I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

Chapter 50. The Arrival of Mother-in-Law.

"Patience and strength, Mommy. Hope your problem is resolved soon. Maybe this is a rebuke for you, ask forgiveness from God. I have to enter the house," I said softly, trying to escape from the embrace.

In the past every hand was clenched, my heart felt like it was pounded hard to make me drown in its charm, but now I try to brush it off.

"Oh my God, why is my life like this. I'm really sorry, Hani. Very sorry." Mas Bayu did not release me from his arms.

" I'm sure Mas will be able to get through the difficulties. Dare to do must dare to bear the consequences. I want to see mom," I said, hoping to get out of the chest.

Mas Bayu did not answer, lay his head on my shoulder, and still let the minutes pass without hearing my request, until I began to fret.

I should have cheered when Mas Bayu's zholim deed to me finally reaped its calamity. When I found out she wasn't happy with Dini, I should have laughed at her and patted her on the chest shouting, Look, you're happier when you're with me, right?' However, I have truly forgiven her attitude. Only by sincerely my heart is lighter through the titian of my life at this time. I'm sure, using Mas Bayu actually strengthens my steps.

Ja. Too long holding in anger will actually eat away at the good side of my soul so that my life will not calm down. I forgive Mas Bayu for my own sake. Just forgive, not take it back to me.

"Mas, I'm going to go in the house. Go home, solve your problems." Dilute the body, hoping that the crib loosens. I can't afford to be rude, seeing it as broken as that is enough to make me feel sorry.

"Hani .. I'm tired," she wrote.

"Mas, get up and solve your problem. We just wait for the divorce verdict, accept that. So please don't touch me again like this." As hard as I tried to open my eyes to see the reality of our relationship that has been wrecked.

"Samma ...."

"Please, understand. Accept the results of your life choices." I reaffirm.

"Weight, Han, weight," he groaned softly.

"For my mother's sake, be strong and patient."

"For mother? tanyanya held back.

"Yes, who else are you fighting for. The kid? He's even been living for a long time."

"I told Early to give money to the child, not given?"

I shook my head quickly.

"That's it. Now it's better to settle your business in the company, not to be processed by law."

With a heavy heart, Mas Bayu took off his embrace as I started trying to wriggle slowly.

"Please, Hani, you still want to hear my grievances. If only you would withdraw your lawsuit," he lamented my attitude.

"Don't dream if you don't want to be disappointed, Mas. Face your problems one-on-one. Find it early, finish it at your office."

Mas Bayu looked at me with a look of despair, then looked down when he saw me leave him.

"Hani, forgive mom ..." The mother-in-law immediately hugged me while sobbing as I walked in to meet her who was already sitting in the living room.

"Mother don't mind much. Just rest in the room, Hani wants to take a bath, wait again maqrib." I rubbed my mother-in-law's back slowly, then swept her into the room.

Maybe for mom, I'm impressed beggar, forgiving, willing to still be nice to people who have been arbitrary to me. Not because I'm weak, but that's my way of improving myself. There's no point in me letting the pain crimp for long. It would hinder my way forward.

Who doesn't get angry when they're attacked? I think everyone will react similarly, at first angrily accepting the treatment of zholim. However, the more I harbored the anger would be reflected in my attitude which definitely tended to be bad. Someone who does not put space in his heart to forgive, how can be a positive person, then it will be difficult to realize in which part of the self is to be improved.

It has been two days that my mother-in-law lives with us, she looks fresher than when she just came to this house yesterday.

This afternoon, he patiently accompanied me to prepare the dishes for our dinner, although over and over I asked mom to just sit down.

"Hani, mom's old. Maybe I'll be a little later." Suddenly, my mother-in-law spoke something uncomfortable in my hearing.

"Why do you talk like that? Age is God's secret."

The mother-in-law took a deep breath and took the burden off her heart. "I don't think mom's life is happy anymore without you."

"Hani is still living far away, mother can come here anytime she meets mother's grandchildren," I said comforting mother-in-law.

"Can't you continue the household with Bayu anymore?" ask me doubtful and shrewd.

"Sorry, maybe not until another month we officially divorced, ma'am. Mas Bayu never came to trial, so the verdict was faster."

"Oh Allah, Hani. Can you see that mom is miserable alone? Bayu makes mom's house uncomfortable."

"It's not that, Mom. From the beginning Mas Bayu is close to Dini already Hani reminded. I didn't take action to prevent their closeness, so it wasn't my fault that I split up."

"Yes. But people can make the wrong decision, can not be given another chance? the mump has not been knocked by the judge."

I shook my head as I poured the freshly cooked vegetables into the bowl.

In a doldrums, mom helped me pick up the browned fried fish. Both of us arranged the cooking on the table.

I rubbed my mother's shoulders slowly, clutching her who was busy wiping the tears on her face.

"Already, Mom, already. We can still be like in-laws and daughters-in-law, mother is still my grandmother. Don't hesitate to come, this house is also the mother's residence." I hug mom warm.

After the maqrib, my mother-in-law and I were sitting side by side at the dinner table, we were waiting for the child to eat together. The roar of the car stopping in front of the house rang out, disturbing the silence between the two of us. I stood up quickly, asking mom to come out with me, it seemed like Mas Bayu had come to pick up his mother.

"Assalamu'alaikum," cried a man my age from the front of the gate.

I didn't recognize him, I just saw the car this time. Until a woman of grace got down from the car, I realized who my guest was and half ran towards the gate.

"Wa'alikumussalam's chat. Mrs Dito? Sorry I thought who, I was confused earlier, so long open the gate." I said shaking open the fence.

The woman always smiled warmly every time she looked at me and asked me to shake hands, then she kissed and hugged me tightly. Without hesitating he walked in to accompany my steps, we immediately familiar with each other as if we had known each other for a long time even though we had only met once.

Looking at the mother-in-law standing on the porch of the house, Ms Dito smiled as she greeted kindly, "Hani's mother? Healthy, mom?"

"No. I am his mother-in-law. Whose mother, huh?" asked my mother-in-law in a slightly unfriendly voice.

"Oh, sorry. I guess his mother. I'm Mrs Dito. Hani's business partner's husband, and my son Julio Hani's special friend." Ms. Dito introduced herself with confidence.

"Go in, ma'am. We continue to talk inside. Outside of a lot of mosquitoes." I hurriedly melted the atmosphere as I saw my mother-in-law's face seem to be getting tense.

The two twilight-aged women followed my door. The man I had with the driver of Pak Dito's family caught up with us while carrying a lot of souvenirs at the table.

I nodded in thanks, wanting to bring the food inside but hesitating to leave the two middle-aged women who were still looking at each other.