I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

Chapter 52. Two Part Baya Women

"Sit here, Mom. Please." Ms. Dito stood up as she turned to face her mother-in-law with a curious and astonished look.

"From here, I just want to say that Hani is not officially divorced. My son never thought. My granddaughter needs the affection of her parents, so they'll definitely be referring to her again." The mother-in-law refused to sit down, she stood her hands against the sofa.

"I know I'm in the process of getting divorced, Mom. My son was patient waiting for the story to finish. We're just serious about not having Julio with Hani during this investigation. Later Hani officially divorced can be married directly, so." Ms. Dito replied calmly.

I gawked, Bu Dito thinks me and his son are being peddled? Could it be that our behavior is like those who are dating? How do I give an understanding if we always try to stay away from close together even though the smallest form of zina even though it can not be perfect.

"Aftentimes. Sorry, can I interrupt?" ask slowly.

The two women standing opposite each other nodded almost simultaneously, then they looked at me impatiently, waiting for me to speak.

"We just wait for the divorce decision to come down. What my destiny will be, the All-Knowing only Allah. I'm just learning to be a better woman and God will decide the course of my life after." While looking gently at the two middle-aged women in front of me, I said nervously choosing a word.

"Tuh, Mum. Listen to my daughter-in-law, wait after the divorce. Who knows my son will refer to Hani again. Just wait for God's destiny" said my mother-in-law, feeling her truest self.

"I'm also trying to pick up God's destiny, Mom. Sorry if I am hunting for time. I hope I am lucky to have a daughter-in-law of Hani" said Ms. Dito politely.

Seeing that Mother-in-law still wanted to chim in with her words, Ms. Dito quickly continued her words again. The graceful woman expressed her belief that I was the right wife-to-be for her son. Since our first meeting, Ms. Dito has been able to judge my figure from the warm attitude of the three of us towards her. According to him, my son's attitude clearly shows a reflection of me.

"Just like Miss Dito, I can still pick up fate. My granddaughter has not been lucky to be a granddaughter. She's my flesh and blood, not my mother's." With sewot, my mother-in-law answered riled.

"I love Fahmi like my granddaughter of course." Ms. Dito smiled sincerely.

"That's what my mother said at this time, I don't know if it's really a grandchild later." My mother-in-law persisted with her prejudices.

"This is it, Mom. When Hani decided to divorce, I believe he could measure his emotional readiness, soul strength and financial level if he could not make a living from his ex-husband. So we just hand over Hani. I also don't pressure him to refer later." mom defended Dito at length.

"Why my mom is so chatty about me, Hani is still my daughter-in-law. Point." The mother-in-law turned her face to the side with a grumbling face.

"Well, Hani will still be his daughter if the mother later becomes married to my son. Just be sure, Mom. Hani is still good with mom, don't worry about it. We're even being sodaparan loh." Ms. Dito tried to smile while rubbing my mother-in-law's shoulder.

I could only turn to the two women who had a fight, it felt like my heart was jumping, his anxiety was more than when he had to answer the audience's questions in the presentation room.

"I'm sure I won't see my granddaughter again!" exclaimed the mother-in-law in a desperate voice.

"By, Mom, boleeh. We are old age, I am happy to add friends added sodara. Mbok yes already, we accept Hani's decision." Ms. Dito continues to encourage my mother-in-law.

The mother-in-law just kept quiet while shaking her head and taking a deep breath, it did not seem sincere to agree with Ms. Dito.

"Wong urinate, ma'am, life is a flame. My word in Yogya used to be that, so people who benefit others, do not even complicate." Ms. Dito continued her words to my mother-in-law who still had a sour face.

I remember, my late mother once told me if so that person should be like a diamond that many people crave because it is beautiful to the eye. All the intentions in me must be to aim for good if I want to be like a diamond, so that I can be relied upon by others and do not like to blame others for my fate. So, I think at this time I will be happy if I choose a divorce without a grudge, still allowing Mas Bayu and mother-in-law to meet my son.

"Bu Dito can talk so easily because it's not in my position." My mother-in-law looked at meu.

"Loh, my own mother is looking for things. It's free for us to have a long discussion from earlier if I finally considered not understanding the closeness of my mother with Hani." Ms. Dito politely denied.

"Easy! I just want to ask for his understanding, do not often meet my granddaughter as long as Hani Sama Bayu has not officially divorced." The mother-in-law turned around, passing from the living room with lethargic and lax steps.

"I let my mother go to the room for a while, Miss Dito," I whispered to Julio's mother, I'm afraid my mother-in-law is not carefully walking because her mind is in a state of turmoil.

Ms. Dito nodded, hurriedly helping me to get my mother into the room.

"I can be alone, do not need to be guided, like a sick person," refused mother-in-law to Ms. Dito.

I looked at Ms. Dito with a gesture of apology. The graceful woman nodded in understanding, giving me time to take my mother-in-law.

"Please call Fahmi all of you, I want to say goodbye, yes," said Ms. Dito Iirih and I nodded.

I suspect the steps of my mother-in-law, the woman who had spent her days with me for a dozen years did not refuse me to hold her shoulder when heading to the room.

"You can't be so reckless about getting married again. Try to think, where there are people as rich as they would willing their son to marry the widow of one child. There's gotta be something with whose son's name was?"

"Julio, Mom."

"Yes, Julio is definitely not a good person as Bu Dito pursues you to be his daughter-in-law."

I just kept quiet. Let my mother-in-law fight with the bad prejudices in her mind. I've been someone who shouldered my own life backpack since deciding to get out of the middle-aged woman's house. My tears are dry, my heart is firm, my faith in God is high, and no matter how sharp someone else's words are immune to my hearing so that they are no longer irritable or carried away by anger.

After making sure my mother-in-law was lying down comfortably, I invited Fahmi to meet Ms. Dito in the living room.

"Oma go home first, yeah. Always be a good boy, obedient and dear to his mother." Ms. Dito hugged my son tightly, then switched to hugging me.

"There are those who can't wait to be with you. I pray the divorce trial smoothly, you're a match with Julio. I will be more diligent in praying for you at night." Dito whispered while kissing my cheek.

"I am happy to see Julio more diligent worship, diligent reading religious books. You are not yet his wife alone can bring good in my son's life," said the graceful woman again, softly before unraveling her embrace.

I breathe the night air with an indeterminate heart. I do not want Mr. Julio to change well just because of me, he should sincerely increase the goodness because that is how a Muslim man should be obedient to the orders of his Lord.