My wife's lover

chapter 6

I came home at the usual hour. I saw from far away my dorm room was deserted. I thought my kids were sleeping and I was wrong. At the hostel there was only Lisa alone. Where's kids? Want to ask the same woman who is still my wife status it feels awkward. Just looking at his face I was lazy.

But until when will things continue like this. I still have to make a decision. Forgive her by continuing this marriage or ending it. I was confused because I thought also about the fate of my two children.

I entered the room and immediately went to take a shower without saying a word. After the shower I immediately want to go to the mosque even though it is still half an hour azan maghrib. Rather than having to be alone with Lisa in the room, I was really lazy.

But I just stepped out, Lisa pulled my hand. I was shocked and looked straight at him.

"Well. . ." call it soft not as sniffy as usual.

I immediately shook his hand. I don't know how amused it feels when he touches my skin even if it's just my hands. I remember when I caught him cheating. My chest is back in pain.

"What's wrong?" Ketus. I can no longer be gentle with her. Every time I see it, I get emotional.

"Well, please excuse me. Khilaf. I promise I won't repeat it again" she asked with a pleading face while still forcing me to hold my hand but I shook it again.

From the corner of my eye I could see that Lisa was crying. Crying without a sound, maybe embarrassed to be heard by the next door neighbor. In the past, I would have easily forgiven. She was so happy whenever she saw him cry. But unfortunately his mistake was fatal and I will not be able to forget it for the rest of my life. It was also what made me unable to forgive her and of course I wanted to part from her because I did not want to remember that embarrassing incident again.

"Thank God if you won't repeat it again. Remember, it's not just this family you're hurting, it's also the family of your lover!" my firmness.

"Yes dad, I know. So you're gonna forgive me?" ask again.

Hhh, I take my breath heavy. I have to make a decision.

"I've forgiven you. But to believe again the same you may not be able to." I said slowly but with emphasis.

"I beg you to believe me, Dad. I promise I won't do that again. I was scared that day, Dad. I just did it once," this time her crying voice began to sound.

Huuhh, I won't be fooled again by her sweet words," Just now that I've been caught, right?" my hardik.

Lisa shook her head, "Really, yeah. I was just that one time" he said a little sobbing

"If I hadn't been there that day, until this second maybe you'd keep playing behind my back and I'd keep you stupid, Lisa!" loud say.

"Well, trust me." Lisa kept begging.

You still don't want to confess, Lisa. Well, I won't be fooled by your mouth again. I nodded and rushed out of the room, but Lisa pulled my hand back.

"Dad believe me, right?"

"Only a fool and a blind man would believe! Move, I'm going to the mosque. There's nothing to spend time talking to you!" I threw out his hand that was holding mine.

The pain came back I felt. Maybe tonight I'll be extravagant. I also don't want to make a decision. Moreover, this also concerns both of my children.

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Tomorrow, before dawn I take a bath. Overnight I finished praying, like getting enlightenment on how my marriage continues. Although it was hard, I had to make a decision.

I came home from the mosque at six. I pondered a lot at the mosque because the atmosphere was getting quiet so I could think more calmly. And when I got to the boarding house, it turned out that my two children were waiting for me.

"Dad, how come it's noon like this just came home from the mosque?" alya asked while pulling my spoiled hand.

"Dad was chatting with the fathers in the mosque," I replied lying.

"Come on, let's have breakfast" asked the elder.

Actually I'm missing a meal, but I want to give you another reason? It's Friday when I said I was fasting. Hhh.

"Son, daddy rushed to the store. There's an order early in the morning. You eat!" reject me smooth. Sorry I had to lie. My inner. I don't mind Lisa getting me a plate and a glass. Things he never did before. Now, whatever he does to draw my sympathies, it won't change anything. It will not return it as intact as before touched by other men. Yeah, I can't get rid of that shadow in my mind.

I took my bike and left immediately. The gaze full of question marks began to feel as I looked at my son. Maybe he started to suspect because some days I never eat at home again.

I took my bike to Budi's. I know my best friend must not have gone to the store. And sure enough, he was still busy feeding his pet chicken.

"Bud!" call me.

Budi turned his head then looked at me with a frown, "What's up here? Tumben?" tanyanya.

"Hehee, I just stopped by" I replied lightly.

"Why aren't you like this?"

"Hhmm, you promise not to tell anyone, huh? Same with boss!" I said slowly but with emphasis.

He nodded his head, "Beres!"

I took a heavy breath. I need someone to tell a story and ask for an opinion even if it all comes back to me.

"I want a divorce!" I said softly without looking at Budi.

"W-what? You didn't say it wrong, did you? You're in a tambet, huh?" I look at me as if I can't believe it.

"I've been thinking about cooking. Last night I was also istikharah,"

"It's not an ordinary fight. I've been thinking about it for two days. I'm not messing around with my decision!'

"Hmm, do you like other women?"

"Ck. I'm not that kind of person, Bud!" hisisku.

"Also I can't understand your way of thinking. There's all reason."

"If you knew the reason, you would be shocked."

"Yes how I want to be surprised, you are not clear story that way." grumbled Budi.

"I just want to cover up the disgrace. Enough my wife and I know. And God certainly."

"Hhuuhh, you are. Half a story."

"Hmm, the point is I've been very disappointed and hurt because of Lisa."

"But the divorce decision wasn't a joke, To. You'll regret it."

"I'm really sorry. Oh, you pray my divorce goes well. Let's go to work now. It's seven o'clock, "take me and get on the bike.

Follow my steps. By bike, we left for a shop not too far from Budi's house.

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Back at work, I saw my two children still playing with their friends on the street in front of the hostel. I'm coming in right away. When I opened the boarding door, I saw Lisa sleeping behind me. And he immediately rose from his sleep upon realizing my arrival.

"Dad. . ." said softly.

Ever since that incident, Lisa never spoke highly of me again. I just kept quiet without caring. Soon I get a towel and a change of clothes and go take a shower.

After the shower, Lisa was waiting for me at the door.

"Dad, why don't you eat some of these days? You still mad at Mom?"

"I've made my decision. And I'm sure you won't mind my decision!" I said quietly so that no neighbors would hear my voice.

"What decision, dad?" ask my ex-wife with a frown.

"I'll divorce you! Hope you're happy to be able to do whatever you want without my ban anymore!" I said slowly but with great emphasis.

Lisa's shocked. His eyes were round and looking at me as if he could not believe his hearing.

"Dad, didn't you say you forgave me? Why divorce?" Lisa didn't accept my decision.

"I told you I forgave you. To believe again is very difficult. And I can't live with people I can't trust. I don't want my life to be full of suspicion. I want to live quietly!"

"But, yeah. What about the kids?"

"Why are you thinking about children? Didn't you think about them at all?"

"No, yeah. I don't want a divorce!" Lisa seemed to hold back her crying.

"From tonight I'll stay at my mother's house. Don't worry, I'll still support you during iddah!" I said as I picked up some of my clothes and put them in my bag.

"But why do you have to stay at home?"

"Please understand. I can't stay with you anymore!" I said and then got out of the boarding house.

I don't know what to say if my mom asks. Especially children. But my decision is already unanimous. It's all for the sake of good even though I don't know if it's good for my two children. I hope they understand.

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