MY HUSBAND'S A BOY

Shitty

I could only stand by to watch him push the motor further away while holding the tightness. After my husband was completely invisible, I sat down on the porch chair. Cry broke.

"Why, Mommy?"

I quickly wiped the tears that ran down my cheeks. Look at the source of the sound. In front of the fence there was a neighbor who was looking at me with a concerned look. I took a deep breath, then stood up and stepped to the end of the terrace.

"That's okay, ma'am Rima, '" I replied. However, Miss Rima did not seem to believe my answer.

"If papa why cry?" kepo continued.

"Eum, anu ma'am, just baper aja abis watch a movie kite torn," kilahku. Miss Rima nodded, then went home. I nodded in favor.

*****

Minutes passed changing hours. The afternoon had passed and the night had not yet come home. I was getting anxious and my heart was burning with jealousy. Bad prejudice continues to haunt. Again, I can only walk around the living room. Every now and then the curtains look outside. Slender.

I could only nag myself when I tried to call her and her number was off. I sent him a chat, and he didn't read it either. Just two gray ticks.

What the hell are you, Cil? Why is it like this? I hate this situation. Argha! Urung I throw the phone when the sound of incoming message notification clinks. I thought Bocil was replying to my message, but it wasn't. Apparently a message from Ulfa, my office friend.

[Fa, I saw your husband again in a romantic dinner at the same cafe as a girl.]

Instantly it felt like this chest was hit by a heavy object. Tight and very painful. Especially when Ulfa sent me the photographic evidence and it was my husband. Being with a young and beautiful girl. Different from the woman he was talking to this afternoon. I don't know who else it is.

[Fa, mending you here, deh, suck him up and run over the woman. I will support you. Cepetan, yes, I wait!] I read a follow-up message from Ulfa while shedding tears and sobbing.

[I don't have the strength to go there. You watch them.] This finger trembled as it typed that reply message.

[Well, that's it, Fa. Dateng come here, dong. I helped the crash, huh. Come on, dong, Fa, don't be so mushy. Cepet, here!] Ulfa sent another message. I just read it, no longer have the strength to retaliate.

[Fa, you really don't want to come down here to hit them?]

It feels too painful. I couldn't afford to come to them. Let me wait for Bocil to come home.

******

The clock hand points at the number eleven night. The kid just got home. Quickly I waited for him behind the front door.

"Where are you from?" todongku when he just came in.

"What the hell, Ma'am. I'm, uh, tired of taking a break" he said. Then I went into the room. Whatwasthat? He called me 'take' again? Why does it hurt, is it the heart?

I closed the door, turned off the television and followed her into the room. His intention was to ask for an explanation from her, but she was already sleeping. I don't know if I'm just pretending. Really, he's turning shitty. I can only take a long breath. Then pick up the jacket that he left strewn on the floor. I swear, this isn't the boy I know. He doesn't usually put his jacket down like this.

I lay down next to the Bocil with a feeling of tightness and pain. We slept in a back position. My tears keep washing my pillow.

******

I woke up like a surprised person and was immediately in a sitting position. Suddenly the head felt dizzy. Screeched in shock at the sight of the clock and it was already noon. I hurried off the bed, ran to the kitchen.

The kitchen is very messy. Looks like Bocil's fried rice. I checked the hood and it turns out that he didn't leave me. Exorbitant! Dirty laundry is still in the basket. The floor is still dirty yet swept and dipel.

I walked forward, the Bocil's bike was gone. Fence in open condition. Did the boy leave for work first?

I went back inside and took a shower, then got ready to go to the office. Sit on the terrace waiting for taxi orders to arrive. Again, my tears are shed. I'm sad to think about the change in attitude of the Bocil. It feels like something is missing. Sick and empty. I put my face in between hands folded on the terrace table.

I flinched as someone held this shoulder gently. Is that Bocil? I looked up to see who owned this hand.

"Reno!"

"Hi, why are you crying?" ask Reno. He looks panicked. Quickly I wiped away the tears.

"That's okay, really," I said. Then he put on a fake smile.

"Don't lie! This must have something to do with your husband, right? Tell me the same! Are you the same as him? Hmm?"

"I'm okay, Ren. Ah, I want to go to work. I'm guessing it's coming." I moved from sitting. Reno blocked my arm. He came back to find me.

"Jawab my question first. Are you with your husband? No, I'm not gonna take your hands off before you're honest!" force Reno.

"He didn't mind me, Ren. Really! Hmmm, mending you go. Because I'm going to the office too. It's late, here. Take my hand!" Reno took a deep breath, then let go of the check. I got into a taxi and told the road driver. I looked back, Reno followed me from behind. Until I'm in the office.

"Why are you following me, anyway, Ren?" ask me after my cab leaves. Reno got out of the car and now we're standing face to face.

"I just want your mastiin to survive to the destination" he replied while holding both sides of this shoulder.

"Here you go, Ren. Mending you go. I don't want my husband to misunderstand me again." I hurried to leave Reno who was still standing in front of the fence.

By the time I entered the office, it seemed to be true, the Bocil had already left first. He's mopping in the lobby. He was so cute when I passed by next to him.

"Tumben, not going together?" ask Ulfa, "Oh, it must be because of the semalem, huh?" continues whispering.

I haven't even asked my husband for an explanation about Ulfa's information last night. Who's the lady? Was that the woman who managed to distract the Bocil?

"Hey, even dumbass!" ulfa Sentak. I gasped, then pulled her into the workroom.

"Udah, work!" I cried as Ulfa continued to search for things last night.

It was so painful after work that Bocil left me again. When I got home, I met my husband who was ready to leave. I don't know where to go. His appearance is neat and fragrant. When I asked, he was dumb.

Enter this chest tight house. It's all still a mess. Even more messy. I sat on the sofa in the middle room leaning back. Again, the tears just escaped.

******

Almost eight o'clock in the evening, I just finished cleaning up the house. It feels like the body is crumbling dimly. I sat on the living room couch enjoying a cup of warm tea. Checking the phone had intended to contact Bocil, but was instead startled by an incoming message from Reno.

[Fa, your husband crashed in front of the Sandalwood Restaurant.] Complete with a photo of the bloody boy.