were many bonuses waiting," said Mr. Kevin with a proud look, he even went to see us without calling by phone to face his room.

Luluk and I stared at each other. Not until a month of advertising runs, the branding project in the Mas Bayu company that we handled was finally booming. My best friend immediately hugged me, gleaming with gratitude at our achievements. My savings account will suddenly get fat. Maybe my dream of buying a house could be realized soon.

The success of my project is exactly what I experienced when successfully branding first when working together first with Mas Bayu. I used to be able to buy a car that I used until now, send my parents to the holy land, buy jewelry and the rest I save.

Allah is Rich, Allah does not want to be punished, my prayers are granted and the door of sustenance is opened for me. Now, there is no need to rely on Mas Bayu to support my son. There is a God I lean upon and ask.

Divorce is something God hates. However, my marriage was no longer able to maintain when the shadow of a third person made my marriage no longer present keenngan.

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Luluk and I had just finished signing the royalty acceptance agreement file, when Dini walked into the room to congratulate us. She swayed gracefully towards us, looking beautiful hearing her red lips lit up as usual.

"Congratulations, Mothers. But not only because you are our product successful, our team is also good effort. Wait for the dinner-invitation from our division, yes. Don't forget to bring your partner." Dini congratulated without missing out to mock us as well. She knew Luluk was a single parent and I was in the process of getting divorced.

"Wow, is there eating too? Eeem, eating at people's husbands' houses isn't it? Don't worry, we're fine women." Luluk whispered in Dini's ear, but still heard by me who was standing with him.

Early face stiffened withstanding anger. Luluk quickly pulled me to say goodbye to everyone in the room. We left a sour look on Dini's face.

I can't believe Mas Bayu is waiting for me at the elevator door. He reached out, wanting to congratulate me. There were some people waiting to enter the elevator as well, I also maintained my courtesy and received a congratulatory message from Mas Bayu.

"Here, remember in a moment you are not the mahram, do not over hold his hand." Luluk mocked Mas Bayu.

My ex-husband became nervous and could not say another word. He shifted his body, giving us a way to enter the elevator. I still see Mas Bayu staring at me until the elevator door closes, does he really realize his mistake? Didn't he really crave the other woman/Ah, I don't know, it could be that this time it has warmed up to his relationship with Dini. I saw that smart lady looked fine.

"Julio would love to hear our branding succeed. Don't forget his help. Logo, packaging and product slogan of the idea is indeed top abis, print ads so cool. Call there, gih." Luluk worked his eyes with flirtatiousness.

"I don't have Julio's phone number" I said out the elevator door first.

"What's? Julio didn't ask for your contact number, did you? You are so innocent as a person. How can you get closer if you don't save each other's contact numbers?"

luluk exclaimed in great astonishment as he took my steps.

"Well, I'm not divorced yet, Luluk! If you're divorced, still have to keep my marwah as a woman."

"Didih, what is marwah? Since when do you talk weird, I don't understand."

"Makanya is studying. Let's fix ourselves together. It is never too late to learn. You still want to get married, right? you know, a woman's nearest door to heaven is with her husband. I hope to see your soul mate soon, yeah."

"Hey, you dong too. We're neighbors in heaven, hehehe. By the way, what the fuck was that, marwah?"

"Marwah is honor and dignity. Our religion upholds the importance of maintaining self-respect as well as the honor of others. Even with this hijab I try to keep my marwah, you can also."

'A. I'm not ready yet."

"That thing came wasn't waiting for us to be ready. Trust me, you'll feel more comfortable later, I've felt."

"Pray me, yes. But soon this isn't ready." Luluk looked down deeply, then accelerated his pace towards where our car was parked.

Don't be asked the feeling in my heart, of course I'd like to share this happy news with Mr. Julio. But I dare not go that far. It is up to Allah, if His will is sure this happy news will reach also the brown-skinned man.

In the evening, after the congregation prayer, Fahmi was happy not kepalang when I told him about the success of my first project at the beginning of this career. But when I asked them what gifts they wanted to buy, my heart just shook its head.

"Just put it away, Bunn. We will have many needs." Fahmi gave the input.

"Is that?" I said moved.

"Yes, I also want Mommy not too tired to work. The money to save can only be used if the mother already wants to stop working." Fahmy added again.

My eyes warmed, the clear circles almost dripped because of the day, I tried to hold him back not wanting my son to see my tears.

"What if we eat out?" I made a proposal, and my heart welcomed my proposal with enthusiasm.

Fahmi grabs a cell phone from his pocket, then he can be heard calling someone. I sharpened my hearing, my son calling a name made me round my eyes.

"Sir Julio, Mommy's got an ad bonus."

I gestured Fahmi to end the phone, but he kept talking.

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Julio."

Without feeling guilty, Fahmi ended the phone cheerfully, ignoring my angry gaze.

"Fahmi why not permission first if you want to call Mr. Julio!" tegurku.

"Oh, that, Bun. I'm very cool, surely Mr. Julio is also happy to hear the mother successfully make the ad," he replied still not aware of my concerns.

"Yes, but it's good to talk to your mother first. Don't repeat, yeah,"

"Yes, Bun. Excuse me. He said Mr. Julio would send a gift to Mother. We'll be picked up for dinner at the restaurant. Come on, Bun we'll get ready quickly."

Fahmi stood up to prepare himself and had run into his room in the blink of an eye. How could I possibly disappoint my son? It all happened beyond my expectations.

Half-run I followed Fahmi.

"Son, please tell Mr. Julio, dinner is back, please" I said to Fahmi to find a way to keep us from leaving.

"Why, Bun? Mr. Julio is here. Pity you not to be?"

"But it was that fast?"

"Yes. Mr. Julio again on the road last time Fahmi phone, it's on the way to come here anyway."

"What?" many nervous. So the thick-browed man had indeed intended to come here, could he have known the happy news?

I stepped into the room to wear my hijab. Really, I still want to avoid men today, avoid bad slander later.

Reluctantly, I chose my clothes that were not many in number. A knee-length tunic and wide skirt I quickly selected, then matched it with a matching color headscarf. Mind restless. I don't even polish my face, let it be.

When he came out of the room, Fahmi reached out his phone to me.

"Daddy phone," he said.

"Thank you, tell dad if we're going for a walk," I said, intending for Mas Bayu to quickly end his call, I still refused to talk to him.

Fahmi turned on the loud speaker on his phone, and then did what I asked.

"Where's the road? Can you join? Grandma misses you guys." Mas Bayu said nervously.

"What is eeem? This is our special event, ' replied Fahmi briefly.

"Her silver? Give the phone to your mom!" Mas Bayu exclaimed.

Reluctantly I was forced to accept a cell phone from Fahmi's hand and ask him to go to the porch.

"Yes, Mum? We're going to go eat out." I repeat fahmi's words again.

"Special dinner..Do you invite a man? You are still my wife! Children are not legal under your care, I can sue you for preventing me and my mother from meeting them." Mas Bayu chased me with a fiery sting.

I just kept quiet. Whispering in my heart. "If you see me now, you can smile without you. Believe me, I once cried for not being able to accept loss, I once put your name in thousands of prayers. I once begged God to give you back to me, and hold you back from seeing the fact that I am worthless in your eyes."

"Dani! Where are you guys? I'll follow you there."

The sound of Mas Bayu's voice echoed in the telenga. I closed my eyes, why do you keep looking for me for your son, Mas? Why only come when we can move on without you?