Love for Adita

Love For Adita 41

And what Tristan knows is, if I get out of this house, it's gonna be the same fate as mommy, in fact, if I get out of this house, I could build a more luxurious house than the one I now occupy.

" Why silence? Afraid of being a bum?"

I took Farah and immediately ran.

Tristan chased me until there was a tug-of-war between Ak and Tristan fighting over Farah.

Farah's fear of crying out loud, but it didn't diminish our determination to get Farah completely.

From a distance papa and mama's car entered the yard of this house. Seeing us fighting over Farah, Mami ran towards us, and immediately carried Farah.

" Fucking crazy old man." mama snapped to both of us.

" Cup.cup..luck..." Mama went into the house while trying to silence Farah. Papa pulled Tristan in. I chose to sit outside. My face is puffy. Because I cry too much.

I kept quiet outside for a long time. Until my mother came to me.

" You guys why? If there is a problem, it should be discussed carefully, not in the way you wrestle Farah. If Farah sprained her hand? Or worse injured? You'll be sorry for the rest of your life for causing Farah's disability."

I came back as much as I pleased. I can't imagine if that happened.

Mama rubbed my hair gently.

" Farah's asleep, we're in now, okay?" Mama pulled my hand gently.

Papa is advising Tristan. I sat across from him.

" Let's tell me, what's your problem?" Ask papa.

I waited for Tristan to speak first. But he remained silent until papa spoke again.

" You still have parents to mediate with. If you both have high ego, then papa and mama will bring Farah to live with us. Papa doesn't trust you to nurture and educate Farah well. Farah was still a baby, still small, like a white paper. We are the biggest control holders, want to be flanked by the paper, want to be given what color the paper is. The child was partially damaged because of his parents. And papa doesn't want that to happen to papa's granddaughter. Farah's happiness and Farah's health are the main ones right now for papa.

" Pa." call me slow. I hesitated to complain to my father-in-law about Tristan.

" Let's tell me... Don't be afraid." Answer papa gently.

" Pa, it's natural for another woman to kiss a married man.what's more until she goes to the discotheque and holds him." My great-grandson.

" You mean? Tristan kissed another woman like that?" Ask papa surprised.

" Yes pa, and I see with my eyes and my head. The woman deliberately behaved more affectionately to Farah's father. Am I wrong to be jealous? Am I wrong to be angry and yell at Farah's father, pa? What I saw was wrong, Dad. A man married to a single woman does the unusual. Tristan did not accept it. In fact... On a stint out of town, Farah's father took her by the side.." I stared intently at Tristan's eyes, perhaps surprised that I knew his actions.

" You're slandering me?" Tristan does not accept my words

" Do you have any evidence?" Ask papa wisely.

I go to the guest room, I slide the empty closet and I take a photo that I have printed on a piece of paper.

" This is the proof, p.a." I gave the picture to Papa.

" Oh God.. Tristan..." Mom got up and slapped her son's two cheeks.

Plaque! Plaque!

" The child does not know himself. Your wife is angry." Snapping mom at Farah's dad.

" Whoever his wife will be angry if she receives your photo like this. Where has your relationship with that woman been? Answer honestly..."

Tristan pulled the paper from my mom. He looked at me for a long time, then breathed heavily.

" Where is this from? You sent a spy?" Cold asked.

" Just answer my mom's question, how far is your relationship? If you fuck that bitch, mama make sure you lose your thing to Farah and Adita." Threat mom.

" You know Tristan, how long have you struggled to get Adita's love? How-how long? You chose Adita as your companion, and you hurt her. Has your father ever given you such knowledge?" Ask my mom again.

" Tan, if papa is a bad man, maybe now your mama is sickly, maybe your mama is not young like this. The wife is a reflection of the husband." Papa's advice to his son.

" Tristan was tired of Adita pa ma. His jealousy was very strong, he was also too busy taking care of Farah to forget to take care of me and himself. Pa Tristan always gives fantastic monthly money, but look at Adita, she's nothing like a maid. Try if he wants to hire people in this house, maybe I'm not interested in Alexa or wsnita out there.

" Tristan-Tristan, you should be proud of your wife, son. He is frugal and not royal. He can take care of his baby with both hands. He managed to take good care of Farah. Farah is smart at her age. Clean house, your clothes are neat. You're lucky, Tan. Why did Mom say you were lucky? Because there are many women out there who cannot take care of their own children. All done by baby sisters. Do you want a woman like that?

Every woman has her flaws and her advantages. Not same. As the head of the family, you must support the positive activities that your wife does, not vent to other women, Tan."

" And for you, Adita. Try to look more attractive. Farah does need our attention, but the big mustachioed baby cannot be ignored either. You have to learn to balance everything. Stay a beautiful mother, and smart. Don't focus too much on everything. Now apologize to each other. Never have a thought of divorce." Mama said again.

" Dit, sorry.." Tristan extended his hand.

" I'm sorry, too..." My speech.

Tristan hugged me tight. Very comfortable in the embrace of her own husband.

" So a lesson for you.If there is a problem and can not be solved, try the story with parents." Papa's message to us.

Because we managed to make peace, mama fan papa said permission to go home.

Stay both of us.

" Dit, cook gih. I'm hungry." Tristan held her stomach.

Because my mood had improved, I finally went to the kitchen to cook. Cook just plain vegetable spinach, and chicken sauce. One of Tristan's favorite foods.

After a long drama, it looks like Tristan is really hungry, the proof is that he is very hungry to eat.

I finished everything I chose to take a shower. Remembering my mother's words, in addition to being a good mother to Farah, I must also be a good wife to Tristan.

As a wife we must be able to serve maya husband, husband's stomach is also the husband's bed. Isn't that how it is?