I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

Chapter 57. Widow Status

Indeed, divorce becomes the last resort when problems in the household do not find common ground. Like me, maybe if Mas Bayu wants to marry again after the guidance of the shari'at and choose a second wife who is worthy of marriage by asking my permission, it will be a consideration for me to survive.

But my husband's way of sharing love was wrong from the start and made a deep niche in my heart. Divorce is the only option for me, may Allah forgive my decision and replace it with the grace of kindness for me.

There are still many wives who are at odds because of infidelity but still can maintain the integrity of the marriage, they are strong to survive being cheated or forgiving. But I do not want to be shackled by doubt, not feeling good, do not have the heart to make a split decision, until my mind is not happy. In fact, if you feel depressed and hurt, but still decide to survive .. My emotions so overflowed to the child so that my child can be stressed. I have carefully measured my inner abilities after surrendering in prayer to ask God for the best. I also have a direction and know how I achieve my goals, not decisions because of momentary emotions.

This morning, my third trial is scheduled. Min and Luluk are ready to testify. I may not be present at this hearing, but I have to pick up and have the confidence of the good woman.

My mother-in-law doesn't know that I didn't go to work this morning. I didn't preach it, maybe he'll hold me back if he finds out today his son might be officially decided to be my ex-husband.

The trial went quite complete attaching to household matters and my demands. There are no significant obstacles because Mas Bayu did not meet the court call at all. My heart is beating fast, come the moment that I will. My lawsuit was accepted by the magistrate and decided verstek because of my husband's absence.

"I feel de javu, kayak back to the past, must be tired of going back and forth after divorce. You are lucky to eat a long time. Not as convoluted as my case was.

I nodded listening to Luluk while smiling.

"Carely step up after this, the status of the widow must be a lot of risk. Be careful not to stumble again," said Luluk smart-ass.

I still keep nodding.

"Now stay focused thinking your son and his future is only your most precious treasure. Thank you so much for getting married again, I don't think I've long widowed a man."

Luluk was very chatty from the end of the trial just kept asking me to talk. I'm the one who got the divorce, but my best friend who is happy is not a bitch. Ma'am Min refused to let me go home, the woman was so moved after I inserted some money in his hand, he also chose to take a taxi just did not want me to bother more.

"How are you doing Bayu?" ask Luluk.

"I don't know. Help you find where Mas Bayu is? His mother's still at my place."

"Haaah, isn't it a shame to still ride the same daughter-in-law he threw away first?"

"Hust, pity there's no place to live. I just return it to myself. If I were in such a difficult position, I would wish someone would help me, right? So I want to do good for myself."

"After you have. You are ready for the risk, who knows the quail is also you yourself."

"Whatever, not the opponent." I fixed Luluk's words.

"Bodo is very."

Along the way from the courtroom to the parking lot, we both talked incessantly. Much more advice Luluk for me, maybe he feels more senior to be a widow than me, hahaha.

"Whose car is waiting for. Meet sono! I'm back in the office first. Don't be late together, hurry back to work or I'll be fired." Luluk pointed his chin towards a silver car, next to the vehicle was standing by a man I knew very well.

"Males is back in the office, ah. I want to be alone until the day after tomorrow," I replied to Luluk.

"Awas aja, dyed angel new to know taste, haha. I'm home, yeah. Good luck, same soul mate that nice guy." Luluk waved at Mr. Julio before getting into his car.

"Thank you, dear." I helped Luluk close the car door in tears, moved by the sincerity of his attitude and prayers.

"don't mewek! We are greater than me, you make us stronger, not others. Sono road, awaited it." My best friend laughed at my haraw face, then hurriedly honked the horn saying goodbye to me and Mr. Julio and drove his car.

When I was about to step, the mature brown-skinned man first walked straight up to me. Apparently he remembered my third trial schedule and came here too.

"Hallo, Assalamu'alaikum" said Mr. Julio, although far away from me, he was seen speeding up.

"Wa'alaikum salam" I replied as he got closer.

"Just finished, huh?"

"Yes"

"Where?"

"What?"

"The result of the trial is."

"It's been decided by the judge."

"Alhamdulillah," cried the man.

Eh? Mr Julio was so happy to say thank you? I feel so honored and meaningful to him. The tip of my hijab was waving in the wind, as if welcoming the presence of the man near me.

"Quickly change the ID card, gih" said the tall man while grinning.

"Why?"

"Temporary shop?"

"It will soon be proposed when the iddah period is over."

I just smiled, did not dare to win but either joke or real words expressed by Mr. Julio.

"You're great, you've been strong up to this stage.

I often see people whose feelings are the biggest obstacle to making rational decisions. But, you dare to beat your feelings, and you win." The man said while praising me.

"Ah, ngak, sir. It's natural, I just want to enjoy the rest of my life with happiness. Thank God that Allah has strengthened me to choose between separation. God gave me easy ways, not me great."

"So far, I still want to praise you."

"After Father. I just don't want to give a bad life to my son. I saw that he supported me to break up with his father, which is what made me dare to come forward for a divorce."

"Yes-yes. You're correct. Children should be your biggest consideration." The man agreed.

"Sir Julio. Did you have a child with your ex-wife?" just be careful, curious to find out.

"I have good news for you, my marriage was just corn when my wife left home. We divorced very easily, without any children having to make things complicated," replied the thick-browed man casually.

"Sir Julio cheated on him, then his wife left the house?" tanyaku nebak origin.

"What's? Does my face look like a cheat? Or do I look like a playboy?"

"Where do I know. Mr. Julio just didn't want to tell me about the ex-wife."

"You want to hear the story now? In sin's parking lot? His eyes started to sting this. How do we go to lunch?" The man glanced at me, then looked at the scorching sky.

"I'm not serious, really. As far as I want to tell you anytime. I've been waiting for Luluk. There is a project from Anifarma that has just entered the order list, must pursue the target. Sorry, we'll eat with the kids sometime, yeah."

"From Anifarma? Who's customer?" asked Mr. Julio very surprised.

"Salabila."

Mr. Julio clenched his fingers, puzzling me. As soon as I realized, the name of my customer was the same as the man's ex-wife. Are they the same person?

"Why Salsabila, is it Salsabila who was with your wife first?" I investigated anxiously.

Mr. Julio nodded. "Be careful. Back off from the team, let Luluk handle it." The man said clearly and firmly, as if to be obeyed.

"But why?" my question is getting confused.

"Just follow my words. Sals When a woman is reckless, I think she already knows I'm close to you. He must have a plan."

"But how do I explain to Mr Kevin?"

"ask Luluk for help. I'm ready to help your team finish the project. But you don't get involved!" The man's voice grew even higher, making me anxious, only this time I saw his attitude like that.

It felt like my whole body was trembling to see Mr. Julio's face stiffening very seriously. From where Salsabila can know my closeness to Mr. Julio, I just don't know him at all. At first glance had crossed the prejudice on Dini, whether the woman was the bearer of news about me to Salsabila. They were friends maybe, I was suddenly annoyed at my own thoughts that drifted far beyond the end.

"Hurry to the office and withdraw from the Anifarma project. From now on I'll be asking you a lot, don't stop me."

"For what?"

"Make sure you're okay. Where's cellphone? Add my cell phone number. Hurry, yeah." The man's voice began to soften again, making me breathe a sigh of relief.

We're not married yet, but this man in front of me is desperate to protect me.

In the frame of the household, the husband and wife each have rights and obligations. The husband as a leader, obliged to take care of his wife and children in matters of religion or the world, provide for them by meeting the needs of food, drink, clothing and shelter. I see that good side in Mr. Julio's figure.

The responsibility of the husband is not light must be balanced with the obedience of a wife to her husband. The duty of a wife in the affairs of her husband after the obligation in her religion. The rights of the husband are above those of anyone after the rights of Allah and His Messenger, including those of both parents. Keeping him in good things becomes the most important responsibility of a wife. I think I also want to be the same wife for Mr. Julio if we are destined to be a match.

"I go to the office first" my saying after we both fell silent for a while.

Finally the man asked for my phone number as well, but the reason only amazed me more.

"Yes, be careful."

I'm nodding. When I was about to open the car door, from a distance I saw the figure of a man who was so familiar I just came down from the taxi at the end of the parking lot. Mas Bayu? He came late to the hearing? I undo the intention of getting into the car, quickly stepped over to the man. Her tangled appearance made my chest tight hold back the novelty.

When someone falls, don't make them fall down. I was thinking how can I encourage Mas Bayu? How can I make him rise up and have hope again? For when it helps one to rise from adversity, Allah will lift me up and put me into a better state. Helping someone without expecting anything in return, God always has many ways to repay my kindness. And God never denies.