I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

Chapter 55. Color of My Page.

Freezing felt all around the dinner table this morning. Mas Bayu just looked down to support his chin lethargic, even my mother-in-law, who just sat staring blankly at the dishes we had prepared together after dawn.

Taking a deep breath, I tried not to dissolve in pity. Must be, must be. After breakfast, I have little time to talk about the return of the two mothers and children from this house.

The sound of footsteps approached us at the dining table, breaking the silence. Seemed by me Ma'am Wati who used to help at home tergopoh walk closer.

"Mom, I'm a little late, sorry." said Ms. Wati who just entered through the kitchen door and hurriedly met me.

"Yes, Mother. It's okay," I replied as I followed in the footsteps of Madam Wati who turned to the kitchen again, there was something I would talk to her about.

"Mbak Wati, ask for help later make sure my mother-in-law has returned before afternoon. Please also, help me pack, yeah." I told Mbak Wati slowly and the young woman nodded.

Not forgetting I explained who Mas Bayu was to Mbak Wati because he had just met this time, he nodded his head to understand I mean who asked him to help me. Back at the dinner table, I saw Fahmi was sitting near Mas Bayu, invited him to talk while starting to spoon his breakfast.

"Dad wants, you keep the spirit of the school even though father can no longer be with you every day, still have to be active in learning," said Mas Bayu Lirih with a faltering voice, making my saliva bitter to see him.

"Yes, Dad." Fahmi answered briefly while nodding his head.

"Grandma can stay here longer, right? Still not lost kangennya same you guys," said my mother-in-law to Fahmi.

"Giman dong's grandmother's house, later if the lamaan left will certainly be quickly damaged" said Fahmi with a flat face.

There is a father who takes care of you. Or do you want to come to grandma's house for a few days? Later let me be escorted back here with dad." Mother-in-law said with a hopeful sparkle.

"BE, uh, Fahmi's doing a lot of work at school, ma'am. Waiting for the semester break, how many more months." Stuttered Mas Bayu hurriedly chimed in his mother's words.

Suddenly I could not bear to see Mas Bayu into such confusion. It seems that in addition to her SUV, her mother-in-law's house has been sold as well. So, how is this, mother should go home where if Mas Bayu has not been able to live again?

"Come, breakfast spend first, bad luck later." Quickly I cut off the conversation that brought sorrow to Mas Bayu.

It doesn't matter to me that Mas Bayu's assets are sold all in exchange for company money. I think more about the child who would be mentally affected if their father arrived at the prison because of the case in the office. At the beginning of choosing a divorce there was no treasure gono gini that I expected. There is nothing more painful than sharing a husband with another woman, at that time I just craved a quiet life with the official soon parting from Mas Bayu.

A hearty breakfast for mom and Mas Bayu, but I tried to strengthen my heart to still ignore the sad look on their faces. Ending breakfast, Fahmi immediately salim with his father and grandmother, then I ask him to the car first.

"Mom, maybe I'll go to the office when mom comes home with Mas Bayu. Hani has not had time to buy souvenirs for mother to bring. Later Hani play to mother's house." I reached out my hand, bringing my mother in. That's my way of subtly asking mom to quickly leave this house.

Reluctantly, she welcomed my hand, hugging tightly and saying, "Still here. Unfortunately you stubbornly want to give up for the integrity of your love for your child."

"Mom? Please don't talk about it again. Hani is tired of it. I still consider my mother, my son my mother's grandson. Hani working pump. Later Ma'am Wati who helps mother nata clothes," said I keep trying to smile, take off hugs while looking at mother.

Mother only sighed harshly, then looked the other way as if throwing away her disappointment.

"Hani, let's get you to the car" Mas Bayu seemed to give me a cue to be able to talk alone.

The man I've served my whole heart followed me out of the house.

"I don't have a place to stay for my mother. The house and its contents, also the car I've sold to change the office money. I've been out of town this week, but take care of it all. And I just had time to rent one room only at this time," said Mas Bayu lirih.

"Yes my. What is the company's money running out for?"

"Taken Early? I'm looking for that cruel woman, but I haven't found any trace of her."

"Violent woman? You said Early smart and can .. tik, hehe," I grinned, powerless to hold my words insinuating him.

Mas Bayu snorted in annoyance as he stared far away at the street from the terrace of my house.

"Well, how do you keep going? You're not holding any money?" ask again.

"There is, but make a handle first as long as you can't work anymore."

"Yes. My mistake was fatal."

"Patient, yes. Maybe God is trying to get you better, Mas," I sincerely encourage Mas Bayu.

"I'll take my mother first."

"Where is it? I'm glad you're staying at my place for a while. But frankly his attitude makes us uncomfortable. I'll give Mas time to find a contract until later in the afternoon, how?" I said I had to keep having to.

"Eeemm, I'll work it out. Please don't tell mom first."

"Yes, Mum."

Mas Bayu relentlessly looked at me, as if looking for a speck of love that was still left for him in the spotlight of my eyes. I could have let out my disappointment at him by blaspheming at the sight of his current distress, but for what? It will not add to my happiness. In my opinion, witnessing the comfort and tranquility of my life now is enough to be a punishment for Mas Bayu.

Feeling caught off guard by the attitude of my future ex-husband, I rushed away from him, stepped over to my son who was already sitting in the car.

I knocked on the window and Fahmi quickly lowered the glass. "Mother nitip map for Mr. Julio, yes," I told Fahmi. I handed the map to my son because it was quite troublesome when I wanted to get into the car.

"Map what the hell is that?" exclaimed Mas Bayu suspiciously, he stood beside my car to release us who were about to leave.

"Draft advertising contract boutique Mr. Julio," I said at a glance as I hurriedly entered and closed the car door.

"Hey, wait-wait. So you're really working with that guy? Careful, Hani. It's just his bullshit." Mas Bayu said, ignoring if there is a child among us.

"Let's go. Bun. We'll have bad luck jammed the road." Fahmi called out quickly before I answered Mas Bayu, again my son protected me from his father's pressure.

"We're leaving, remember your promise, yes. Time until the afternoon." I start the car engine, then say hello leaving anxiety on Mas Bayu's face.

"No school supplies left?" ask Fahmi after some time we drove on the road.

"Nothing." Fahmi shook his head while answering. The density of the vehicle in the morning, makes me have to catch up with time.

At a red light approaching Fahmi's school, my son opened his voice as our car just stopped waiting for the green light to turn back on.

"That's not Auntie Early, Bun." Fahmi.

I who concentrated on the street ripples finally turned to the direction Fahmi pointed. On the right side of the street there is a gallery of ATM machines. It was seen by me Dini getting off a luxury car parked on the shoulder of the road with a man heading to one of the ATM machines. The two of them joined hands affectionately, I was stunned to not believe to see it.

"Ih, what kind of aunty woman," Fahmi chirped as he pressed his shoulder.

It felt like coming down and meeting Dini, but the vehicle was so dense it did not allow my car to pull over. My time is too short to get to the office on time. Quickly, I grabbed a cell phone and took a picture of the woman with the man she was holding. Not to forget I also photographed the luxury car they were riding.

I drove the car again with a feeling of wonder and curiosity, still imagined the romance of Dini and the man who was quite old. Who's the guy? If Dini is that same with the man, then what is the story of her romance with Mas Bayu? Does that woman have a special relationship with the man, then what does Mas Bayu consider? The sight really intrigued me.

"Mother, later don't forget I have an excrement." Fahmi told me before entering the school gate.

I nodded, too long I did not see and applauded the mature brown-skinned man. Later in the afternoon, will we meet? Huft, a whisper of the devil began to test me, pestering the longing for a man who was not my mahram.

Should be, the map contains a draft of cooperation that I leave alone to Mr. Julio later in the afternoon, can not it say hello to him? Oh my God, Hani! Don't be like a teenager who doesn't know the rules.

Love can indeed come just like that, sometimes stirring without being inevitable. The solidity of faith is at stake when the presence of desire to be together and have despite the high fortress that I always try to build between me and Mr. Julio. I'm not divorced yet.

After dropping off the kids, I was in a rush to the office. I can't wait to tell Luluk about Dini I saw on the road.

"The woman is not as good as she looks. Evidently, beautiful and smart does not guarantee the character of the woman is good. I guess, Dini only uses Bayu, but I don't know for what purpose. We can only guess." Luluk expressed his opinion.

I sat up while propping up my chin, pondering Luluk's conjecture. If so, pity Mas Bayu and mother. He betrayed me, but he didn't realize he was betrayed by the woman he adored.