Pressure From Ex Husband

Meeting an ex-husband

"Mas, tomorrow so be able to attend the school race Alma right?" ask my husband who is struggling with his work on a laptop. Mas Dimas immediately turned his gaze towards me who was sitting in front of the mirror applying face cream.

"Goddess, so. What time is the show?" dimas' response was serious.

"Do not know, Mom. I'll ask Alma first. This day I have not seen my daughter, because of the influence of my medicine so sleep soundly, I replied as I looked at my husband's face from the reflection of the glass in front of me. "Yes, what else after that you ask to play water all bathed." replied mas Dimas holding a smile. Oh my God, when he asked, but it was as if I started, huh basic man.

"Tomorrow, I'll go to the office for a while, there's a meeting at eight in the morning, after the meeting I'll go straight to school, you leave tomorrow to be escorted by Mr. Good course, yes, we're the same."

"Yes, Mas." I answered briefly and continued the activity of caring for the face, in order to keep it looking beautiful and fresh in the eyes of the husband, because the wife is the comfort of a husband when at home, for that, for that, I always try to take care of myself, to always look perfect, so that Mas Dimas feel comfortable and always fall in love when I see me, so there is no gap for actors to disturb the heart of the husband.

"Mas, I went to Alma's room first yes, I wanted to talk to her." said my saying to Dimas who was still struggling with his laptop. Mas Dimas nodded and smiled in response, I immediately stepped out of the room into my daughter's room.

"Asalamualaikum, what's the mother's daughter doing?" Alma smiled happily when she saw me enter her room, the book in her hand was immediately placed on the bed, and her hands were stretched out welcoming me to ask in the hug. This is what makes me can not be separated from him, his attitude is always warm and loving, despite his age is still a dozen years, but Alma is very good at appreciating the feelings of others, Alma, he can always put himself in every situation.

"Well, dear, sorry, all day you can't accompany mebak Alma" I said after we hugged and sat together on her bed.

"Again read just read bund, tomorrow there is no lesson, There will be a race run." replied my son enthusiastically.

"Owh yeah, I asked, what time is it tomorrow?"

"Hour nine, but most running starts at ten, because the first race, the basketball race, runs it's just a running race. Mothers of the same papa can come, right?" tanyanya expectantly.

"God, could son. But later papa to the office first, there is a meeting because the mother will come on time really, because the mother will leave the delivery of Mr. Good."

Alma looked like a mangosteen and smiled with relief at the answer I just gave.

"Alma's ready, son, to join the race?" I was curious because I had never seen him practice all this time.

"God is already bund, and Alma has also bought new shoes I have to run, yesterday bought the same father."

"Owh yeah? well, that means it's really ready, don't forget, the vitamins are always taken, son, let the body healthy and strong."

"Well, now Alma's asleep. Rest, save the energy for tomorrow. Let's wake up Alma's body fresh, baby." Alma nodded and immediately lay down, her body I covered with a blanket of her favorite hello Kitty motif. Before I left the room, I turned off the main light and replaced it with a sleeping light. Before returning to the room, I stepped into the kitchen, made a cup of black coffee for Dimas mas and made his favorite snack, fried bananas and toast to accompany the working Dimas mas.

"Well, your ideal wife, you know that your husband is hungry." Mas Dimas immediately smiled broadly when he saw me enter the room carrying his favorite coffee and snacks.

"Yes, Mas. This is eaten first, let's focus on the task." Mas Dimas directly plucked the half-cooked egg sandwich voraciously, I took a seat not far from him and ate one fried banana. Accompanying my husband to do his job has become my routine, not even infrequently I also help him, small things like this are actually needed in a relationship to strengthen the bond between the two. Fostering feelings of comfort, and mutual need will make us more dependent and take care of each other. Because love is not enough to feel and just in the word, but it needs proof and strengthening each other.

"Still a long time ago, do I need to help you?"

"This will be sorted out, if you are sleepy, sleep first gih, you will be sapped."

"No, I've been sleeping all day."

"Well, wait for me to finish, yes, then change my duties that prank you." mas Dimas rolled his eyes mischievously, and surely he would ask for his rations again, O Lord, God, and yet it has been repeatedly. I'd better get some sleep now, before he asks for it again.

"Yes, I slept first. It's sleepy." I replied as I walked wide towards our bed and heard Dimas laughing wide to see me walking hastily.

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At eight in the morning I asked Mr. Good to deliver to Alma school, wanted to come early, in order to help my son prepare and give him spirit, I do not want moments like this missed, he said, small things that we consider unimportant actually become a big thing that affects our child's mentality, the presence of parents is very important for him, for he knows how important he is for us parents.

When I got out of the car, it was seen Alma had changed her uniform with a raga shirt, a big smile directly from her pink lips. "Mother" his screams cheerfully and immediately ran to greet me. "Don't run, baby, fall later, will want to join the race."

"Loh bund, did Alma run the race, so yes kudu dong." Geez, I forgot that my daughter was running. We laughed and Alma took me to a chair that had been provided by a special school for parents who wanted to come see their children race.

When I was busy chatting with one of the teachers, Alma was seen shouting to call her father, it turns out Mas Alim has come too, he looks fresher than usual, he looks fresher than usual, this time he wears a dress that looks relaxed but still polite, mas Alim wearing jeans that are combined with long-sleeved maron t-shirts and wear ash-coloured shoes. On his head he was wearing a hat. Like a young boy, and looks very happy Alma. He seems to run and welcome the arrival of his father sumringah.

"Rihana, are you alone?" greet mas Alim.

"Yes, Mas. My husband is still in a meeting, but soon he will be here." I replied normally. And a smile was on my ex-husband's lips. This time he no longer talks much, just say hello and immediately take a seat not far from me.