SURVIVING BECAUSE OF STATUS

WHO SRI?

“sayang, since when did Sri work with you?” my husband asked me a question suddenly after we finished dinner. What is it exactly, why is sri fussed

“already 5 months more, emang apa” tanyaku full search

“koq never told “ his gaze turned to me.

“how to tell, the first two months sri come with me, Mas rarely at home. Meeting out of town, busy project, field check, class, let alone yes.”abutku while flanking chin with thumb and forefinger, as if thinking.

“Yes, Allah, already dong do not discuss again” he replied while wiping my head that is not covered with hijab.

“what do you know sri” I ask on men wearing home shirts and knee-length shorts next to me

“mas is afraid of being wrong, his face is very similar. The difference is that his face is plain without make up

If you know her name is monica, smart woman, classy, smart grooming. He is one of the important people in GLOBAL GROUP just like Reno. precisely position mas less know” explanation at length. I just nodded.

“maybe mas wrong people, if sri boro dandan, wear the same pedak lipstick he never” said I tried to deny the allegations Mas Amir. I'm suspicious of Sri, too. Provoked with my husband's suspicion.

“what files he gave when applying for jobs” asked again, it looks like this man is really curious figure sri.

“ada, the photo of the same KTP coffee Ijazah terahir, happened to be on the cashier” desk replied me. firmly just want to deny his suspicions about this employee of mine.

“mas, ever know the top leader of GLOBAL GROUP, or some kind of CEOny?” I actually wonder his face. Even during the cooperation agreement with the company was always represented by Reno. But yes, cook yes, CEO class people want to take care of my kayak eck-check business.

“never before, he did not want to appear in public, know the reason?” my husband asked back. I'm shaking.

“afraid to be the target of women worshiper material” replied firmly

“wah, great yes. Such a rich man still keeps his family feeling, he must be very affectionate with his wife. Rarely is there such a man today, se...” My words were cut because my husband covered my mouth with his hands.

“I swear I won't repeat the same mistake” answered right in front of my face. Her tongue cupped both of my cheeks her face was getting closer.

Our lips are only one cent. I closed my eyes to dispel the heartbeat that began to tease.

Suddenly the rectangle next to me rang. I saw the name on the screen. Kirana's name came up there. She took her hand off my cheek. His face looks upset.

“assalamualaikum ki..” sapaku open conversation

“waalaikum salam..., sorry mbak, kirana disturb not” answer from across, not usually kirana call this hour.

“not...incidentally mbak again relaxed. What's the problem koq not usually?”much

“mbak really yes find a nanny for rania” ask her in a low tone

“iya, mbak tini story ya” tanyaku curious

“iya, he asked me to help me find, why you should find Rania's nanny all. I can koq diitipin Rania, even though a full month g need to be picked up. Kirana is sad when she tells a story.

Do you not believe in Kirana?. If bang Raihan to the office of kirana alone mbak, if there is Rania, kirana there is a friend, cancel ya mbak. Please...!” said pleading.

I don't blame it for the current story, because tini mbak also kirana who find. I'm confused as to what to answer.

“mbak afraid of troublesome ki,, later also if you can caretaker.eg Rania mbak tipped in you so not bothered. Already anyone serving Rania” this answer might make sense.

“kan at home kirana already exist, why bring her nanny Rania again”

“since when, he said do not want to take ART. Bang Raihan doesn't like anyone else in your house” that's the reason kirana doesn't have ART in her house, it's weird kirana, koq I don't know in fact.

“since a month ago, he said let me not fatigue kirana program have a child mbak” yes also yes, dear Raihan bang with his wife. Sometimes jealousy is there for a husband who spoils his wife. Back the bad taste attacked. Kulirik the man next to me.

“iya, I'll think again ya” my answer calms this 5-year-old woman below me

“don't think about mbak, canceled...!!!”very strict this child, very happy to be bothered apparently.

“okeh..”I answer with a heavy heart.

After a long chat, typical mom-mak. Even he had asked the situation of Mas Amir and also the condition of Andara, finally the conversation closed with the results ahir. looking for a nanny Rania canceled.

I took a slow breath while putting down the HP. Amir is still upset. Face bent. This is a sensitive discussion, for this we do not agree. I've made up my mind to be an independent woman just in case.

***

“nyak terribly, whereas we were not saying lho” he said, his thumb stroked gently my forehead. I throw a sharp look. My husband laughed loudly. This was the custom from before. He was so happy to tease me. My annoyed face was funny he said until he laughed off.

Somehow my feelings for him were not what they used to be, I could see his determination to change, but my heart had already lost faith in my priest. The shadow of the pain of betrayal is still clearly depicted. I've forgiven him. But why is it so hard to remove the shadow of the affair.

“wudhu again, you have fallen asleep earlier”ucapnya while shrugging my shoulders to sit.

Get to the bathroom immediately

“you want to take ablution with mukenah?” my husband's voice stopped my steps.

I turned around, opened it and put it on the prayer mat. I see my husband still laughing, he's so happy to see me dazed like this.

“so today what's your plan?” it was my husband's voice, opening our conversation at the dinner table. While chewing fresh fruit that has been peeled. He looked at me who was standing near the stove. Busy making breakfast.

“watch the children arrange the goods, later Rania I put in kirana again, pity if brought afraid of dust” said slowly, I know she does not like. her face looks disappointed.

“and I have never done anything wrong, maybe now my syafir will still remain beside me, cheerful as before waiting for me to come home from work with a beautiful smile. Accompanying Rania, no need to leave it to others”mumamnya like talking to himself.I feel sorry, but not to undo my intentions.

“I'll try, give me time. I didn't promise but I'll try. If in the end I can not survive sorry I” said I'm softly, I look fixed his face, which is bowed. The remorse is clearly shown. I don't deny that my heart still hurts.

“no need to be forced, let everything flow like water. The wound in your heart I am the cause. You are an amazing woman, still willing to endure even though your heart is no longer intact” held my hand tightly. As if to give me strength over the fragility of this heart.

I'm sorry.really, I'm just as tormented as you are. We are equally doomed to mistakes we do not fully commit. If the wound does not leave a mark, of course we will be happy to achieve. But baby, the scratch is so deep that I can't cover it. Excuse me...

***

It's the fifth day, I arrange the goods and display on the shelves, according to the type, size and shape of the packaging. I'm trying to get this day done. That's why we plan to overtime. Waiting for the opening later.

“sri, buy food first, rest all meals. Later at 7 we continue again, one hour rest is enough right?” I said to the sri, the woman is busy the room that will become my work space later. There are two tables and two chairs complete with computers connected to the cashier table. To control sales, purchases, stock items. And other financial reports. This room will be my place with sei later.

“iya ma'am, I asked the children first what to eat?” he said, moving out of the room to meet children who are busy arranging things.

“ada 8 people ma'am, they ask fried duck he” replied sri, only his head appeared on the door.

“oke, who departs to buy” I asked on sri, out of the room just make sure the children who will go to buy dinner.

“my mom, same andi” a boy called memet approached me, his slightly waving appearance, often called the soft bone with his friends.

“oke, here's the money”open the wallet took 5 pieces of fractional money pictured Soekarno-Hatta smiling.

“ask also want to buy any drinks, I want to pray first” put the wallet back in the bag.

“mother...”examine the source of the voice, my daughter entered in her father's company. I spread my hand to welcome her arrival. Rania ran towards me and hugged me tightly.

“hai dear,,, how it's done. Help what ?” tanyanya kissed my head covered in dark brown hijab. My husband wears a blue t-shirt with three-quarters black pants.

“doesn't have kids almost done. After eating later continue again.who buy koq food has not come yes sri” tanyaku on sri. Oh, I forgot that he changed prayers in my study.

“while again most also come bu” replied sri,, the woman tidied up her shirt and veil after praying.

“tante monica thanks yes,,,”the voice of Rania surprised me, who she called aunt monica. I looked at my son's face. His gaze led to sri. What's the matter? Why Rania just like her father thought sri was monica, but Rania's strange koq is not only now meeting sri.

Amir and I looked at each other, confused. Who sri really is.

“koq aunty monica, aunty sri dear” she said stroking her soft kirana hair. My little girl is in my arms Sri.

"why say thank you dear", ask me to Rania. what is this really.

"kan aunty monica anter a lot of toys to Kirana's aunty house, he said to Rania. let Rania feel at home aunty kirana" he replied innocently. Meaning Kirana knows monica. There's no way Rania's lying

I was more confused.I asked about monica later to Kirana.My husband looked at me deeply. he rubbed my shoulders.This man knew that his wife was anxious.

I remember how insistent Kirana was Prohibiting me from finding a nanny for Rania.