I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

Chapter 68. I'm So Missing

Bayu POV

I held a long-handled broomstick, collecting the Acacia foliage strewn across the courtyard of the building, continuing to sweep until the clean road surface was easy to walk. Dozens of Acacia trees circled the front yard to the back of the building, shedding countless leaves. Moisturizing sweat on the forehead, pausing to straighten the back after incessantly moving from early in the morning.

Here I am, in an office building like I used to be. But now I'm just a janitor, no longer sitting in a cool, comfortable air-conditioned room. I had been hilmi piggybacked after dawn earlier until before the officials, staff and employees of this office arrived.

"Pak Bayu has never been a janitor? All right I'll explain quickly, please pay attention!" By the way, our cleaning supervisor explained my work. I just nodded obediently, feeling like I was nobody in front of him.

Ah, just hearing those menial work tasks, my ears were already tight, making me feel like I really was a commoner. No need for convoluted interviews or strict selection, only by being brought by Hilmi only I started working this morning after submitting my data.

After sweeping the leaves, I and a colleague had to rush open the rooms as well as collect garbage, then throw it into the shelter. Staring at the office rooms really makes me sad, remembering that I was struggling in a room similar to the dashing and respected my subordinates. Now, everything is just a memory.

All tasks must be done quickly, making my breath run out as if only half. The hunger and thirst quickly greeted my body. This morning I was only able to fill my stomach with a little sweet bread that I bought at a roadside stall.

I looked at Hilmi tirelessly starting to sweep through the rooms in the building, then asked me to help her mop the floor. The young man's face still looked bright there was no indentation of frowning like the look of my face. Yes, I admit, I am still half-heartedly doing this work, maybe that sense of unrequitedness is what makes fatigue more quickly. Unlike Hilmi who looks light hearted work though quite draining.

The floor of the room was shiny and fragrant one by one the occupants of this office building began to arrive wrapped in neat and fragrant clothes, making my chest claustrophobic staring while asking when I could come back like them again?

In a small room near the office pantry, we were given a moment to quench our thirst, before continuing to clean the toilet, glass, and tidy up the furniture in less tidy spaces. Not to mention having to check the AC flame in each room, and a series of other jobs are still waiting. What a tiring job.

In the past, I never appreciated the labor of the cleaning workers in the Superindo building where I worked. I think they are just a trivial task, it turns out that people like them are very great rupiah fighters. Even after noon, I could breathe a sigh of relief, again we could rest in the room near the pantry.

"Oh my goodness, my. It turns out that this is how heavy the job is," I said softly to Hilmi, holding back hunger and the body that no longer has the strength.

"Please be patient, Mom. I will get used to it too. I bought him a meal first, yeah. How many packs?" Hilmi looked at me pity.

"Eemm, the cheapest." I held out a piece of money with a sigh.

No matter what my surroundings were, I laid my body on the floor with both hands to support my head. It's so bad my life is now. Exploring the ceiling of the room, the faces of the people I missed made me a little tired can be ignored. I've been a failed husband to Hani, but I don't want to be a failed father to my son, let me do this for my pride as a man.

Before long, Hilmi returned with two packs of rice for us, invited me to enjoy the simple menu on the side yard of the building. Hilmi said, more free to breathe fresh air there while looking at street traffic, I also according to him.

"Mas Bayu has worked before where? or just wander through this town, huh?" hilmi asked while looking at me who was greedy eating food because it had run out of energy. I almost choked, painstakingly swallowing my food. Hearing the young man's question, my tongue complained, I could not say my previous position was quite classy.

"Eh, that. I used to be an office employee but there was a job termination so idle. There is a little trial of life. Oh yes, I forgot not to thank you for being invited to work," I replied nervously.

"Casual, Mas. You welcome. I'm so happy there's a chatter buddy."

Our rest time was not much, Hilmi hurriedly pulled my arm to invite ablution for the prayer of zhuhur in the small mosque of this building. I gasped for a moment, it had been a long time that my faith was left so far wasted that I did not pay the call of prayer again.

"Mas Hilmi first, still dry later I will follow," I said withstanding embarrassment.

The sky looks so bright with the sun slightly stinging. I rubbed the sweat, remembering my worship that was increasingly unclear since being with Dini and the further I left when stranded from the comfort of my life.

For a long time I was stuck, staring at the figure of Hilmi who was eagerly queuing up to take ablution water despite his fatigue and many colleagues chose to sleep rather than pray during this momentary rest.

Walking hand in hand with Hilmi, I came out of the mushola with a calmer heart. We both returned to find time to continue our work. In a hurry I followed the young man who had just become my friend, turning to the front yard to more quickly enter the office building of the mosque.

A car that I had seen seemed to pass slowly in the front yard, immediately I remembered who the owner of the vehicle was. Someone I've been looking for before, but it's hard to find.

As powerful as I could, I ran after the car while shouting the name of the woman in the luxury vehicle. But baby, I can't be chased by me anymore.

"Why do you get chased, you know the guy? asked Hilmi who was standing on the edge of the courtyard of the building waiting for me to turn around again.

"Yes, that's my friend. Does Mas Hilmi know which room it works in?"

"Well, sorry, Mom. I don't understand. Many guests come here often. But I think I saw the car several times passing, usually during the break."

"Oh, yeah, maybe not working here, just some business here."

"Yes, Mas. Let's get some more work done, let's get it done."

I nodded, but my mind was filled with curiosity about the Dini car I saw earlier. Hopefully I will be reunited with him later in this building area. The next second, it struck me to buy a cell phone so I could use it to try to contact the woman again. Now I'm working and the rest of my money is not for business capital.

"Mas, can you ask me to stop by for a minute? I need to make people's phones" I said as I stepped in line with Hilmi.

"Can, Mas, just relax."

I smiled, patting Hilmi on the shoulder with deep gratitude. Shown to have that expensive flat object again, happiness has filled my chest cavity because it will be able to call my mother, my son and ... Hani's.

The twilight sun changed with thick clouds that were marching across the sky. I put the phone I just bought in my plastic bag and put it in my backpack. Burung Mas Hilmi drove his old motor racing with a drizzle that began to fall. We agreed to continue the journey home which is not far away.

The cold rain water Rinai we did not ignore, continued to break through the crowded streets in order to get to the boarding room before the maqrib came.

Grateful we survived arriving at the contract even though we had to get soaked shivering withstanding the cold.

The night rolled around, I activated the SIM card I just bought earlier, then entered the mobile number of the person closest to me who I remembered out of my head. While bribing my meal pack and filling my stomach, I started typing a message for Dini that I saw her car this afternoon in the courtyard of the building.

Not much food entered my stomach, when nausea suddenly attacked I could not hold. I ran to the bathroom, then returned to the room limply. Cold sweat soaked my clothes, my body began to shiver. No longer tasteful to spend my food, nausea has not yet disappeared and my tongue feels bitter.

It was so sad, I curled up alone on a thin bed. There's no room for me to be spoiled, no one to take care of me when my body is weakly ill. Looks like my exhausted body can't bear the cold rain water until it falls ill.

If I hadn't cheated on Hani to hurt her heart? Ah, Hani, my true love is only her. Maybe forever it will be. Sixteen years with him was in my heart and no one could erase him. Hani, I need you.

The fever started attacking me, there was no medicine I had right now. To go out even I don't think I'll be able to. Asking for help Hilmi or other boarding friends does not feel good to disturb their rest. I can only endure pain alone, yes, alone.

I really miss the decapitation and pure love Hani. Even though I don't deserve to miss him, I miss him.

A man, probably will not realize the weakness of his body when he is still successful in the establishment of life. However, when wasted alone and sick to body like me today, then realize if the attention of a sincere wife sincerely caring for her husband is priceless, irreplaceable and unrequited with luxury, luxury, or with any amount of treasure.