My wife's lover

chapter 9

The next day on my lunch break, I left the store for a bit. I ride my bike hard to get there fast. Ten minutes, I reached the workshop that matched the address in the brochure I requested from someone yesterday.

I then went to the workshop owner to wonder. Once in the taste is quite clear, I immediately say goodbye so as not to be late until returning to the store.

Arriving at the store, I worked as usual until the afternoon shop closed.

Coming home from the store, I did not go home immediately but traveled first in the alleys close to the store. I deliberately look for houses or shops that are being built. I'll offer them to order a door or window fence or whatever is in the picture in the brochure I'm carrying.

After walking around, I saw that there was a house being built. I tried to approach the owner of the house to show him the brochure I was carrying. But maybe not my solution it turns out the homeowner already ordered a few days ago in another workshop.

Because it's half an hour to maghrib, I'm rushing home to my mother's house. Tomorrow I'll be around again.

Arriving at the mother's house there was Andre, my son. He was standing in front of my mother's fence.

"Dad," he exclaimed as he saw me coming.

"Ndre?"

Andre then kissed the back of my hand, "Kok dad just came home?" tanyanya.

"Dad there was a little work earlier. You fell into Grandma's house? Same who?" I asked as I led my bike into the terrace.

"There's something I want to say to my father" he said with a sad face.

"Let's go in first" I asked.

"Assalammu'alaikum" I said, releasing the slippers.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" said my mother from within.

Me and Andre were sitting in the living room.

"Andre has been waiting for you since," explained mom.

"When's dad coming home? Last night I slept alone in the hostel. Mother had just come home this morning," explained Andre with a sad face. I heard the story directly emotion. Lisa could have left her son alone. Batinku.

"Why didn't you call Aunt Aminah last night?" my many.

"Handphone's with mom, dad."

"Astagfirullah. Lisa's really outrageous," I murmured.

"Now your mother is at the boarding house, isn't she?"

Andre nodded, "There, yeah. But I want you to go home" she asked with a pleading face.

I was confused, "Hhmm, you've just stayed here tonight, yes!"

Andre shook his head quickly, "Tadi adek Alya message so that I quickly go home. Don't sleep in Grandma's house."

"You go home, To!" tell mom.

I shook my head, "Can't, Mom."

"Why can't you, Dad? Why don't you go home?"

I breathe heavily. Do I have to be honest with my son now? What will his reaction be? Now he looks so sad, "Sorry father, son. Mom and Dad can't be together anymore."

Andre's eyes were round, "What, huh? What do you mean dad?"

"You're a little girl, you won't understand but please, let me stay at grandma's. Later if there is sustenance, I will find a new place to live."

Andre's face was confused, "But, huh?"

"Daddy delivery to kost yes. Take care of your sister," I said.

"You eat first" my mother said.

"Come,nak. Let's eat first," take me.

Andre shook his head with a sad face, "Adek Alya just hasn't eaten."

"What's? Your mother isn't cooking?" manywould be surprised.

"Last afternoon I made the same adek Alya."

My chest's tight. Lisa, she really can't count on. I just gave her some shopping money yesterday, but she doesn't want to cook for her own kids.

Mother was seen sighing heavily, "As far as you are, Too,?" he answered and immediately passed from before me, entering his room.

Maybe my mom was angry at my decision. I haven't told him so he may have misunderstood. I finally decided to tell my mom.

"Andre wait a minute, I want to talk to Grandma first!" I'm telling Andre. I went to see my mother in her room.

Tok to tok. I knocked on mom's room door. Chequek.

"To?" Mother's forehead frowning.

"Can I come in, mom?"

"Come in."

I went in and sat down on the chair beside the bed. She continued to clean her closet.

"I want to talk important" I said, staring at the ceiling.

"Hhhh."

"Lisa cheating, mom. That's why I've been round to divorce," I said slowly so that no one else heard including Andre.

She turned her head and scrunched her forehead, "Where are you from?"

"I saw for myself, Mom. I caught him."

Hhh, the mother is like taking a heavy breath.

"Please pray for me, ma'am. Can I stay here with my kids?"

"Hhmm, the permission used to be with her mother if she wanted to bring Andre and Alya here."

"Thank you, mom. I'll go get Alya first," I said, and then I'll be out of mom's room.

Andre was still sitting glued looking towards the mother's room.

"Come, we'll get your sister!" take me to Andre.

Paddling my bike, I went to the boarding house with my son who was carrying his own bike.

Arriving at the boarding house, I waited in front of the room while Andre went straight in. I heard my daughter's voice crying when her brother came.

Suddenly Andre came out, "Well, my mom's not in the room."

I immediately stroked the chest. Lisa could have left my daughter alone at the boarding house when it was so dark. I rushed into the room and Alya immediately hugged me, "Dad, don't go!" he screamed in between sobs of tears. I hugged him tightly. It is clear that my daughter is terrified. I rubbed his head gently, "Calm down, there's a father here," I persuaded.

"Dad sleeps here, right?" ask Andre.

I then turned to my eldest son, "Pleash your clothes and adek. We're going to grandma's!" my word.

Andre Gegas took a large bag of crackles and put some of his clothes and also his sister's clothes into a bag of crackles.

After my daughter calmed down a little, I let go of her embrace.

"You carry the bag on your bike, son. Let's be adept at the same bonceng father," I told Andre who immediately nodded his head.

Lucky the boarding atmosphere is a little quiet, maybe the residents are inside so no one will see me bring my two children.

Alya just obeyed when I told her to go up to my bike bonnet. I saw that she was no longer crying.

As long as I was a bell, my daughter hugged my waist very tightly unlike usual. I'm really sorry I left her with her mom. Lisa, you really don't have a heart, not even against her own daughter.

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