I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

Chapter 56. Whose Word

"Have you really read it? asked Mr. Julio to look at me at a glance, then switch to looking at Fahmi who was eating packaged snacks at the front end.

The tall man asked me to reread the content of the cooperation points of his mind. We sat in the lounge chair where we waited to pick up students, after Fahmi finished his exkul. The school was deserted, only a few teachers passed by to go home.

"It has. Cute father also made the draft," I replied withholding laughter while pointing at a point in the draft with my finger.

"Loh, that's on your request. He said we can't look at each other. Yes I have also written there, 'Stole a look got a penalty push up ten times', want to change also can, penalty singing my hat round ten times, that?"

The man sitting on the side of me is two seats real funny, patient too I guess.

"Why are we making our contracts formal? It's funny how?" I said, expressing my amazement how there is a silly businessman like him.

"Who said it was funny? That's not true, I won't be able to push up near you because my heart has been push up first.That's a momentous punishment, so I certainly won't dare to steal a glance," joked Mr. Julo more funny course, but there's a point too.

I patted my forehead, giving up no longer able to override the thick-browed man's jest. The more reasons I looked for to fortify our closeness so as not to bump into religious values, the man still looked for ways to get close to me.

"Can I know something?" many finally.

"Just ask. Aboutwhat? Just don't ask me why I'm afraid of watching horror movies."

"Sir julio's afraid of ghosts? Well, just found out." I chuckle.

"Duh, so caught his disgrace. What was it going to do?" Mr. Julio straightened his back on the back of the chair with a slightly flattened geeky look.

"Why did his wife, Mr. Julio, go to see you? tanyaku.

The man gasped, knocking on the floor with the end of his shoe. As if unwilling to answer. I guess if he had a deep wound in his past. Instantly I feel guilty. I stared at the shady trees around Fahmi school, looking for shade and coolness among the lush leaves.

"Eh, don't just ask. Surely Mr. Julio loved the woman so much that it was difficult to tell, sorry if I made it sad to remember his ex-wife," I said hurriedly to ask.

"Eh, no, nothing. Precisely because I don't want to remember Salsabila again so lazy story."

'Oh, so his name is Salsabila?" lirihku again.

"Yes. Salsabila."

Mr. Julio's smile returned, the look of his eyes increasingly look charming. I ducked quickly, keep my eyes on me!

Hearing that name, it seems like I've heard it before, but where is it? I feel like I have time in my office if I don't remember it wrong.

'We talked about work. So when do we start making ads?" ask me to divert the atmosphere that I think is starting to be uncomfortable.

'Is that a woman, huh? Likes to avoid one thing just because it feels bad." Mr. Julio instead answered my question, but instead commented on my attitude.

"Well, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable with my question."

"Hmm, that's what makes the seeds of husband and wife disputes arise. When the wife mendam herself something that makes her uncomfortable with the husband, it can be a bomb feeling that easily explodes one type later if it appears a little trigger."

"Eh, dizzy to hear it." Gelakku.

"It's serious, Hani." The shady look of the man shone me in.

'Yes, sorry. After that I could not bear to see the face of Mr. memelasayak to kill himself just now, hehe," my gut melted the ice of Mr. Julio who began to look serious.

"Your question about my ex is not wrong, I am not ready to answer it. So if you still want to ask anything do not hold, just ask. Husband and wife communication is important. I as a husband do not want you to crave your own feelings, later to be unhappy," explained the shady-eyed man was soft.

"Home wife? When are we getting married?' ledekku again.

"Eh belu yes. So when is our wedding dong?" he nodded with a silly face.

"When it rains."

The tall man chuckled.

"When is the divorce trial?"

"Two more days" I replied, raising my two fingers.

Then I explained the details, during the first trial, I was accompanied by a lawyer in the courtroom. Asked by the judge not ten minutes. This is the advantage of using a lawyer, easier because it has previously been taken care of by him. The second trial I never want to be present in the trial until everything becomes smoother. The third trial tomorrow, I have to bring witnesses, I have asked Min and Luluk for help. After that, I no longer need to attend the trial and just wait for the divorce papers to come out.

"Indeed, Mr. Julio knew what is istikharah prayer?" I mocked. It's really nice to throw a joke there is a man, it feels like revenge because the man often mocked me too.

"You know, pray for rain, right?"

"Open. It's called istisqa prayer" I said, holding back laughter.

"Listen first, not asking for rain but rain hints of happiness. Do you agree?"

"Wonderful, you're right," I replied timidly.

"After the third hearing, get ready for the hearing at my house. I want to take you to a big family. There will be many questions from them later. But look at me, my family is almost the same as mine. Don't be afraid, yeah."

"What'an Mr Julio? My divorce trial has not been decided yet." I felt it was too soon the man's request to take me to his house later.

"God willing to tap the hammer. Hush. The more afternoon we discuss the draft again so that we can quickly go home."

The mature brown-skinned man then switched to discussing the plan to take photos of the three of us for the manufacture of advertising Muslim clothes in his boutique.

A moment later, Mr. Julio called Fahmi to come closer to us, he wanted to discuss the concept of advertising with children involved as well.

"So the concept has been handed over to Fahmi. He's already good, this is his first project. Let me make her logo. The royalties of Fahmi. Agreed?" The shady-eyed man elaborated on the division of our jobs.

"Sir Julio. Later Fahmi school becomes disturbed if the concept is charged to them as well," I said reminded.

"That's what he wants, I'm sure he can set the time. Let your child exercise to be creative at the same time get money, it's good to build an independent soul and creatively make your own work," explained the tall man wisely.

"Just calm down, Bun. I'll do it after my schoolwork is done." Fahmi calmed me down.

I looked at the two of them who looked so excited and happy, then finally gave up on agreeing.

We also separated after putting each other's signatures on the paper of Pak Julio's boutique advertising cooperation agreement. That cute, wise, patient, tall, tanned, shady-eyed guy still didn't ask for my cell phone number when we were going back to distance and time, that's cool.

Arriving home again as maqrib was about to arrive, I was surprised to find my fence unlocked. It should be that if Mas Bayu and mother have gone home, the fence and the house have been locked by Mbak Wati and the spare key child was brought home. Both mother and son .. Are they still in my house?

I limply asked Fahmi to get out of the car and push the gate, then I turned the vehicle back on so that my car could get in.

"Assalamu'alaikum," lirihku lunglai as he entered the house.

I immediately stroked my chest as soon as I heard a voice that answered my greeting, and I saw my mother coming out of the room welcoming us in a hurry.

"Mother?" I was so surprised to see my mother still living in my house.

I didn't dare to look at me, I almost reprimanded my mother, but my son needed a break so there was no way I could immediately argue with my mother.

"You rest first in the room, Grandma will cook Grandma's favorite food for dinner." Mom led Fahmi to my son's room.

Invisible guilt, mother acted as if everything was going the way it used to be when we were still harmonious in one roof. If he wasn't much older than me, maybe I'd have told my mom by now. How can I rest after seeing my mother still living in my house?

I relieve fatigue in the body, sitting on the sofa in the middle room trying to soak up the annoyance in order to think calmly. But a moment later, my mother came back to go to the kitchen.

"Mom, where's Bayu? So you're not going home?"

"Sorry, Hani. Say Bayu's mother's house is being rehabbed. We haven't got a house to rent yet, so mom's still hitchhiking here first, yeah."

The race wants me to immediately explain to my mother about the problems experienced by Mas Bayu. Then I could see the regret in my eyes that she lamented about her mistake, and apologized for often not appreciating me as a daughter-in-law. But, my tongue's cuddly, not brucap-powered. I am tormented by my weakness that does not easily hurt the hearts of others.

"Mas Bayu promised Hani this morning, this afternoon will be able to rent a house for the mother. Let's just wait, yes, ma'am," I said at last.

"Why do you want to be impatient again when you get home from here? You're not sincere mom's been here all this time?" mother said with a red face.

"Hani sincerely, Mom. It's just that Bayu has promised so. Did Mas Bayu leave a message for me before leaving?" I began to worry considering that Mas Bayu no longer has a cell phone to call.

"Nothing. You're afraid Bayu will run away anywhere." Mom frowned, then went into the kitchen.

Sincere, Mom. I'd be sincere if I had to accommodate the mother to stay here until your son can get a place to stay. But please, take care of her attitude and speech, no longer interfere in my life and my son's, I just muttered to myself in a daze