My wife's lover

chapter 12

The weather was not so hot anymore after Ashar. My son and I rode leisurely while looking to the right left of the road who knew someone was building a house and needed an iron fence or a trellis. In our hearts continue to pray that we may be given a spacious sustenance.

"Son, if you see a new house or building in the building, you say the same father, yes!" I'm telling Andre.

"Yes, yeah," he said enthusiastically. I'm lucky to have a son like him. He is strong and does not like to complain.

It did not feel long enough we went around until unconsciously had cycled further and further. I paused for a moment to guess what here is still a village with a mother's residence, it turns out that it is different. And when I asked the people who passed by, it turned out that it was now four in the afternoon when I and Andre had left the house since three o'clock. It is just right to feel tired.

I just feel tired, what about my son. Poor him. And again, he did not complain.

"Ndre. Are you tired, son?" ask my son that.

Andre nodded his head, "Yes, yeah. I'm tired" he replied quickly, wiping his sweaty forehead.

"Yes already then. Let's go home, yuk. But just another way," I told Andre.

Andre nodded his head again.

We went home by turning the road. I hope when I get home, I get sustenance.

But until it was near the mother's house, I did not see a single house or building that was newly built. Maybe I haven't found my recipe yet. I need to be patient and stay excited. For the sake of both my hearts.

I bought bread for the children. Just get it for them.

"Well, tomorrow I'm going to school" Andre said.

"Yes, kid. Is there anything you need for your school?" my many.

"My shoes are broken, yeah," replied Andre hesitantly.

"Hmm, you wear it first, yeah. I hope you get some money to buy new shoes for you."

Andre nodded, "Yes, well," he replied without protesting and complaining.

Arriving at my mother's house, I rushed to the bath and went to the mosque with my son to pray maghrib. After returning from the mosque there was Lisa sitting on the porch of the house.

What else did Lisa want here. My inner. I was lazy to deal with the mother of my children. I went in without greeting him again. And when my son passed by, Lisa immediately pulled Andre's hand.

"Mas Andre, come with yuk's mother. We're going to the shoe store. Your shoes are broken, you are ashamed of your friends. Your father can buy it" said Lisa cynically as she glanced at me.

I could only rub my chest to hear the mother's words from my son. He really insulted me. Since I didn't want to make a fuss, I immediately left him to enter the house. I don't know what Andre's answer to his mother's invitation was.

Shortly after, Lisa came into the house. He came up to me in the kitchen while mom was preparing our dinner.

"Mom, this mother's son has gone too far. He's been inciting my kids to not come with me anymore." Lisa complained to my mother. His face looked very upset.

"Lisa, I don't want to interfere in your household affairs. Please don't make a fuss at mom's house!" my mother said firmly.

"Huuhh, well mom if you don't want to help me. I will not remain silent. I'm gonna take my son back!" he said he was upset in front of my mother.

My mother could only shake her head. This is Lisa.

"Lisa, please go! Let the court decide who the children will go with! Don't fuss here, shame at hearing neighbors!" I said slowly but with emphasis.

"Huhh, make the cost of living everyday you can not suffice especially for the cost of divorce. Don't be your ass, mom! I'm waiting for the divorce papers and I'll make sure that I win custody of my kids!" say it with a cynical smile.

It hurts so much to hear his insults. I'm poor, but didn't he know it long ago and still want to marry me. Why is he protesting now. Is it because you have someone else who can give you more? I don't know. I don't care anymore. It's up to him. She is no longer considered my wife.

Lisa then comes out of the kitchen and meets Andre in the living room.

I'm determined to make more money for my two children.

After Lisa left, the family had dinner in silence. No one's making a sound. Everyone at the dinner table was not excited. Even the look of a sad face was clearly plastered on the faces of my two children. Forgive me, son. I said in my heart.

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The morning after my son and I came home from the mosque, we had breakfast as usual. My two kids are getting ready to go back to school after a week of school holidays.

The eldest is now in fourth grade Elementary while the youngest is only first class. Their age is only three years away. The eldest is nine years old while the youngest is six years old.

Before leaving for the store, I first drove them to school. I deliberately sent them to the same school so that they could look after each other and their school only took five minutes if using a bicycle. If the walk takes only ten minutes.

After dropping off my son, I rushed to the store. Because it was too early, the shop was not open. I sit in front of the terrace while looking at the passerby.If I was alone like this, I would always remember the past. Remembering my children.

Before long my boss came by driving his favorite car. Businesses that are pioneered by bosses from zero are fairly advanced. His business already has two branches that each branch is managed by his two sons and women.

"To, it's come you," said the boss with a friendly smile.

"Yes, boss. You've taken my two children to school, '" I said.

"Oh yes, the children have started to go back to school, yes" he said.

"Yes, boss," I said.

As usual, I helped bring out the building materials that were placed on the terrace. Soon the Guts also came.

"Andi sir's order was not delivered yesterday, right? Please deliver this morning too!" tell boss Toni.

"Okay, boss," I replied quickly.

Me and Budi then took royong to raise the goods to the pic car up. After completion, we then went to the buyer's house according to the address given by Toni's boss.

By noon, Budi and I had twice delivered goods to buyers and I offered if anyone wanted to order an iron fence or trellis. Thankfully, there was one person who wanted to order. He is a middle-aged father named Mr. Arwan and we promised to go to the workshop during the day I rest.

At exactly twelve noon, Mr. Arwan and Mr. Anop who yesterday had agreed to go to the workshop came together to the store. I'm letting the same boss out during the break.

I got in the car of one of them. Arriving at the workshop, I immediately met the owner of the workshop named Mr. Sugi. His workshop named Gigih Jaya Teknik was quite far from the store where I worked and took almost half an hour by driving a car.

Thank God they so order fences and trellises for windows in the workshop Pak Sugi. Even Mr. Anop to order with large numbers. After negotiating, Mr. Arwan immediately went home while Mr. Anop came home with me because he wanted to order building goods first at the building store Mr. Toni where I work.

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