My Husband is Complimentary

Episode 34

I blinked my eyes, when I thought something was touching my forehead. My eyes were perfectly rounded, when I found mass Irsyad kissing my affectionate forehead.

I stared at him, millions of wounds I inflicted on him. He was silent, unmoved. Does he feel guilty now? I can't keep going like this. Everything must be clear!

"Mas, when are you coming home?" ask me while getting up and sitting leaning against the head of the bed.

"A few minutes ago," he answered flatly.

I saw his body fresh. The scent of her wet hair so gushed into my nose, Mas Irsyad sat down beside me.

I asked myself to ask the woman. Kuremas my pajamas, I'm afraid of Irsyad's answer. I'm afraid of his honesty.

"Maas ...." Call me lirih.

"Yes" he answered quickly, turning to me.

"Where have you been this day?"

"I was in the office, and then I had a meeting at a restaurant."

"Is that really all? I saw someone similar to you in the hospital, Mas."

I looked at his face, his eyes were already dewy. Is she going to cry in front of me?

"Mas ... don't tell me it's you!" I said again, even my voice was barely heard.

My throat feels choked. I lowered my face.

The clear thread was already flowing. He took me into his arms. I let go of her embrace. This is not what I want, but honesty.

"I'm sorry .." she said softly.

"Easy then?" Quick reply.

Indirect meaning of Mas Irsyad

admitting mistakes.

"You don't misunderstand, honey, he's just .." he hung up the sentence.

I better listen to his explanation. Is not good communication very important in a relationship? Moreover, my relationship and Irsyad is a couple of husband and wife.

"Tell me everything, Mas. I don't want to continue to be prejudiced against you. You need to know, this isn't the first time I've seen you with her .." I paused my speech.

"In our favorite restaurant, I've seen you with him. You were so comfortable and happy with her and you ..it was so easy to praise her beauty. In fact, you rarely praise me that easily!"

I took out a heart I had long harbored. I saw Irsyad was surprised.

Maybe he didn't think I knew everything. I erased the rough tears on the cheeks, abhorred to look weak before him.

"I'm sorry" that's the answer.

"Are you going to be honest with me now, Mom? Tell me about that woman!" I am sorry for Irsyad.

"Well, you better know everything. So you can believe that I didn't mean to lie to you. I love you so much Raina."

He sighed for a moment, before starting his story. His gaze was straight ahead.

"He was Nadin, my old high school friend. We were close until we graduated High School. Then we got separated, on the grounds that he was going to college out of town."

"However, before long, I got a bitter reality. Turns out, he went out of town to get away from me. His parents disagreed, due to differences in social status. He's from a rich family, and I'm..."

Her face was sad, I felt guilty forcing her to tell a story. Did I accidentally reopen the old wound he had buried? Sowing salt on a gaping wound, wouldn't it be so painful? I'm sorry Mas.

"She disappeared without news, until I heard the news that she already had a lover, it could even be said that the man was her future husband."

"Since then, I've been determined to help Papa's meager efforts. While in college, I stole time to study business. Until finally, the business that Papa pioneered developed rapidly."

"Papa is proud of me, thanks to my intervention his efforts are now progressing and after everything is successful, I focus on my lecture. Until finally, I started fighting for the beautiful girl who managed to steal my attention when OSEK first."

He smiled at the end of his sentence. My feelings warmed, and now I believe, that he loves me very much.

"Trust Rai, I won't be that bad. I love you so much, you are half my breath. Don't ever leave my life, Rai." Her eyes were soft, I saw her eyes glazed over.

I ran into his arms. How could I leave him? As much as I loved her, my world was filled with shadows. In my eyes there was nothing but him. Thank you for loving me patiently Irsyad Adi Prayoga.