Not my Husband

Words From Others

His son's face was stared at, the beautiful, innocent child began to lift his spoon, grabbing the side dishes and vegetables he liked, topped with melamine plates.

Fino's tears flowed, this was the day of his death and that of his son. Only Rion, that's what he has now. Should she be grateful to have married and loved Margaretha? He should be thankful that Rion exists.

Because of the young lady who loved him, a poor man who had nothing. True love? Accompany until death do you part? Maybe love was so expensive in her eyes at first, but just because the house without AC, the flesh, the habits of life that fiddled, everything has changed for Margaretha.

It was only this little young master that belonged to him at this moment, the blood of himself and Margaretha flowed within Rion's body. The sweet boy called him Dad. Silvia and Margaretha wanted to take him after all these years of neglecting him.

Love, treasure, all cannot be had. Can't he be selfish to have his son?

The child starts scooping the vegetables, a little more will go into his mouth. Fino's hands clenched, the father still unable to hold back his tears, ushering in the departure of his son with him.

The spoon filled with side dishes and vegetables started to lift. Want to keep holding the fingers of his son, even though both are in a state of lifelessness.

Till...

Prangs...

Rion suddenly stood beside him, slamming the melamine plate in front of his father. Her tears are flowing."Dad, do we have to die?" he asked the five-year-old with tears.

Fino sobbed to her knees before her son aligned her height, clutching her tightly."I just want to stay with you." he said.

"A. I want us to stay alive. My father was afraid to die, death was dark and cold. I will be buried underground, unable to play kites anymore .." plain reply from him with cheeks soaked in tears.

Fino's hands clenched, clenching her son's body tighter. Slowly his fingers trembled, loosening his embrace. His cold hands touched his son's cheeks."A.. father will not let you die." he shook his head, with a trembling voice.

"Dad must not die, either, because if father dies. I also want to die." she cried loudly.

Fino bowed, her heart breaking before her son. Hugged her little body."I promised you we wouldn't die. More appreciative of life again, who said you want to die...?" he said trying to smile.

"The bottle you bought and mixed on the food, there's the rat poison writing," he replied honestly.

Fino loosened her embrace, rounding her eyes. His son is only five years old, but can read without spelling?"Fino can read?" tanyakanya.

The child nodded, taking the bottle that was on the kitchen table."The writing, rat poison. How to use, the composition is listed in the brochure." he said reading the writing attached there.

Fino's gloomy, smiling face lifted up his son's body. Then walk quickly to pick up the old newspaper."Try to read ..."

"The body of a woman between the ages of 28 and 34 was found in a 10-meter deep well in a rotting state" he said, according to his father's orders, starting to read smoothly.

"My son is a genius." he muttered kissing Rion's face many times. Then quickly grabbed the paper and pencil, making a series of addition questions. Give him an example. The boy quickly worked on it without even counting using his finger.

Fino eventually returned to explaining subtraction and multiplication by just giving an example. Things that should not be done by children who are still in school in kindergarten, began to be done well.

A father who smiles at his son. Hugging him tightly in his lap, his son was right a cold and painful death was inappropriate for a child his age. All Fino can do now is keep him, work hard for him even though he is physically weak due to some congenital diseases he has.

"Dad.I don't want to die, or dad to die, I don't want both." said the boy trembling.

Fino nodded, then smiled at his son."Is Rion willing to live a difficult life with dad? Or want to live in a big house with your mom, get everything, food, attend an elite school and a big place to live?" tanyakanya.

Rion shook his head, "I want to stay with my father." he said, which was much calmer.

"Then father will find a way, so that we can continue together," Fino smiled at his son.

***

Somewhere else...

The words that made the three people sitting at the dining table go silent for a moment. Gerald (husband of Margaretha) even put down his cutlery.

"Mother!!" margaret rose from where she sat.

"He was a male descendant of our family, despite having blood from your former husband who was only a porters in the market. But he's still your father's grandson." he said he still ate quietly.

"Grandson of the late father-in-law? Then after I married Margaretha what was the status of our son? What will our son have!? Not to mention Jameson, he from childhood has high intelligence. This week he was able to read. Are my descendants worthless in the eyes of my mother-in-law?" gerald asked staring intently.

Silvia sighed."Your father came from a distinguished family, even from the Dutch East Indies. Until now, all his family's possessions and heritage are still awake, growing rapidly. Like his last words, the head of this family must be his grandson, a message that was indeed hereditary guarded by his family..."

"Me and Gerald can still have a boy!!" margaretha.

"Prove it! Within 4 years present the grandson in this house. If you can't, Rion will have to stay here." said Silvia.

Margaretha smiled."There will be a boy soon..."

Not wanting to meet her ex-husband, that was all she had in mind right now. For some reason, too reluctant to face him. A kind-hearted young man who always enlivened his day first.

Loved her? If you don't love her, why marry her? Of course Margaretha loved her, but a young lady who got married soon after graduating SMU, thought marriage was easy.

Too unstable, until, leaving her husband and son who was then only 2 years old. Not wanting to live with her sickly husband. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Perhaps as a term, a young lady who used to eat cheese, had to eat cassava for the sake of love.

Margaretha could no longer bear it, leaving her husband, after their violent quarrel. Because she was never willing to take care of Rion.

Leaving the house with an ego-filled word, love will not make the stomach full.

What happened after that? Margaret was back to living her life as usual. Although still missing the figure of Fino who loves him sincerely.

His late father did set him free to choose the life he wanted. But she died soon after her divorce from Fino.

His mother arranged his life. Ranting bad things about Fino every day, until Margaretha assured her assumptions, she was never wrong in this divorce.

Slowly the ego covers itself, having an established husband and being more beautiful than Fino would be better. It was like showing her advantages as a woman to Fino.

But what is he looking for? She eventually gets Gerald, an established widower who has one son from her previous marriage. But she never really loved Gerald.

Rough in bed, not even so attentive to him. Just giving him money, money he also has. But again, the opinion of many will be more convincing than the choice of his own heart. Not just one, many say they are lucky to be married to Gerald, whom many upper-class women coveted.

Gerald paused, sighed harshly, glanced at his son, then whispered, "Good grandmother and mother, they are yours. Not the other kid's..."

Jameson is up."Grandma, this afternoon I'm going to a coloring competition. Grandma will be there, right...?" said smile.

"Smart child, you will get first rank," Silvia smiled at him, rubbing her head.

Gerald looked at him from afar, then slightly glanced at his wife. A never-satisfied in-law, a wife who can never satisfy him in bed.

If only, there would be a boy born, it would strengthen his position in this family. Silvia will not stand in the way of uniting her company with this large, family-owned company.

His path will be wide open in the name of all to him and his descendants. A time when he does not need to pretend to be good in the presence of this spoiled wife and selfish in-laws anymore.

But before that Rion, the name of the child would be a roadblock. His hands clenched, his face smiling. Benalu from his wife's first marriage, a disgrace that he had to get rid of.

No shame on the big painting of this homeowner. A beautiful, intelligent young man, who only wants his descendants who have everything. The painting will probably be completely similar to the adult Rion later. Painting of the young grandfather, who died when Rion was three years old.

Seriate