Son Kos At Home Next door, My Husband's Affair

POV Ricko, Papa

"My boy?"

"Yes, she's your son." show Clara to Richa's head. He looked so angry, his hands were shaking, he was crying.

The boy! in my heart, my lips can say nothing more. I looked at Richa who was still as excited on Clara's lap.

"Ma.ma.a.a.a." she sobbed, she had trouble stopping.

Oh my...

Why didn't I realize he looked like me. Why don't I think Richa's age?

It means Clara was pregnant when I married Susan. And I still remember that night Clara was so spoiled, unwilling to let go of me until dawn, I finally went to my wedding sleepily. Apparently...

"I'm going through everything alone Ricko. I'm struggling too depressed, I miss you, need you." she hugged Richa tightly.

"Mama..." Richa was crying again.

"I can only cry when you're happy with Susan, I'm really suffering because of you!"

"I'm sorry Clara, I didn't know you were pregnant. I really don't know." I sat on my knees, grabbing Clara's hand as well as Richa's. For God's sake I'm sorry.

"You evil Ricko." he chuckled bitterly, I can imagine how claustrophobic his chest was.

"I'm sorry" I said, clasping her hands tightly. I let the woman who became my bedmate cry, sometimes she hit me on the shoulder, in the end I hugged the two women who were sad because of my actions.

"You're bad." whispered tired.

"Yes, I'm a bad Clara. Ii'm sorry. Sorry, Papa Nak."

I wept.

I'm sorry Clara." I repeat. I held Richa and hugged her.

"I just want Richa to know that he has a father" Clara said.

I fell silent, and suddenly I realized that I also had a wife and my future son. It's true that Richa needs a confession, Richa must have a father. But what about Dila?

"He needs Papa" Clara said.

"Yes." I replied briefly. I looked into Clara's clear eyes, right I'm pretty sure she's my son.

We looked at each other, my vows were getting more complicated seeing the cute face of this two-year-old.

"But I also have Dila, we will have children" I said slowly. My heart is also saddened by this situation, but Richa I can't resist.

"Richa is also your son Ricko, he's been suffering for a long time!"

"Yes, but for now I'm not ready to tell Dila!"

"Ricko_"

"I'm not leaving my responsibility to Richa. I won't ignore my son." I insisted, for a moment Clara thought.

"I want Richa to have a complete family, me and you" said Clara to amaze me. Whatdoes thatmean?

"Ma...you mean?"

"Married me!"

"What?"

"I want us to get married! I don't want to give up on any woman anymore. Richa and I have suffered enough because you chose Susan, and Papa forbade me to say my pregnancy on the grounds that it should not disturb Susan's happiness, Papa has a debt of gratitude to his father. But now that it's over, I want you to marry me as soon as possible, for the sake of your son Ricko, our son."

I didn't immediately agree to Clara's request, where I might marry her while Dila and I had just agreed to start a new life.

But if I don't follow Clara's request, I'm afraid she'll tell Dila everything, and surely Dila will get angry, then my son?

My God, why is it so complicated...!

I came home late at night, I came home slow on purpose because my mind was being messed up.

"So much work." I replied briefly, I immediately entered after peeping Dila's forehead.

Tasteless, I thought of my daughter Richa instead.

"When it's cooked Mas, sambel fish, the same assem vegetables" he said to the dining table.

"Yes." I relented, after taking a shower immediately I ate with Dila, I haven't eaten since lunch either.

I remember when I was married to Susan. He was willing to learn to cook sambel fish like this, even though he did not know about the kitchen at all.

"Mas, finish the food quickly." said Dila.

I immediately finished my meal, and it turned out that she wanted to be accompanied by a second-floor balcony. Wants to hide there.

"Color is it?" said Dila sitting on my shoulder.

"Yes" I replied, smiling at the sky above. I'm glad Dila didn't do much, she even tried to be a good wife to me.

I heard Richa's voice crying, I don't know what the cause was but I could see from the thin curtain, Clara was holding my son, calming him down.

"Mas, your boss has a husband?" ask Dila suddenly.

"Well! Hemm... Don't know either." I answered trying not to get nervous.

"But never saw her husband. Or is she a widow?" ask Dila again, guessing.

"Mas doesn't know that about it, as far as I know he has a child" I replied, not wanting to provoke Dila's suspicion.

"Widow if I think." said Dila believed in his own thinking.

"Dowager Cock?" I asked her to look at Dila's face.

"Yes, if you have a husband, you should look like her husband. It's never even been seen."

"Maybe it hasn't come yet, it's a new move." I rubbed Dila's shoulder.

"Maybe." she hugged me. A little bit of the curtain lyrics, no more shadows Clara carrying Richa, I think she's asleep.

I don't know why I even have trouble sleeping tonight, I think of Clara's request to marry him, and Dila who will soon give birth.

If I refuse Clara, then my destruction is certain, she will also tell Dila about my son.

But if I accept it, then surely I should divide my time between Dila and Clara. It was the simplest thing, and there would definitely be other complicated things popping up. And eventually?

"Mas." call Dila.

"Hmmm... Why aren't you asleep?" I stared at the face that looked up to me.

"What do you think of?" tanya Dila rubbed my Cheeks.

"That's okay, my hands were cramping for too long on the road, it was jammed." I lied grasping and stretched my fingers.

"The motorbike is so. Try getting in the car?" the answer smiled at me.

"Want to have a car?" I teased him back.

"Want Mas, later if we have a child we can walk three, around, our child does not need to overheat or rain." he looks happy to imagine the presence of our child later. I can feel it too.

"Just pray." I answered and fell asleep with Dila.

Early in the morning I was ready to go to the office. I did not reveal the words Clara wanted to fire me, but she was emotional yesterday. In the end she was crying in my arms, you woman.

"Be careful, my mom!" yelled Dila as my motorcycle passed.

I turned the fence at Clara's house, I saw her holding my son and I slowed down.

"Papa" said Richa in his distinctive voice.

I was happy, but soon I turned my fence, I saw Dila still standing and I immediately drove, I was afraid Dila heard Papa's call from Richa to me.