I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

Chapter 65. Contrition

Sitting on the porch after work, I looked at Madam Wati who had just climbed on her husband's motorcycle. As the roar of the vehicle lit up, the young lady nodded her head at me bawling. After, he hugged tightly the waist of the husband who picked him up, so friendly and happy. Portrait of life touching the books this afternoon. Happiness is simple for those who can create it.

I still look at the passing of the woman who helped me in my house until it disappeared at the corner of the housing block.

As the twilight grew sharper, I hurriedly entered the house. How surprised I was to see the former mother-in-law standing in the living room as she tore her small bag of clothes with a flat look.

"Hani mom wants to say goodbye" said my ex-mother-in-law ketus.

"Where are you going?" manyworry.

"Go home to mom. Let it still be rehabbed, maybe it can still be while occupied as well. I just want to ask for help you deliver to the ATM first take a little money mother savings, continue to deliver to the house. Can you?" push the middle-aged woman to me.

"Aren't you at home here?" I asked, confused should tell the real mother about the house that has been sold.

"Sap. But you two have different attitudes to mom. I realize now it's not your in-laws anymore, surely you have to ride a longer," said the mother scowled.

"No, Mom, that's just mom's feeling, really." I rush to raise the heart of that old woman.

"Not to talk, Hani. If you are honest. I want to go home, just take it with me now" exclaimed my mother-in-law, still accusing me.

Does the older a person gets, the more fierce, pussy, childish, annoying, and elusive? I muttered to myself looking at my mother-in-law's attitude while thinking about how to tell her the truth. Really, I can't bear to deliver that bad news.

"Mom, actually Mas Bayu is being tested for difficulties" I said.

"What do you mean, what trouble? You don't make up stories." cried mom in a panic.

Slowly, I took the bag from the mother-in-law's hand and led the woman to sit on the chair.

"Mas Bayu must replace the office money brought in Early, Mom. The number is very large, forced to house and car has been sold. His savings were also drained." I slowly told my real mother.

"Yes Allah. What are you talking about?" asked the mother-in-law in a trembling voice, her hands holding my hands tightly.

"Yes, Mom. Hani speaking the truth, Mas Bayu has not dared to be honest with mother."

"Oh Allah, O Allah. Bayu ..." Mom started sobbing, her hands clasping my hands tighter.

"Mom's stuff at home how, a lot of mom's stuff is in the bedroom closet."

"Hani's stuff is still there, Mom. Maybe Mas Bayu already kept it." I calmed my mother-in-law as much as I could.

The mother-in-law's breathing was stingy, panicked and her face paled. Gently massaged his back, asking him to be patient and remember God. Seemed sadness rained deeply on the mother's face, even to move the mouth was not able.

The mother-in-law circulated the gaze staring at the contents of the middle room with a blank look, then swept my face fixed, and was stunned to embrace me. "Everything's been taken this fast. I have nothing, Bayu also left me here without any news. How should I be?"

I returned the hug of mother-in-law tightly. Long enough she shed her tears, then tried to get up, stand toting her bag back. "Mom's queue now, I'd like to see my husband's estate for the last one. Please deliver."

"This is what maqrib wants, we're leaving soon, yes, ma'am," I said softly as I breathed a sigh of relief to see my mother-in-law begin to try to be calm.

I called Fahmi, asking her to accompany her grandmother for a while. I'll make some warm tea for mother-in-law. Truly, I never pray bad for Mas Bayu and his mother even though they are zolim. If at last they should be entangled in trouble, it is the fruit of the despicable deeds which they sow themselves.

I asked Fahmi to remain silent at home, I explained to him if my grandmother and I had more urgent business. I asked Fahmi to be careful at home as long as my mother-in-law and I left.

Twenty minutes later we arrived at the mother's house, the spacious house roofed model limas sturdy had moved owner. Mother knocked the padlock on the gate while saying a loud greeting, but it was quiet there was no word from inside. Perhaps, this house is not inhabited by its new owner.

"In that house, Bayu kutimang and I grew up. In that house, my mother's husband went home. Inside, many of my sweet memories with their mother's grandchildren were born. That house also witnesses your kindness during my son-in-law. Now, I'm willing to let you go and choose who to continue the marriage with." Holding the iron bars of the fence, the mother loosened the tightness she felt.

Mother's words sounded sincere, very sincere even. The middle-aged woman had won the inner battle by acknowledging her misery all along, despite having to lose everything she had in a moment. I clasped my mother-in-law's shoulder with novelty.

Man is so, to get a good wisdom sometimes must open his heart with the bitterness of life first. That is the need to be careful in choosing attitudes towards others, because we will never know which of our physical good and evil will one day return to us.

"It looks like this house is not occupied yet. Do you want me to meet you here? Can ask for mother's right back mother's right back later" I asked.

It occurred to me that maybe I could help to bring Dini to meet, asking for the rights of both mother and child who were seized by my husband's usurper woman.

"You know where Dini is? Let's get you there first" said the excited mother.

I nodded, racing against the night I drove the car to Dini's residence which was quite far away.

The soft snoring of my mother-in-law sounded soft, I turned to look at her wrinkled face that looked so tired of bearing her sadness. Any anger, elevating the degree of parents I can still try to do. I still help my mother-in-law overcome her difficulties.

Mom woke up again as my car slowed to a stop in front of the gray house of Dini's residence. I told my mother to stay calm for her own health.

After repeatedly I hit the gate while saying greetings aloud. Finally a man seemed to scoop out a little window curtain, peeked for a moment, then hurriedly closed it back.

After the door opened, the woman we were looking for walked lazily in a thin evening dress she covered with a short knit jacket.

"Woman ja_lang, who else is she living with?" whispered mother was upset after having seen the man earlier and found Dini in her evening dress.

"Silence, Mom. Focus on our goals only," I said softly.

"Wow, have you guys made up? What are you going to do here tonight. Why not the Bayu who came alone!" Dini said as she raised her one eye fiercely.

"Heh, listen, yeah. Same old man has no gourmet. You ruined my son's life." Mom started riding.

"Bu .. I don't want to be destroyed alone. Bayu must also feel the destruction of life to want to die just feel," said Dini remained calm.

"Mom didn't expect, you're as cruel as we are."

"Cruel? It's worth your treatment of me. What do you want now? Arrange me to be impersonating Hani again? Haha." Dini sneered cynically.

"Bu Early. I just want Superindo's money back. Give them rights, MA'am!" sonorous say.

Dini did not answer, the woman grabbed her knit jacket and got closer to us, until we faced each other just behind the bars of the semi-timber fence.

"I just want Bayu to look for me." Without opening the padlock, Dini soon passed leaving us. Makes mom scream cursing at him in annoyance.

Dini lost behind the door, he still insisted Mas Bayu must come looking for her. I appease mom, it's okay today to fail as long as it has been trying to meet the woman. Again a man flicked the window curtain, this time he smiled broadly at us. I can't remember his face, who is that guy?