I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

Chapter 44. Outlook Subject

A moment later, the four of us were already walking down the streets of the city. Throughout time, Fahmi and Mr. Julio told me a lot about their school activities. While I, looking at the back of Mr. Julio while keeping a sense of wonder at the man who all persuaded me not to tire.

What is Mr Julio fighting for in my figure? A widow with two children, no longer young, and less beautiful than the woman in her life before knowing me. What makes this man in front of me put his heart on me. And again, as sure as that he felt I would accept his figure in my life after myself later.

"Already equal. Not far, right? At nine we will be home. It's nine." Mr. Julio slowed down the speed of the car as it entered the restaurant parking lot. My son rushed down first impatiently.

"Sorry so make it complicated and troublesome, sir," I said softly, almost only heard by myself.

Mr. Julio turned towards me, "Bu Hani thanks to something?"

"It doesn't matter, sir," I said to prepare to go down.

"But I heard. You never bothered me, Hani. Even if you ask me to give you a place to live right now, it doesn't bother me. You know that luxurious mansion nearby the home of artist Anang Hermansyah?"

I shook my head confused. "That's Mr Julio's house?"

"No, no matter whose house," said Mr. Julio.

I just looked at him holding a smile. "What do you mean, sir?"

"Nothing. I just want to make you smile. Let's go down, pity Fahmi."

Walking a distance, I chose a little far behind Mr. Julio who walked first side by side with Fahmi.

Before long, we had been sitting four of us in the corner of the restaurant, waiting for the order to come. Fahmi chose the chicken menu, while I gave up the same choice as Mr. Julio. I want to know what suits me.

Not to mention our order came, Fahmi bailed to the toilet. I brought up my eyeballs, my son had gone too far - they had a mood so that I could just sit alone with his graphic design teacher.

"Let Mommy deliver, all Mothers also want to go to the toilet. We go to the toilet first, sir." I said slowly, staring fixedly at Fahmi so that he understood it is not good to excessively bring me closer to the man sitting in front of me.

My son nodded while leaving his phone to Mr. Julio, then walked quickly ahead of me. I stared at him until I could not see him and turned the corner of the restaurant. My departure from home on that day, must have been very imprinted in Fahmi's memory, I think he was so understanding lara the heart of his mother that he had to ignore his father.

The frail soul of my son, which I had feared since fretting about separating from my husband, did not take long. The sense of loss will be the figure of Mas Bayu, slowly we can go through both.

If Allah will ease the arrival of a successor figure Mas Bayu, my son's opinion will certainly be the main foundation to determine my decision.

I came back earlier than Fahmi, landed my body weight on Mr. Julio's front seat. And ask questions.

"It's as tall as we've been. What are your hopes for her?" said Mr. Julio softly when he saw me continue to wait for Fahmi's arrival.

"My hopes are with Fahmi?" I returned nervously.

"Yes" replied Mr. Julio quickly.

"I really want him fulfilled his religion, life of the world, and also the hereafter.it's my prayer every after prayer." Unknowingly, in the conversation I had started to refer to myself as me, not me as usual. Maybe I'm starting to feel more comfortable.

"Super cool. Best mom's. Inshaallah. Your son is good in his personal character, not many of my students are as good as he is. We're almost similar in nature, very fast connect every discuss anything."

"Why? Is it because Bayu chose another woman and then you think you failed to be a good wife, is that it?"

"Come, Mr. Julio. It felt like my world collapsed when I knew there was another woman. I once lamented my shortcomings, tried to learn from the other woman's strengths, and still failed to survive."

"I fell you. I've felt it too. Stop harboring that worthless feeling. It's not your fault that your husband chooses another woman, he who loses is wasting a woman as good as you."

My head that had been lowered from earlier, immediately looked up shrouded in disbelief. Really, I don't think that nice guy ever felt a sense of betrayal.

Curiosity ambushed me, but urung asked when Fahmi came almost along with the waitress who approached our table to deliver the order. My son was sitting on Mr. Julio's side, but when he saw the interesting aquarium in view he moved closer to the aquarium.

"Sir Julio ever left his girlfriend?" much slowly.

"Not girlfriend. But my wife."

I stammered as that pair of shady eyes again looked at me. The demons were strewn between us, I realized that.

"Please don't look at me often, sir. Subject view. It takes a long time to talk about religious norms about ikhtilat. We'll start eating right now. You can find your own knowledge later. I am also in the process of learning to be better because I want the best life path God has given me."

"of courses. Thanks for being reminded. I am also just starting to learn to be a good person. Let me tell you a lot more you need to know about me."

The man suddenly fell silent, making me worry about him.

"Sorry, Mr. Julio. I didn't mean to patronize or offend you."

"Why do you always apologize for what you have to remind me of. That's how it should be. You don't need to worry about me, after this we won't see you often. Just pay attention to your son well."

"Sorry, Mr. Julio."

"I'm sorry again?"

"Hehehe, yes, sorry."

"No apologies to you."

"Hehe." My tongue is muddy, I can only laugh a little.

Good thing Fahmi came before things got complicated. At the moment, I have not found the right word, can not explain to Mr. Julio if my view on love is very different. If I had known to love Mas bayu whole soul without knowing how to keep that love in order to be worth worship to heaven together, together, now I dream of having a pair of hands that lead me to worship in marriage up to His jannah.

My children are so happy to enjoy our togetherness. Now Mr. Julio talks more to my son, not even looking at me anymore. He also did not ask if the menu he chose for me I liked. There was a sense of relief filling my chest cavity, at least Mr. Julio started to know the value of life I believed in.

Time seems to roll fast. As he promised, the man invited us home after our meal. We also went to the exit of the restaurant by keeping the future in each of them.

As perfect as man's plan, God's plan is always more perfect. I never knew what good God kept secret in the pages of my days ahead. Believe me, Hani, God will never deny ... What is promised to you will be fulfilled at some time if you continue to hold on to the value of religion. Look now, the broken branches have started to grow and are more beautiful than ever. The whispers of my heart, strengthened my confidence while stepping quietly behind the back of the mature brown man who walked side by side with my son.