I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

Chapter 64. Me and Salsabila

POVS. Julio

Living in a metropolitan city the capital of a province, I grew up to be a beautiful and ambitious young man of my own accord. It has not occurred to me to pursue my future if I only have to continue the company papa. That's not my dream.

In my opinion, people who only expect the inheritance of parents, generally become lazy to work, and less persistent. When it finally gets inherited, it cannot sustain it and within a few years it returns to its usual standard of living. I'm not that kind of person, I want to fight alone. If you finally have to continue the papa company, it is the last choice when you can no longer support yourself.

I guess I'm a pretty friendly person, always carefree, has great interpersonal skills and with whom everyone is easily familiar. I realized that as a good provision of character for me to wrestle my own future.

Slowly, with gentleness mama can soften papa who is hard-hearted want to set up who wants this and so as he wants. Finally papa can be wise, realizing that I am basically hardworking and let me choose my own path.

My expertise pioneered the business of becoming an attraction for my papa colleagues to take me as a daughter-in-law. They visit to introduce their daughter. Until when Salsabila, the prima donna girl in this city, the son of a papa partner businessman was met with me. He agreed to our match, wanted to leave his adoration and chose me when he saw me at first sight.

I admit Salsabila is beautiful and smart, but not the woman I was expecting to be the mother of my children. His attitude looks unnatural, gentle temperament and friendliness as if contrived and impressed unemitted from his heart. Mama also did not really agree when papa chose Salsabila to accompany me. Every time we met, he was busy making his appearance. Imaged by me, he is very good at taking care of himself but it seems that later will not be able to take care of my own children.

"If you become nika, nih, our lives will be more comfortable if you are more at home caring for children," I said, starting to explore the equality of my thoughts and Salsabila, Salsabila, we had dinner together at a famous restaurant.

"I'm not ready to have children. Let's just delay! I still want a free career and meet friends." Salsabila is soft.

"How long are you ready? My age is enough to be a father. You can still have activities outside, but still take care of the family first."

Salsabila just silent, snorting annoyed, but a moment later forced to keep smiling. "That's how we think about it. Just get married first, we enlarge the company with cooperation."

"Our wedding is not a business wedding, Salsabila. That's why you want to marry me."

Salsabila was silent again.

"The company belongs to our parents and we have our own way of building the world of households and careers. I'm a nobody without my name, are you still ready to marry me?" I asked her to look at her determination to get married regardless of the success of our parents.

I stared at the face of Salsabila, I admit I was fascinated by her beauty and pure white skin. However, the swish on my chest is not so hot because we do not have strong chemistry yet.

"Yes, you want me to have a child fast? Okay," she replied lightly but not convincingly enough.

Just a month after the meeting, my papa and Salsabila's papa excited to unite us in front of the penghulu. Mama's consideration to not rush to propose Salsabila, not considered in papa's hearing. I was worried about deciding, but Salsabila continued to convince me that she would be a good wife for me.

Judging from education, Salsabila and I were intellectually aligned. Even from the social strara we were both worth it. A marriage built on equal status and wealth. Somehow, it has not been imagined by me how we will match each other with characters who were originally familiar already look much different.

What I'm afraid happened. After we got married, Salsabila remained her reluctant to stay at home. I support him, he wants to keep a career, but he has to be able to split his time for me too. Salsabila is smart, confident and full of ideas, soaring success with his business to get busy. People look at me and Salsabila as the perfect couple. Our household was considered an ideal husband and wife who was abundant financially, but no one knew if my palace was empty and cold in it. As the marriage progressed, I was tired of reminding Salsabila. My wife attaches importance to her own pleasure outside the house and there is no more time for me. Every time I give you a piece of advice, only a shout will I get.

Out there, I even know anyone who starts teasing Salsabila. I kept trying to talk, again, and again, even though I knew my wife remained stubborn. Finally, I pulled away, not wanting to get hurt any deeper.

Salsabila also could not keep his promise, he delayed having offspring by taking the contraceptive pill secretly, this fact further escalated our dispute.

As powerful as I am, I still need someone who can pamper, adore and fill my heart with burning warmth. Salsabila didn't have the time and space to make me king of my palace.

I dazed, like a wounded eagle, spread my wings to grab Salsabila back. But my wife was still crazy about the young man, he often went on business trips. As hard as I can to maintain the integrity of my bedrock at the height of the mountain top, trying to ignore the storm, hoping that this only lasts a while. However, all collapsed when Salsabila chose to leave.

Only then did I realize that my decision to keep Salsabila was wrong, for years my sarang refracted and almost torn apart, but forced to continue perched at high altitude in a patchy state. The basis of our marriage was not strong from the beginning, we were not in harmony but forced together in marriage for the sake of a social stratum triumph.

Finally, I chose to rest my exhausted wings to withstand the roar of the storm. Then stop to continue the struggle to maintain the integrity of my household. Removing Salsabila for another man she chose.

Only a few months had passed since her departure, came the woman with a different haircut and perfume fragrance and all looked foreign to my eyes ... Salsabila returned home. Whimpering and asking to continue the marriage relationship that is almost broken. However, my heart was already tightly shut and my pride was no longer touchable.

"Remember how often do I remind you of your busy life outside with many of your men and business friends?" I rebuked him, very firmly.

"I want to be spoiled by you, but you can only manage me, sickening!" salsabila shouted against me.

"I asked for your time many years ago, but you don't care" I cried, equally straightforward.

There was no apology from the two of us. Equally hard stance. The difference is, I am still loyal to my marriage and patiently waiting for us to be in tune, while Salsabila chose to turn to the arms of another man.

I cannot forgive unfaithfulness, while Salsabila thinks I am wrong for not being a tough husband for him until he turns away.

'Don't make that excuse a justification for your affair, '" I growled. " Cheat, stay wrong! Whatever the reason!" my words clearly rejected the presence of Salsabila again in my palace.

Salsabila looked at me sharper with stifled anger. "Papa would never forgive me if I couldn't go back to being your wife, Julio! Can you see me dumped by family?"

"You only know you're like this and then? Then I don't think about it, huh!"

"Do you have feelings? All you can do is rule without wanting to know whether I like it or not!" The beautiful woman curses, not even a hint of regret in her eyes.

There were no shady gazes between us, never before. It's going to hurt, there's just hurting each other. Our best day is yet to come ... There will never be a beautiful day between the two of us.

"I hope this is the last time we meet. My lawyer will take care of our divorce." I cast Salsabila out from before me in a smooth manner.

"Broast, how dare you humble a Salsabila. I won't let you remarry any woman, that's my vow!"

That beautiful, beautiful, white woman pushed my body hard with hatred. I don't know what she's been through with the young man she was dating until he vented his anger on me.

Salsabila left me with her berserk and reddened eyes. At the time I wasn't sure he meant it by his vow. But, in fact, years later it was so difficult for me to get a partner back to life. In my mind, maybe it was just because I was more careful to choose the woman I would approach and not easily fall for the woman who was chasing me because of social strata only.

My failure to understand and guide a woman like Salsabila, left a deep imprint on my heart. I tried to build character one day to find a person who is in harmony with my goodness that I continue to improve. And now, Hani was present in response to my prayers for almost ten years. May he be my soul mate until the end of my life.

Some may ask; what is the meaning of this life? There will be many answers to this question. Some answer is that life is money. So every second of this life that is sought is money. When he has no money, it is as if his life has been lost. Some people say that life is a position. Every second you look for is a position. Some people think that life is a chance to have fun. So for this class worldly pleasures are the main purpose for which money is sought.

This life is a precious opportunity for us. Let us not waste life in this world for something that is not clear and will be lost. The pleasure of this world if we want to think well, then it is not long. Just a moment, isn't that so?