My wife Slave of Lust

Flashback 2

After that day Vida continued to try to persuade me at all costs, but I remained on the stand - not allowing her to meet the mustika of the heart. It seems cruel and conscienceless, but I have already entered into this phase. No more tolerance, or compassion.

Today is the third day after this painful tragedy. Mama persuaded me to hire a nani who could look after my son while I was busy. Because it has been three days also I have not done any activities other than accompanying Ibram at home. Enjoy the days as a father with all the joy that struck.

Doesn't matter. I will gladly do it. Starting from bathing, changing diapers, making milk, to putting it to sleep. It feels ... I can't explain it with words. Indeed on the one hand feels troublesome, but there is a sense of loss that I feel right now. I just realized that there was an opportunity that I seemed to have missed all along. Yes, the reason is because I am busy working, so my time with Ibram is not this quality.

However, when I remember that I have to keep taking care of the restaurant and so on. I was forced to agree to my mother's advice. Because the decision to find a nanny is the best option right now, rather than having to hand over Ibram's parenting responsibilities to his own mother. I don't want to, and it will never happen.

...💔...

"Are you ready, son?" Mama clasped my palms together as we gathered on the living room sofa. His face seemed a little worried, but still tried to strengthen me. I nodded confidently and smiled at my mother, hugging her from the side.

"Thank you for being the most loyal woman in my life, Ma."

Mama sounded a little sobbing. Therefore, papa who was also already there, could only gently stroke the back of his queen. "We must be ready to take whatever happens, Ma." That's the only dialogue that comes from papa's mouth.

I know, papa is also no less hit by the bad luck that befell his son. Which parent will accept if his child is cheated and betrayed by his life partner? I don't think there will be.

"Papa support you, whatever the decision will be."

A clap of macho papa put it on my shoulder. Transferring a power I can't get from anyone. This again made my spirit of life rise to a higher level. Grateful ... for still having a family who sincerely sided with me.

...💔...

Wearing a plain black long-sleeved shirt, paired with light blue jeans, I was ready to continue the decision.

It had been about ten minutes, the awkward atmosphere still enveloped the two families who were mutually unwell. "Wait a minute, maybe Vida's on the road. Please taste it first, sir, Mom, Ibra!" tell my mother-in-law with a smile as a pleasantry.

Mom and Dad just nodded. However, my gaze was busy looking at every corner of this house. A house that has been a witness - where my happiness begins and ends.

Wait up!

What was my in-laws talking about? Vida's still on the road? Doesn't he live in this house?

As if understanding the look on my face, the mother-in-law continued her dialogue. "Since that day ... Vida never came home." With a gloomy face, he said. My father-in-law did not raise his voice.

Whahuh? Then where does he live? My voice is still heard in there.

FLECKISH

Our gazes all instantaneously led to the front door which began to slowly blur. Appearing the figure of a woman who usually looks charming, now just dress up. He moved closer, dictating one by one the gazes fixed toward him - perhaps with a depressed mood.

"I'm sorry, I was late because the road was so jammed earlier" Vida said after her body was standing near us.

He sat on a sofa near his parents. The atmosphere was suddenly silent for a moment, like being mobbed by a dark-gripping spirit. A few seconds later, my father-in-law suddenly stood up and suddenly landed a slap on Vida's cheek.

My mother and mother-in-law reflexively screamed in shock at the unexpected actions of my father-in-law.

"Bikin' embarrassed old man there! Wanna put where papa and mama's faces are, Vida!?" he snaps at her with an intimidating look. Vida, who was already in pain, could only cry without a sound. It was as if what his father had given him was something he deserved.