Missing the Love of Husband

Chapter 2 A Little Hint

Dery tried to let go of my embrace to him. “Lin is already noon, later mas can be late!” As if I was forced to wake up from a dream, I was forced to realize that this was now my husband! I loosened my arms, and slowly I began to let go, I felt ashamed... For the umpteenth time, Mas dery refused me again.

After that incident, I stopped questioning my husband, Dery also did not feel guilty to me, I noticed from the dressing glass he was ready and going down, he did not even glance at me at all, I noticed from the dressing glass he was ready and was going to go downstairs, so you don't want me to?

I polish my face with thin makeup, I used to feel proud because every time I look in the mirror and make up, Mas Dery will come and immediately praise me, if he is lucky to marry me. Now it's so much different.. There's a new Mas Dery habit..

To be strangers in our own home. After finishing decorating I immediately went down to breakfast with the kids.

I saw Mas Dery talking to them.

“Abi, why did Abi not pray at dawn?” ask the eldest Rafa.

“Oh.. Abi prayed, but in the room,” replied Mas Dery.

“Why does Abi even pray in the room, why not worship with us? Long time ago Bi, we did not worship together kayak first again, Now Abi is busy, pity Umi!” said Rafi, my heart desires to see my children who are even sensitive to the change of Abinya.

I was still silent about nothing, this time when Dery glanced at me, probably hoping I could let go of the children's questions. But I ignored his gaze, so be it.. Let him know how he feels ignored.

“Kok pity Ummi anyway, Ummi why?” 

“Ya every night Ummi always wait for Abi to come home, to fall asleep on the sofa, Why Abi does not go home cepet anyway, every day overtime continues, even now Abi rarely has time for us yes sis!” cerocos Rafi again, indeed among my twins, Rafi is the most chatty and witty, in contrast to Rafa who is irritable to talk.

“Can't work, son, for us too right? make Rafa's future with Rafi,”

“Free a lot of money if Abi already does not love us the same Ummi!” Jleeb! Rafa's words just now were like slicing my heart that had indeed gaped its wounds.

I stared fixedly at Dery, if he would realize what his son was saying.

“That's Rafa Rafi! You guys are already big, where to go Abi anyway,” protest mas Dery. I thought she was being insinuated by her son's words, but it turned out that she was blaming the children.

“Mas Enough! Kids, it's almost 6.30 let's quickly finish breakfast, let's not be late for school,” I interrupted their conversation, I'm afraid my children will be offended to hear the answer from Abinya, I'm afraid, luckily, the children obeyed my words. After they finished eating they ran into the room and took their bags.

“You do not provoke children like that Lin, they are still teenagers, besides you why the hell, I work for you.. You are so weird!” I was a little surprised by Dery's prejudices to me, and this was the first time I heard Dery say the word ’aku’ to himself.

“The strange thing is you mas, do you not realize, lately you changed? You don't think there's any where we are here? Why?”

“Already Lin, it's still morning, nothing has changed from me! I'm leaving!” he put his hand to me salami. I also welcomed him, and kissed the back of my husband's hand, before the last 6 months, every going to work, every going to work, dery didn't forget to always kiss my forehead, but now.. Everything has changed. There is only the habit of Mas Dery which is slowly getting farther and harder once I approach.

’What are you why mas?’ my mind in my heart.

“Ummi!” Rafa's call broke my daydream.

“Dear, are you done? Yuuk departs,”

I drove the kids to school as usual, after which I went straight to my boutique. Yesterday I didn't come there because my head was a little dizzy, so today I checked the financial statements last night. It just so happened that yesterday there was a new item that had just arrived.. 

“Nisa.. Yesterday's report is already on my desk?” ask Nisa the most exemplary employee and I trust taking care of the boutique if I am not present.

Actually the living that Mas Dery gave me is very decent and many, you could say I do not lack anything, but having my own boutique is my dream since long ago, because indeed I really like in the world of fashion, the items I sell are also diverse, ranging from bags, shoes, accessories and other women's needs. This boutique was there when I was a girl, the capital given by Papa I used well for my own business, Tabarakallah now I have 3 branches in each of the big cities.

”Nis? What's up?” ask him.

“Bu.. Emm.. Duh how do I say it," Nisa seems like it's hard to say.

“Nisa.. What are you gonna say? By the way,”

“Yesterday, I saw you here same woman Bu!”

Degh's!

A female? My Dery?

“Sorry Mom, the woman was like being close to the Father, happened to be the Mila had his picture, and sent this to me,” Nisa directly thrust her phone to me, instantly my heart was like being stabbed by a dagger, tight! That's what I felt when I first saw Mas Dery holding a long, black woman's intimate.

Who is that girl? Did he cause Mas Dery to turn cold on me and the kids?

The question was dancing in my head, should I think positively about this? Or am I just finding out the truth?

Oh jesus.. If my husband really has another dream woman, what should I do? I should how?

Without feeling my tears flowing. Maybe Nisa realized that I was syock with it all.

“Mother.. I'm sorry if this photo bothers Mom, but I don't have the heart if Mom is being played by Father,” Nisa said again.I wiped my tears, I wiped my tears, I repeatedly held out to keep my heart calm.

“No Nis, sorry.. Maybe I'm too much, what time are you here?"

“Jam 8 Nights Bu,”

Last night Mas Dery came home at 10 p.m., and he said he was overtime, Astaghfirullah mas.. So this is what you mean by overtime?

“Did you say something to you?”

“No Ma'am, I even paid for a limited edition bag with us, which just arrived yesterday morning!”

“Moreover?” 

“Just all the ladies' groceries Mr. Payin Bu, the total expenses of Mr. range almost 50 jt,”

“OK! Thanks yes Nis.”

“Mother is okay?”

“Nothing!”

Seriate...