Pressure From Ex Husband

12

"You're safe in the office, don't worry."

I can only agree and follow what has been the decision of the superior.

Although many questions have disturbed this thought.

When in the mini market, Mr. Dimas called the name Alma.

Where does she know my girl's name.

I never talked about my personal life with him.

I began to guess with my own prejudices.

Why does this make me uncomfortable.

Lord....

I beg you to keep this sanity of heart and mind from prejudices that can contaminate my soul.

I set my eyes aside with an erratic mind and heart.

Silent.....

Eventually the car stopped right in front of the green house.

From the outside, Alma was sitting on the porch with a man.

His face was not clear because it was blocked by the iron fence in front of my yard.

"Is this really Rihana's house ?" the sound of Mr. Dimas's bus rinsing my daydream.

"Yes sir, this is my home.

Then I beg you, thank you for bringing me home.

Sorry if this is a hassle and a waste of time, Mr. Dimas, once again thank you." I also started to step on and walk away after saying goodbye to Mr. Dimas with erratic thoughts.

Mr. Dimas nodded with a flat facial expression.

I opened the car door and walked out.

When I opened the gate, it was clear who the man on the porch was with Alma.

Mas Alim, yes it is mas alim.

Why is he here at this hour? the number of questions in this brain makes me tired and dizzy.

When I want to put my foot down.

Mr. Dimas got out of the car.

And open the trunk to take all the groceries that were purchased in the mini market.

I looked in wonder at him.

Why did Mr. Dimas take out all his groceries?

And wait....

That's why he walked in here and brought all the groceries.

"Hana, do you just want to see me the hassles of carrying this all alone?

Is there no intention to help me bring this inside."

"haaaah...."

"What?, didn't I hear wrong.

I was stunned by his words.

Trying to digest what Mr. Dimas just said.

"Hana...."

Once again Mr. Dimas called my name.

"Yes sir, sorry...."

I took two bags of grocery crackles out of his hand.

And followed his steps from behind with a feeling of ignorance.

Not lost my confusion about the attitude of Mr. Dimas, again I was surprised by Alma's closeness with him.

"Assalamualaik."

mr. Dimas said his greetings, and was answered by Alma cheerfully.

"Waalaikumsallm and Dimas.

Um Dimas nganterin mom huha?" greet my son cheerfully, as if they already know each other.

"Yeah, and this om is also brought by Alma."

'Thank you, o'm."

"It's beautiful, same thing."

Mr. Dimas smiled warmly with my girl.

"Owh turns out this is your job.

Pantesan always comes home late."

With a view that does not like to arrive mas Alim hurled insulting sentences for me.

"What do you mean by that?

Before you speak, you should reflect on yourself.

Don't equate everyone as you are.

I'm not that low.

I just got home, 'cause today there's a meeting at the wretched office.

So don't accuse me of such things in front of Alma." I said not to accept with his words that seemed to want to corner me.

Mas alim smiled cynically and threw away his face while his hands were inserted into his pants.

"I'm just talking facts from what I saw.

Does the boss have the authority to drive his subordinates home.?

What else brings so much groceries.

If there is no more relationship, it is impossible.

Mas alim turned his face towards Mr. Dimas with a look of dislike.

Mr. Dimas just smiled in response to Alim's rant.

His attitude is very calm.

Not even the slightest bit of emotion.

Marvellously..

"Hana, I say I go home and immediately go inside and lock the door to your house.

Be careful, fear that an insect might come in."

I don't know what Mr. Dimas's exact meaning is a satire thrown for mas Alim, I honestly salute by his way of responding to the emotions of the unfounded Alim mas.

While putting the groceries on the patio table, Mr. Dimas stepped in to get back to the car.

Do not forget to say goodbye also with Alma, even completely ignore the presence of mas alim at all.

"Alma, come home first.

When are we gonna have ice cream together again, okay."

I could only be stunned by their familiarity, eating ice cream together again, what did it mean, if Mr. Dimas had met Alma before, geez why I was so confused by this.

"Okay om, Alma wait yaa." replied my girl cheerfully, a happy look on her pretty face.

Mr. Dimas pointed his thumbs at my girl.

I still don't understand.

When and where they knew each other.

Aah, when I go to sleep, I ask Alma.

"Alma help mommy, bring her groceries inside." I told my daughter after Mr. Dimas left.

"Yes mother..."

My girl walked in with a bag of groceries in both hands.

I followed the steps and when I got to the middle room, I put the groceries on the table.

I approached my girl while stroking her hair softly.

"Alma here first yes, mommy wants to talk to dad first."

Alma nodded in understanding.

I also walked back to the terrace, to meet Alim who was sitting on the chair on the porch of the house.

"It's late, why aren't you home yet?

I don't want to, your wife came to my house just to get angry and accuse me of that kind.

I'm tired of mas.

I'm tired of being the scapegoat among your troubles.

It's not enough that I've chosen to let you go with him.

Is it not enough if I do not demand anything from you.

Even the living for your child you are negligent.

Go because it's night.

I also need rest, I'm tired." In the subtle way I threw him out, I don't want his presence here to bring trouble later, because his wife hates me so much with her unfounded jealousy at all.

"Hana, please give me one more chance.

I promise, I'll fix this relationship.

I'll be fair to you guys."

"Adil??

You said it would be fair?

How can I believe what you say?

While your attitude has been enough for me to understand, if you don't care a little about me especially with Alma, your biological daughter, your own flesh and blood.

You know why I kept quiet all this time and chose to leave.

That's because I'm tired of all your promises.

Not once or twice you promised.

But it's been many times.

Ten years is not a short time for me to understand your attitude.

Please do not talk anymore opportunities, because the opportunity is no longer there." at length I spill everything I think I want, hope Mas Alim will understand it and no longer interfere with my life.

"Is it because of that man that you rejected me, Hana?"

what else is this accusation, astagfirullah give servants more patience to face this man.

"Not !!

Not because of that man or anyone else.

But it was your own attitude that made me leave.

Go home, it's night.

It's not good to see a neighbor with my current condition." it feels lazy to serve a person whose mind is full of prejudice.

Step foot inside, after asking Mas Alim to leave.

I don't want any trouble with him.

Because it will definitely end in insults from his wife.

"All right, I'm going.

But you should know Hana, if I'm not gonna let you go.

I'll make sure you come back to me.

I'm sure you still love me."

huh pede once he, who would want to go back to him, if only he did not remember Alma, wanted to feel like giving a lesson to the man called father by my son, who would not want to go back to him, so that he would stop disturbing my peace.