I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

Chapter 62. No Need to Go Home

"I'm actually kind, but since I've been let down, it's not fair that another woman could have Julio. Ms. Hani understood what I meant?" Salsabila said again, he still wants me to listen with all my attention.

During the discussion in every debate with my work team. I can quite recognize the faces and characters of various people. In my opinion, a person is not a good person when he wants to be recognized as a good person. He does not understand, if he is unable to manage his emotions to want people to know if he is a good human being.

"Sorry, Mom. I have no interest in knowing the story of my mother and Mr. Julio. It's working hours, and I'm here to fulfill my promise to discuss my resignation" I replied.

"Yes, but it has something to do with Julio too, right?" accusation again.

"I have nothing to do with Mr. Julio."

"Bu Hani lied, I have credible sources, I know your closeness is serious." Salsabila looked at me unblinkingly as if observing the earnestness of my words.

"I'm sorry, I reiterate, I quit the team because I wasn't ready to take on the project. The team leader can be replaced by the team structure under him, there is Bu Luluk who is better than me. Miss Salsabila will not be disappointed with the results of her work." I'm pinning down an excuse.

The woman glared again, "Don't fool me! I know the real reason. Why didn't you back off from the beginning?"

"I just found out about the project offer, Mom. It is usually for branding my product leader, so automatically Mr. Kevin can arrange a team like that without even asking me first." As much as I can, I keep fighting.

"alright. I'd like to talk to Mr. Kevin." That woman finally gave up arguing with me.

"So, can I leave here?" many reassuring.

"Please." Salsabila reluctantly decided to give me freedom from the room.

"Please remember, Mom. I have never sought enmity, living only once for what was the waste of time spreading discord with others. I want to live a happy and quiet life raising a child, that's all I want. Miss Salsabila would want to live happily too, right?"

I extended my hand, shook the hand of the beautiful woman before leaving. The last sentence I said, left him a message of peace, if I wasn't someone who would give him trouble.

"Mom Hani?" He called me who stepped up.

"Yes, Mom?" Looking at the woman, I wish there were no more objections from her.

"When did you get hijab?" he asked, it was astonishing to ask such a thing.

"For a long time, since I parted ways with my husband, this is how I improve myself" I replied as simply as possible.

"Oh so? Still learning to hijab. I'm not going to refuse to be approached by Julio. As far as I know if I've hijabed properly, I won't want to have a lover." He shone a peeking glance, doubting my solemnity in hijab.

"Julio is not my girlfriend. If Ms. Salsabila has any business with Julio, get it done yourself don't involve me. Wrong target if you want to avenge the heartache through me."

The people who model Bu Salsabila are exactly like Dini, keep the mistakes of others in their hearts and vent their disappointment by replying to those mistakes with worse ugliness. Disappointment is natural, but the one who can taste the heaven of the world is only a person who quickly rises and does not keep the bitter taste for too long.

I passed, immediately calling Mr. Kevin who was waiting in the lobby in front of his roar, telling him if Salsabila wanted to meet. Curiously, my boss asked the results of the conversation decision in there earlier. Not want to get carried away in the maelstrom of complexity brought by Salsabila, I say if I keep backing down whatever suspension I have to accept later.

Entering my room again, I sat down and bowed my face at the table, spilling the weight of the ripples of life that greeted me. I don't want to sob, but this chest feels so tight. If I could just be like Luluk, no need to think about the presence of a man in my life and my son, surely my life would be calmer now.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" ask Luluk who I haven't seen since I walked into the study. He was already standing by my side, rubbing my back slowly.

"I? I'm doing fine. Right you said, I'm a paperan, sorry. I just need a minute to start working." I calm my friend's anxiety.

"Hey, good giman? Your face is so tangled, really. What was it?" cerca Luluk doesn't believe it.

"Nothing. Just misunderstood Ms. Salsabila, she still didn't want me to back down. I don't know what he wants, he's still not satisfied and wants to talk to Mr. Kevin."

"Eemm, Salsabila know you're close to Julio?" Luluk started guessing.

"Yes." Yeah."

"That's it, he's got a certain intent maybe yes." Luluk's suspicions could not hurt.

"Either. I think so."

"Yes, just back off. Wait for word from Kevin." Patiently Luluk tried to give me support.

I nodded, but my heart was not comfortable. There is still unrest in there, only with Luluk was I used to divide my heart.

"Luk, why can you be strong to stay alone a dozen years old?" lirihku wants Luluk to share the toughness of his soul.

"But you're great, tough through a dozen years, always smiling happily. I want it to be so."

"Eh, don't be. If there is still a soul mate, do not be rejected, you say there is a door of heaven from the husband. I know because I haven't found a suitable one so I'm not married anymore. Julio why is that?"

"I would actually rather give up my life on the course of life's destiny. But it looks like Julio has a complicated past with Salsabila."

"OKAY. Make the same plan Julio if you are sure to be your husband. What your family concept would be. What about your career after marriage. How do you meet other people after marriage. What financial principles will you hold? Then your son has every right to be a child, Julio."

"It's not like that, Luluk. Not that things like that are still a long way off if we want to pledge a marriage contract. It's different now."

"Bodo is very, ah. The important thing is I give you some advice, yeah." Luluk.

"Yes, I took his advice."

"It's good to still be advised. You know, there's one test that seems to be overlooked by many, the test of the rigors of listening to good advice."

"i'm not hard-hearted, Luluk. Just get dizzy, here. Sono's work again," I said as I turned back to face the table.

My best friend chuckled, making me look up again to grin funny at him. With Luluk, no matter how complicated my mind is always a little less if he starts to nosy. I really owe him a lot.

A moment passed, I was already able to take the job seriously. In this life besides there are various tests from God and we must be patient when facing it. There are also delights to be grateful for as well. Like my work in the field of advertising, God made it easy to be a way of abundant sustenance for me when I had to pick up my own sustenance without a husband again.

Drr.....

My phone vibrated and rang, a call came in. It says Mr. Julio on my phone screen. I hurriedly received the call before Luluk raised his eyeballs to me.

"Yes?" I asked after we said each other and answered my greetings.

"You're off to work today?" asked the man in a thick voice, as if regretting my deftness if I still go to work.

"Yes. I'm fine, all right?" answers reassuring.

"Truly strong work? The man is still unsure.

"Yes" I replied briefly.

"Hani, I couldn't sleep last night."

"Why?" I asked as I imagined the man was agitated worrying about me.

"Fear that you sleep your dreams."

"Neggs."

"really. Uh, want to see a doctor? I'll drop her off tonight" she said, offering her kindness again after laughing for a moment.

"No need, I'm healthy I said from earlier." I hurriedly refused.

"Yes-yes. If so, don't get tired of the work or I'll be desperate to see you later tonight bring a doctor."

"No. No need to go home." I was in a hurry to remind Mr. Julio not to worry about me.

"I'm afraid I'll find. What's up?" The man began to smell fear if he continued to approach me.

I fell silent, why does this heart hurt to hear the question, has my heart really been tethered to the mature brown-skinned man, until the moment determined to stay away from it feels more torturous?

"Hani, how are you quiet?"

"Sorry, I'm working on this while designing the order."

"Oh, yes, I have. Take good care of yourself."

"OKAY. Assalamu'alaikum." I took a deep breath, relieved that our conversation was finally over.

Mr. Julio just kept showering me with attention. At first glance it makes me think of a man who almost sixteen years ago had made me feel like the luckiest lover to be my life companion. Since last meeting Mas Bayu, the man did not come to pick up his mother. I don't know where he lives now. His mother is still with me. I imagined my ex-husband living alone in a boarding room hugging long regrets after wasting me.