I REPLY TO MY HUSBAND'S AFFAIR

Chapter 69. Silent

Now the comfort of life is almost there. Well-established work has given me welfare, soon I can buy a house and a number of rupiah is also in storage. That said, when a lot of money in the hand, then sleep will be sound.But, why haven't I been able to feel the sound of the night? What is lacking in my life now?

The love and longing that I'm now starting to hold for this guy named Julio, I never thought I'd start making my night fret. My reasoning whispered, if you stay alone with the child will be much better for me as I continue the day ahead. However, this longing is also starting to firmly take root in the recesses of my heart. Ah, shouldn't I be at my age now that I'm entangled in a man's charm, shouldn't a child be more important to me?

Wait-wait, but marriage is the worship of a lifetime right? From that road I can reach the door of heaven a husband, then I also have a place to share sad and happy. So, it's not wrong if I choose to remarry. But it feels like me and Julio are like the earth and sky. And maybe also our belief does not coincide .. is not to be able to go to jannah together, required the same common law of husband and wife equal to be able to achieve it?

In the past, before much to find out, I only lived my marriage with Mas Bayu like a person in general, without feeling the need for a foundation of marriage knowledge to be able to achieve happiness in eternal heaven. But now my view is different.

"Han, Hani ..." Sayup, softly heard my ex-mother-in-law knocking on the door of the room, flying the fretful sleep bully tonight.

"Yes, Mom?" I replied gently as I descended down to trace the floor to the door.

"Mother toothache can't sleep. You got the cure?" lamented my former mother-in-law holding back the pain, she held her cheek as she grimaced widely.

"*so with me maybe the readers know the cure for toothache, really the spirit is lost for the continuation of the story! Please who knows toothache medicine news ⁇ 😭😭*"

I glanced at the round clock on the wall of the room, already almost pointing at the number ten, this late it felt like there was a stall around the housing that was still open.

"Before Hani look at the stock of drugs first, there are still pain relievers what not, yes, ma'am."

Before long, I met again the middle-aged woman who was sitting holding back the pain on the edge of my bed. Thankfully there is still medicine for my ex-mother-in-law, hopefully to ease her teeth.

"Please, Hani. Mother can not sleep, besides toothache, inexplicably the mother's heart is restless. Just keep thinking Bayu, is that kid okay?" isak my mother-in-law while wiping the corner of her eyes that began to get wet.

My fear that had originally enveloped my heart, slowly disappeared. My former mother-in-law needed more rigor than me to keep the complexity in mind, if you should I calm her heart. Even though the night is late and needs comfort in the room, but I must patiently accompany this twilight woman. Are not those who are patient, they are the most beloved of God? Patience has unlimited rewards.

"Don't break up praying Mas Bayu, Mom. That's all I can do right now. A mother's prayer must be God's prayer, right?" I said softly, I rubbed my mother-in-law's shoulder slowly to relieve her stuffing.

"Mother pray on. You and my mother's grandchildren are always praying for me. Although the mother was wrong, but I believe God still hears my prayers" said the mother-in-law.

"Thank you, Mom, pray for Hani and Fahmi. Do you want to sleep here?" soft ask.

My former mother-in-law nodded. Be that night we slept together with each other's thoughts and unrest. I set my heart, literally throwing my anger at my mother-in-law to fly away. With care, I listened to every word spoken from the mouth of the woman lying beside me. Mother also tells the way of marriage with her late husband, the moments of the phase of his life full of memories.

"You and mom are different, Hani. Her mother's husband only knew to give me a note of money, quiet did not say much. While your husband is more chatty, Bayu does not like quiet women, so I think he will be happier with Dini. Sorry you've been wrong."

It is unexpected that mother-in-law will bring up about me and Mas Bayu, while for me it has become a story of the past that gives great wisdom to my change in self-improvement.

"Easy, Mom. Hani is sorry mom. It's all gone and I know God did test me for the bad guys to be a better person."

"So you can apologize Bayu too? If you just refer to how, you can start again by improving each other."

"Mom, Hani thought that Allah is Most Just who knows best for me and Mas Bayu. Although I have forgiven his actions, but the shadow of his mistake is difficult to remove from the heart, still hurt to know how long it will imprint."

"But someday, maybe you won't remember the mistake if Bayu has become a better person and can be the husband you want?" push mom again.

I just kept my eyes closed. Often I hear, only bo_doh women who want to accept back an unfaithful husband .. said people, cheating is a disease, bucin may but bo_doh do not get it. My situation now, I think I am no longer angry at Mas Bayu's betrayal because the destiny line is like that. But to receive it back is still not plucked in my heart.

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(When are you ready to create a boutique advertisement? Don't be too long, urgent for promotion.)

My phone screen flickered when a message from Mr. Julio came in and I read it immediately. I'm a free man now with no more marriage ties, but in a confusing vortex of life choices to trace my way into the future.

While often me and Mr. Julio are in the same time and place, eating will be more intertwined our closeness. I'm still thinking, what am I looking for in life? I, just a man of the earth who is waiting for the queue to be called back to God, just want the rest of my age not in vain and pocket my provisions in the hereafter.

My fingers stopped every time I wanted to press the letters to reply to the message from the brown-skinned man, neither could I decide to send a reply.

As expected, Mr. Julio will definitely call when the message is not returned. The man, now more diligently just use his phone to keep looking for news about me, very different from the beginning I knew first who patiently held back to not ask for my phone number at all.

"Yes, Mr Julio?" I asked after we said hello to each other and asked for health news.

"Busy around?" tanyanya gently.

"Little bit. I just saved a proposal for my team vacation," I said honestly.

"Well, where do you get a vacation? How dong our boutique advertising project, still had worked first ngak?" asked the tall man, his voice sounded anxious.

"To Holland. This is just a check fee, not yet a ticket reservation and others, really. It's still a long vacation, "my class gives him peace of mind.

"Oh, so, let's pass the proposal. So when does our project start?" He asked me the same thing again.

"When, huh?" confused answer.

"Well, back to it. I'm patient waiting for you, but urgent for promotion, you have to make it quickly" explained the tall man again.

"Yes." Yeah." I looked down on my own, confused.

"Continue?"

"Sir Julio when?" my question ended up not feeling good, had long made him wait.

"Week day can it be? Mom and Dad want to see you."

"Huh? Is there anything important?" my question was very surprised, did not expect Mr. Julio's parents to want to see me.

"Important, they want to take you with me into my palace later, cieeee. Sorry I was kidding a little. But, seriously, Hani. I told my mom and dad that I was sure to ask you" said Mr. Julio in a thick and heavy voice, sounding earnest at the end of his speech.

The man spoke from his cell phone in a distant place, but his figure seemed to be in front of me as he stared fixedly looking for my heart.

"Hani?" call him, sound worried.

"I .. yes, sorry I was surprised. Confused to answer."

"You're not sure you made me a berth and a leaning? Don't believe I'm capable of being a responsible devoted husband?"

"Not .. It's not like that. I still need time to decide.

"Decided to reconcile with Bayu again? I thought you had wiped it out of your heart!" he said, sounding hurt.

"Sorry, Mr. julio, sorry. Not so either. I still need time, that's all. It's too soon to start another marriage."

"Hmmp, so, huh? Am I still not good? You want me to fix my attitude which?" The good guy never gives up on losing.

"Nothing, Mr. Julio, nothing" I said hurriedly, not wanting to offend the good man.

"I'm confused, but I'm." Mr. Julio was heard to take a short breath.

Silent. I was silent, still contemplating the way God had brought me to meet that thick-browed man in such a short time. As for Mr. Julio, I know he must be silent because of his disappointment.

"Sir Julio, Sunday we start our advertising project, yes. I'll tell Fahmi. Where do we meet?" I said after thinking for a moment.

"In the Orange Rainbow Penang, yes. Nine o'clock in the morning. Mama and papa can come too?" his question sounded anxious.

"Eeem, what do we do for the ad model first? Cook yes Mr. Dito and Bu Dito should wait for us to finish the photo session, not polite," kilahku stalling answers.

"Yes, it's been. Maybe next time. Don't forget to rest, it's not good to be too tired to pursue the world."

"Thank you .. anyway," I was amazed, the man gave me a good message at the end of his sentence, it seemed like he was really getting his faith now.

"OKAY. See you on Sunday, God willing," he said.

"Sheap, god willing."

Silent for a moment, as if Mr. Julio was reluctant to close the conversation. Not long after he said the greeting I answered nervously

My conversation and Mr. Julio's been cut off from that, but my heart is getting increasingly unsettled. Who am I going to share my fret? Asking Luluk, he will definitely support me to immediately accept the proposal of Mr. Julio to be immediately halal. Asking my mother-in-law is the same as giving her grief. Or, should I ask for consideration of my child? After that, of course, I will complain to God on my prayer mat in the next third of the night.

My fingers danced on the keyboard, my eyes were fixed on the laptop screen, my body was sitting in my workroom, but my soul wandered erratically until the work I never touched either. This team vacation proposal when it must be submitted immediately.

"Dan, Hani. Have you heard the latest news about Dini?" Luluk patted my shoulder hard, wiping out all the fret in my heart.

"Huh, what are you asking?"

"But it works. Lupain was Julio. Beres not yet working? We have lunch first, yuk, while chatting Early," Luluk put his face close to my face, nyerocos without pause while grinning.

"Can, come." Luluk took his box, I was the same. Then we began to eat our cuisine in a hurry to be able to perform zhuhur prayers afterwards.

"I saw Early yesterday again in the middle of the road, but I lost track."

"Oh, huh? I'm alone?"

"No, there's a man."

"I was also curious about the man, about who. I know where he lives."

"Yes, tell Bayu dong."

"No way, her phone number is not active. I don't know where Bayu lives"

"Well, unfortunately. How is his fate now?"

"So, my mother-in-law is also waiting for news."

While we were having lunch while discussing things, a knock on the door made us stop chewing.

"Please, just come in. Who, huh?" exclaim Luluk sonorous.

"Mom Hani is there?" A familiar voice sounded along with the door that opened slowly.

"There is," said Luluk.

My guest this afternoon made my eyes unable to blink. Seen to me, a white woman wearing a headscarf but her clothes were still a little tight, standing in front of the door. Luluk raised his chin to me as if asking who that woman was.

"Mom Salsabila?" My fists still can't believe I saw her wearing a hijab. Does that woman want to mock me by dressing like that? I thought badly without being able to stop.

"After lunch apparently. Sorry to disturb you. I'll just wait in the lobby." The beautiful woman wanted to quickly pass by while waving her hand.

"We want to pray zhuhur first but, Mom!" seruku hurry.

"Yes, I wait," Salsabila replied loudly but sounded friendly and patient.

"Bu Salsabila wears a hijab. Yesterday he was still angry with me, and today he looks so friendly?" I said confused to Luluk.

My friend rounded his mouth while gawking too, then he shrugged. We also immediately headed to the small mosque at the end of the floor of this building to pay four rakaat immediately.

Repeatedly I dismissed the bad thoughts on Salsabila but failed. It was very strange if the woman changed well in an instant. Is it wrong if I don't believe in the hijab she wears? O God, who am I to judge others who are not necessarily worse than me, and I am not necessarily better than him?