I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

Chapter 47. Women of the Past

Early Part

"Mom doesn't know what's going on with you. Every midnight storm knows no time. Every mother nasehati, you shut up for a while and then noisily again. I think I'd like to go with Hani!"

The face of Ms. Rukmini who had been wrinkled was getting older and just holding back the annoyance. Bayu's mother was angry while pointing at me and her son alternately. She continued a series of tips on being a good wife to hear. However, all his words were like the wind that blew in my hearing so that they did not enter the heart.

I stood beside the guest chair, turning my face away. The middle-aged woman loved me very much at first, but now she easily lost her temper. There is nothing different about me, I am still being kind to my mother and her child. It was they who changed their attitude since Hani and her son left this house forever.

From the tail of my eyes, I could see Bayu taking his mother back to the room, without caring about me. My teeth clashed against each other in disappointment, sitting me for a moment pensively in the guest chair, before finally hastily stepping into the room.

"Try you apologize first with the husband, my son is always devastated every time Hani apologizes." The woman who is now my father-in-law, held me back as I passed through the door of her room that had not been closed.

"Not got it wrong, Mom. How about to apologize."

"Yes, just apologize, as long as your husband is calm in his heart," urged the mother.

'Sound! it's not wrong to apologize!' I said complaining in my heart

"You heard no, Dini!"

"Yes, Mom, I'm sorry later if Bayu apologizes first," I said quietly leaving the elderly woman standing alone pecking at the door of her room.

Hani again, Hani again! I'd rather compare it with me for my own. One more step into the room that was once Bayu and Hani's room, I got more upset and turned towards Fahmi's room and went inside. In the room with shades of all blue melon, I fell, tears spilled forcing the tip of my finger to wipe the corner of the eye holding tightness itself.

I thought I'd be a special lady by living in this house. A house that holds a lot of good memories between me and Bayu. I sighed, getting drowned in the endless warm droplets streaming down my cheeks.

Plunged on top of Fahmi's soft bed, I didn't hear a single bit of Bayu calling me who didn't catch up with him to the room. Unfortunately, I could not sleep and cry alone until the morning almost before. All because of a brown-eyed woman named Hani.

Still unable to close my eyes, I got up and sat on the edge of the bed. I guess, I'm going through what's called 'force the will'. In this world, everything that 'forced by snatching away someone else' might end up in pain. I realized that, but my mind was defeated by the wishful thinking I wanted to achieve.

Cowering, I miss my former self still clean from the sin of adultery, a Dini who dared to look to the future because of the intelligence possessed. Every human being wants to be happy by being themselves.

"Life is like you and light. A shadow will follow its owner. On the road where you choose to tread, there your shadow will be created." Mama told me when I told her to marry Siri to Bayu represented by the judge because papa was gone.

Now I just understand what Mom means. Now my shadow is like someone who never had a place. I am welcome to enter this house but as a stranger put in the most worn out room, and let it stay for abandon.

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"You see this? A copy of the receipt of a sum of money from the financial section for the cost of the product patent. There is your signature. But the money doesn't go to advertising partners who are entitled to receive." I waved a copy of the paper in front of Bayu's face.

"You're sneaky. Where's the money now? It's okay, I can still track through the transactions in the financial section of the company."

"It won't do, baby. The money manager is in your hands. Transaction to your hands. I've defrosted you with your power of attorney and identification. You forgot to sign a power of attorney to drain your account? Haha." I laughed satisfied leaving Bayu who was preparing to enjoy his mother's cooking this morning.

"I'll go first. No need to go to the office than to be ashamed. Bye bye Bayu, I'll wait somewhere. Just find me."

Half ran me out of the house and locked the door from the outside.I put the key in the flower pot and then stepped casually into my car. It takes time for Bayu to catch up with me. There was no way he could get out of a window that was firmly attached to an iron trellis. Before I had also locked the back door of the house, all I had planned well. I want my suffering in that house to pay off by seeing Bayu's life more ruined than mine.

Rush I drove my car to a famous company that will be my next job.I darted on the road overtaking vehicles with a berserk in the chest. A small humming flowed melodiously from my mouth, covering my bleeding heart withstanding the grief.

I am brave

I am bruised

I am who ICM mean to be, this it me

Unable to finish the humming, my heart fidgeted until my eyes blurred in the shadows of tears. A quick swab of both my eyes, expelling the cry that was already about to break.

Now, I just have to wait for Bayu to ruin his career until he has nothing left. What if that guy just came back after Hani instead of looking for me? I can judge the brown-eyed woman's character well by all her attitudes as long as I'm familiar. It was unlikely that he would receive Bayu back.

My phone rings incessantly. Mr. Dito Wardhana called me and I ignored him. Yes, the destruction of Bayu will soon roll.

Now, I have to meet someone first before heading to my secret residence. A man from Julio's past. The figure that I thought could help me drown Hani's dream to be with the son of the owner of Superindo. I was so upset always compared to that beautiful brown-eyed woman. Not willing to see him happy because the woman is the source of the heartache of my life.

A strong building loomed in front of me. The woman I called on the phone yesterday was waiting for me. Salsabila name, the woman who I seek her existence through social media, then exchange phone numbers and seiya seiya once achieve the same goal.