My wife's lover

chapter 14

I am excited about my side job. Every time I go home from work I will take time to travel around sometimes to get home after prayers. My mother and children are getting used to my new routine.

Thank God in two weeks I was able to earn double my salary at the store. I can get money from the workshop sometimes two hundred, three hundred perorders but if many orders can also be a lot of my income.

And this afternoon I went straight home because I wanted to treat my family to a good meal. It just so happened that my mother was a little unhealthy which made her lazy to eat so she would buy me food that could make her tasteful. I put it on the dinner table what I bought.

My son and I went to the mosque first to pray Maghrib. After that we went straight home.

I bought a whole roasted chicken with a large size plus lalapan and sambelnya. Good food that we rarely can eat except when lebaran and have more money like now. We eat with lahab except for mothers who only eat a little maybe because of pain until their appetite decreases. But it's not important that you still want to eat.

After eating, we talked while watching tv. I also bought snacks for my children's snacks as well as my niece's.

"Well, I forgot there was a book left at the boarding house" said Andre suddenly.

I turned to him, "You want to take it now?" my many.

Andre nodded, "Yes, yeah."

"Yes already,ayo father interracial," I bargained.

"Hmm, is that okay? I'm afraid you're angry if we go there," he said hesitantly.

"Why should you be angry? I'd like to take the rest of my clothes, too. Aren't there still some clothes left in the hostel?"

"L-yes, yeah."

"Yes, now it's not too late!"

Both, me and Andre went to the hostel. Arriving at the boarding house, I immediately parked my bike near the gate. Just now Andre and I were about to go into the courtyard of the hostel, there was a neighbor whose house next to my hostel that was approaching us.

"Well, Mr Anto? Where did it just look? Andre and Alya have not been seen for a long time? Pity mbak Lisa alone continues," he said at length.

I just smiled lazily in response to his talk. Andre and I went into the hostel. Eh just passed two rooms, my hostess named mbak Siti whose door was open directly approached me. He looked at me from the tip of the foot to the end of the hair.

"Andre? Mr Anto?"

"Excuse me, take it" I said, trying to be friendly.

"Kids should not be told to stay away from their mothers. Pity his mother. It's like a stick here" he said cynically.

I kept walking regardless of his talk, but my son seemed sad and depressed. He just hung down.

Arriving at the front door of the room, Andre knocked on the door several times. Chequek. Door opens. Lisa appeared behind the door and then turned to look at me as well.

Lisa hugged Andre while crying.

"Son, have you come home? Don't stay with mom anymore, huh? Mom's alone here. Mom doesn't have anyone anymore. What's wrong with the mother until the children do not care about the mother anymore," he said with a loud crying voice.

I saw my neighbor outside watching us. Even the neighbors inside started to come out one by one. What Lisa deliberately acted like that to attract the sympathy of the neighbors. I don't know. . .

"I want to grab the same book with the rest of the clothes, Mom," explained Andre.

Lisa let go of her embrace, "So you're not here to stay with mom anymore? Why,Ndre? Why are you the same Alya can leave mother alone? What's mom's fault?" Lisa made her crying sound even more. I feel bad for my neighbor.

Andre then went into the room followed by his mother. But the sound of her mother's cry was still heard until the whispers of the neighbors began to sound in my ears. I feel like I don't have any face here anymore.

I'm still waiting for Andre to come out. Five minutes later Andre came out. Five minutes of waiting for Andre felt so long.

"Ndre, you can stay here alone!" he said and turned to me, "You have the heart. You want to take my kids! If you're bored with me, if you want to go stayin I'll please don't take my kids! You want a stepmother for my son?" he said with a stern look at me. I can only stroke the chest hearing all the chatter.

The whispers of the neighbors have now turned into insults on me. I'm the one who has nothing. I instigated my children. I am tired of my wife. I'm not grateful until I want to give a stepmother to my son.

I then walked away from the boarding room that had been my residence and the children. Andre followed me from behind. I know my son is depressed. Not to mention when we passed by a bunch of mothers who had been spying on me. Their insults and insults were so clearly heard in my ears.

I took my bike and took Andre away from there. My chest still hurts. I let all of Lisa's slander. It made me more sure to divorce her.

Arriving at my mother's house, I caught a glimpse of Andre wiping his tears. He hurried to the bathroom after first putting the large bag of crackles he had brought from the boarding house to near the tv.

When he came out of the bathroom, I saw he had just washed his face. It may have been intentional so that no one would know that she had just cried.

I hugged him, "I'm sorry Dad!" door pleaded. It hurts to see my son hurt because of his own parents.

"Dad want to love us stepmom?" tanyanya.

I shook my head quickly, "Do you believe in me, are you the same mother?"

"Dad!" answer slowly with emphasis.

"Thank you. Don't be sad anymore!" I said and let go of my embrace.

"Sholate isya, yuk!" ask me then he nodded.

I prayed together with all my family, including my mother. My heart is starting to calm down.

At nine o'clock all went into the room to sleep. Andre and I stayed in the living room because we both slept in the living room. We lay facing the tv.

"Father same mother wants a divorce," I said softly while staring up.

"What?" andre's voice sounded shocked.

"I'm sorry dad. I can't be with your mother anymore. I hope you understand."

"But why, huh?"

"Dad can't tell now. You were a kid. If you grow up, you know why."

"Who are I and Alya?" her question was soft with a trembling voice.

"Dad wants you to come with me!"

Andre then sat facing me, "Dad won't stay with me as well as Alya, right?"

I sat down, too, "Of course! I will always be there for you! Dad just went to work" I explained, hugging him tightly. I promise to make my two children happy even without their mother.

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