I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

Chapter 43. Just Dinner

"You've given me an answer. You must be with that rich guy." Again, Mas Bayu made a conjecture as if I were the most khilaf.

"Fahmi called me, Mas. Just call Fahmi tomorrow. Assalamu'alaikum." I closed the call immediately, refraining from getting carried away by Mas Bayu's anger.

Wicked? Yes, Mas Bayu has committed zholim to me. Not a single moment crossed my mind he would have the heart to throw me away. However, not the slightest bit of resentment was held in my heart against him. To me, he is still my son's father. Everything that has happened I return to the Khalik, only then can I feel with a heavy heart.

The sound of Fahmi on the porch of the house teased my silence until the idea of Mas Bayu passed in the cold of the night wind. From the living room, I could see my heart running towards the fence, welcoming the figure they were waiting for his arrival.

The tall, mature-skinned man had arrived. He said his greetings, painted a warm smile on his face, and rubbed the head of my heart. Which mother will not condense the corner of her eyes if she sees such a warm scene, watching her son sparkle and be embraced lovingly by someone who resembles their father.

In front of the living room window I was stunned, hesitating to welcome Mr. Julio who began to look restless looking for my whereabouts who never came out to see him. For a moment, fear ambushed me. What a difference would I be with the Bayu mas if I was currently responding to the attention of that humble man. Not yet officially divorced, but giving way for other men to approach me, isn't that the same as knitting a forbidden thread?

"Mother.." exclaimed Fahmi calling me, he dyed while entering looking for me in the guest room.

"Eh, yes. Mother is here," I said softly.

By the window, I was still standing withstanding the trembling of the body because in my view it was clear that Mr. Julio was sitting on the terrace chair right in front of my eyes, it is only blocked by glass and blinds in the shape of a pole that blocks the view of outsiders.

"Come, it's been waiting for Mr. Julio," whispered Fahmi.

Like a statue, my legs feel heavy to swing. 'The man is visiting, glorifying the guest is there, ' the whisper of my heart removes the excitement of the other side of my mind

"Awhile" I said very softly.

"Later in the night, bun."

Fahmi grabbed my hand, leading me slowly until my feet were carried away by his steps.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. I brought this. Don't think of it as a gift, but a form of appreciation for Bu Hani's success. I'm happy too." Mr. Julio stood up, gave me some tote bags with a fluffy smile.

"Wa'alikumsal. Mr. Julio is excessive, I managed to brading also because of the help of the father. But, this is too much. I just take one how?" I said while putting the six tote bags back on the terrace table.

Instead of answering me, Mr. Julio turned to Fahmi, who was looking at us uneasily, and could not wait to go to dinner. The tall man also unlocked the door of his vehicle through the remote, then asked Fahmi to wait in the car.

"Please, don't be rejected. This is all Muslim clothes, it must be useful for Ms. Hani. Give me a chance to get a reward, is not every used to close the aurat then I will also get the reward of his kindness?"

"Sa..ya.... What does her dress model look like? I mean, is it appropriate for a Muslim?" I was confused to choose the word, anxious to imagine the choice of modern men I thought was far from the Muslim clothing that should be. In addition, receiving his gift can really be a burden to me. It could cause slander later.

Mr. Julio grabbed a cell phone from his pocket, then rushed with a vibrating finger to show me pictures of Muslim clothes. Instantly, I held back an amused smile, he cried, feeling a sense of insecurity also near me until his fingers trembled.

"It has to be fast, huh? Pak Julio is already quite busy still had time to open a boutique. I have to set the time first," I said while holding a doubt tote bag at the table.

"These are preparations for my wife later. I think that when a woman is married, she should be willing to give up her ambition to create a home paradise for her husband and children. So, my wife doesn't need to work."

"Loh, the boutique must be managed. Mr. Julio's wife will still have to leave the house, dong." I give myself a different opinion with the man, this conversation is enough to make me spurred to speak a little loud.

"Yes. But, yes, every day. Just occasionally. The boutique can be autopilot managed by employees. Let my wife cram at home, she can still feel self-identity if she has activities. Don't you agree?"

"agree. Mak ... my sud, Mr. Julio's opinion has a point."

I lowered my head deeper, maybe my face reddened with embarrassment, feeling very bo-doh carried by the strands the man said until stuck revealing the feeling in my heart.

"Come, ah. Night hunt, pity Fahmi tuh." The man hurriedly stood up while waiting for me to get up from my seat.

"Sir Julio. Can you eat it near here? We're not mahram, sorry we shouldn't go together. But because we went three yes still can, just have to keep the attitude. If you can go, don't be long."

"Hmmm. Wh why? Not good to see others? I'm not messing around either, am I? Just dinner."

"Mother, my splinters are starting to yawn, let's go" Fahmi exclaimed from inside the car.

Mr. Julio gave his thumbs up to Fahmi, then hurriedly stepped towards his black car. I shook my head, why is my son so excited to bring me closer to his teacher? It was as if he was so disappointed in what his father did to me that he wanted to see me happy again.

A moment later, Mr. Julio turned to look at me who had not yet locked the door. I didn't even have a bag or just a wallet in my hand. The man came back closer, then said softly, "We can make it first, dear Ms. Hani. Rest assured, I'm not kidding. I'm patient until it's all halal for us."

Those pair of shady eyes were looking at me, but I couldn't help but reply. I was busy asking myself, did Mr Julio really understand the teachings of our religion? My astonishment is not baseless, the man looks modern and from the business man. Does he have enough time to study religion?

"Keep, if the future doesn't continue for one reason how?" many nervous.

"Move on, Mrs Hani. Our goal is to achieve goodness, right? Move on! Don't bring back the past, if you ask, I'll help you break up. But I don't dare to nawarin, wait for you to be ready to move on from your husband. I'm just trying to fight. Andai lost, I'm still heartened to accept fate."

"I'll wait in the car, let's just say I'm your driver tonight if it makes you feel lighter to leave."

"Sir Julio. Sorry, I don't mean hard-hearted or pretentious. But that's how I believe as long as a little science I know." I can only apologize, I know the owner of those shady eyes is looking at me while being annoyed.

"not mind's. I was also too serious from earlier, so it was getting hungrier. You can see me pale withholding hunger? Come on." Comeon." Smile again covered that thick-browed face, making me just nod.