I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

Chapter 49. Tangled-Faced Man

"Do you want to find out what happened?" asked Luluk to me after I told him about missing Dini and Bayu from work without news.

"Curious, anyway. I'm afraid something happened to Mas Bayu."

"Ciee is still worried about her future ex-husband. Julio just do me a favor, okay?" seductive Luluk teased me.

"Husts. Bayu is still Fahmi's father. If he is in trouble, of course I'm afraid my son will be sad later," I replied worriedly.

"Yes, believe. Why don't you call, find out, dong."

"No. Bayu later felt I was still giving attention. Uh, his foreign holiday reward is delayed waiting for his money to go down. Where do you want to go?" I tried to shake off my anxiety, diverting our conversation.

"Want a holiday see the statue of a lion in Paris," replied Luluk chuckled, immediately making me remember the joke of Mr. Julio at that time.

"Hehehe. How about going to the Netherlands, the mother-in-law wants to be able to go to Korea there. I'm curious to see Korea too."

"He's been to Korea. Invite your mother-in-law, ask to help bring a tiker for a title under the sakura tree, haha. Ah ah, our work again." Luluk laughed for a moment, then returned seriously to his laptop.

I shake my head in a fit of anxiety, Luluk likes to be too mocked. Until my mother-in-law is the material of the ledeknya.

"Your trial is waiting for the divorce verdict, right?" Luluk asked briefly.

"Yes" I replied briefly as well.

"Good."

smiling I responded to Luluk, the name of my heart repressed .. I will become a widow, a phase of life that I never imagined would be present in my life. I took a short breath, trying to return my costs to work.

Time rolled by, the afternoon was approaching. As Luluk and I were getting ready to go home, we were surprised by Mr. Kevin's arrival to meet us in the workspace we had almost left behind.

"It should be the deadline only until this afternoon the royalty money from Superindo must be entered. Maybe Mr. Bayu is having difficulties that we do not know why," said Mr. Kevin while apologizing to us because our royalties are retained.

"No papa, sir. It was also our fault, at that time we did not directly follow up the payment. Moga that these three big projects smoothly jaya." Luluk chimed in politely and casually.

Mr. Kevin nodded while giving his thumbs up. "Bu Hani was not contacted by Mr Bayu?"

"Eemm, no, sir. Do I have to call right away?" many doubt.

"If you don't mind. But, we can also wait for news from Superindo again, it is their obligation to complete royalties on time. Mr. Bayu's problem is their internal problem anyway."

"Yes, Mr. Kevin is right." Luluk chimed in on our superior's expression.

"Alright, I'm calm seeing you guys don't have a problem with royalty delays. Please go home first, I have an appointment to meet a prospective branding partner again. May the deal and be your sustenance." Kevin laughed a little.

"Ready, Sir. From what company?" ask Luluk to know.

"Unifarms. Miss Salsabila asked to see you this afternoon because the time is tight, yes I have been forced to go home through work hours," said Mr. Kevin while shrugging his shoulders.

Luluk nodded with a smile as an appreciation of the tenacity of our superiors in maintaining relationships with customers. With a sigh of me and Luluk also paid to go home first.

Walking leisurely with Luluk, but my mind could not calm down, continued to be fixed on Mas Bayu. I was wracked with curiosity as much money as that why could be held up somewhere. Does Mas Bayu wear it for personal use with Dini? I guess I was worried, worried that my son's father was in trouble that could lead him into the realm of law.

The afternoon sunlight made me race to get to school quickly. Afraid that Fahmi had been waiting for me for a long time, but in the middle of the road I just remembered that Fahmi had an exculciating class.

I slowed down the car again. As usual, I had to wait for about an hour until Fahmi got out of his excursion class.

"Without the bread?" A voice rang out from the side of the open car window, teasing my joyful desire to go down to eat bread while reading messages in the WA group office containing jokes of my colleagues.

"Yes, this is the remaining half of the mother's. Got still, anyway. You want?" my question as I look up.

"You, here." The pair of shady eyes glared at me curtailing in laughter.

"Duh, sorry. I guess Fahmi," I said nervously as it turned out that Mr. Julio was standing next to the window.

The tall man laughed as he gestured with his thumb if he understood my unwillingness.

"Bu Hani, I've drafted our partnership for a boutique advertising model. Learn, yeah. Tomorrow, let's go by Fahmi if fix agrees."

"Yes, Mr. Julio."

"Yes, I want to meet Ms. Hani and Fahmi. But if you wait to finish the business of the trial is like my invitation that used to have to be postponed a long time, yes. What if my mom plays at home. Let us bring the driver. Take it easy, I'm not coming, all right."

"Well, the young me was even older. Sorry to be so polite."

"It's okay. The mother wanted. I'm the one who's not polite, the reason for permission to visit. Mama misses her grandson but my niece lives far away, wants to meet Fahmi he said."

I nodded and explained again if I really don't mind accepting Bu Dito's arrival.

"Oh y, where's Fahmi, huh? my many.

"But soon finished, still utak at the task of making the logo of the current beverage product. I'm back in class first. Be careful when you get home." The shady-eyed man left me who was still in the car. I just looked at him and continued to enjoy the half-living bread.

Like half-heartedly, Mr. Julio waved at me unwilling to part. I stared at that straight back until it disappeared from my sight.

Although tired, I still smile eagerly to take and pick up in all my son's activities. Today, almost our maqrib just arrived at the housing.

How surprised I was, from a distance I could see Mas Bayu's SUV parked in front of the gate of our rented house.

Struggled, Mas Bayu approached me who just got off the car. His wrinkled face revealed a great gurat of unrest.

"What's up, Mom?" many quick.

"I need your help. I have a need to get out of town for a few days. Can you put mom in here? Min's mom is not working anymore." Mas Bayu said nervously, looking at me.

I haven't answered, the shock is still coming at me. Until the door of Mas Bayu car opened, my heart was immediately touched to see the mother-in-law with a pale face and looks thinner down from the car. I took the keys from inside the bag, asked Fahmi to come down and meet his grandmother, drove mom into the house. Fahmi salim with his father and then obey my door.

"Maybe, Mas. How many days will you stay?" sincere many.

"I don't know yet. My business is complicated."

"Here you go back to town?" tanyaku.

"Let's go, he's giving me big trouble."

The man looked down deeply, unable to look at me. His body was unable to stand straight, his hands drooping beside his body. It was clear that a big problem was stirring his mind.

"What's that money for, Mom?" I ask you to want to know.

Mas Bayu shook his head weakly, then suddenly he rushed to hug me with his body shaking with the sobbing. I gasped, had no room to escape.