The Cost of Trust

The Part 153

I chose to leave Aziz's mas on the dining table. I don't know why I'm not satisfied with Aziz's reply. What did he say 'curious'?

What does Aziz mas store flavor with Hayu's mbak? I was just trying to trust my husband, but his statement really made my logic work. It's not just about believing or not believing in your partner. But this is the instinct of a woman, a wife!

I walked into the stall that was currently crowded with buyers. Diaz and Faiz were playing on the floor with mattresses on the floor.

I approached Diaz who was on her stomach playing her toy.

After a few minutes had passed, the stall was again quiet. May and Mayu sit down.

"Mbak Dian..!", say hello.

"Yes", I answered flatly.

I don't want Imah or Hayu to be the target of my emotions. Maybe I should just shut up and play with my son.

Imah caught something wrong with her beloved sister.

Ma'am Di wouldn't be like this if there wasn't something, Inner Priest.

"Is there a problem?", asked Hayu suddenly. Suddenly, my eyes immediately fell on the beautiful woman.

I'm just trying to be professional, he works here. To support his son. He's innocent too. What happened yesterday was just an accident. But Aziz's reply really disappointed me!

"No. Just tired. Right from the office, straight to Fai's house."

"Where is the office?", asked Imah. I don't know anything about DWP Group.

"Mbak Mah Office. Tomorrow I will be back. Om Kendra's dead, so inevitably I have to take over the mbak company again."

"I mean?", asked Eh.

"Dad Mbak left the company that was handled by om Kendra so far. Since om kendra no longer exists, mbak who will take care of it himself."

"Masyaallah..mbak ku holang kaya dong????!", said Imah.

I put a little smile on my face.

Unlike Hayu, she was not surprised.

"When you go to the office, what is this kiosk?", asked Ema.

"Yes.if mba hayu still wants to work here is okay. We'll keep mah open!"

Hayu looked at me in wonder.

"If it is allowed, I still want to work here anyway" said Hayu.

"Thank you", I said briefly.

Suddenly Aziz approached me.

"Darling ..!", call Aziz to me. I'm not flinching with his call.

"Are you fighting?", asked worriedly.

"No!", I answered.

"Yes!", replied Aziz.

I looked at my husband's face. Our uncompressed answer certainly makes Imah feel that something is really wrong.

"Mas, mbak.kita talk inside aja yuk!", invite Imah while pulling me to stand.

The three of us went to the dining table. After we all sat down, I opened my voice.

"Why are you?", asked.

Aziz and I were both silent.

"You're old, if there's a problem, it's good."

"Your sister is jealous again Mah!", mas Aziz started.

"Jealous?", asked Eh.

"Yes", said Aziz.

"Who's jealous?" asked Eze.

"So the story is gini mah. Yesterday, hayu nginep time was here. I accidentally saw him wearing your negligee, not wearing a hijab. I used to see him wear the Mah hijab. Yes already, rather than seeing what is not right mas, mas directly tancap dong gas same mbak you. I'm being honest, Mah, tell me what it is to your mom!"

"Hem! Whose fault is it? Is that Hayu's mother?", asked Ema.

"Yes not Mah, I know how he also did not expect mas to the midnight stall so. We really didn't mean it by accident."

"Soften, if you know Dian already honest about it, which makes Dian angry what is it?", asked Imah again.

"Your mother is the one who napsuan mah!", I said ketus.

"Dek...!", mas Aziz sulked.

"It's so Mas?"

"Yes, that's also Mah."

"Not what is it? People see mbak hayu do not use hijab aja, your mas can be immediately rich. Ngajak mbak. Turn to see a sexy girl in the office mbak, said she did not napsu."

Mas Aziz lowered his head, clearly he felt guilty by what he said earlier.

"She said sexy rich girls are so ordinary, if you see Hayu yabg normally covered so you are curious. What is the name try rich Mah? There's no way that your mas doesn't have any feelings for Hayu!"

"Then? The word 'curious''' means what is mas?", ask me again.

"Mas don't know, deck. Believe the same. I have not paid attention to him on the deck at all."

I fell silent as if I had run out of words to make her confess that she had a taste for the beautiful woman.

"There is no taste of anything, because the mas know that Mbak Hayu does not have a taste also to mas?", chirped Imah.

"What do you mean by that Mah, don't expand everywhere!"

"Mas, as long as Aziz knows. Imah often mergokin mbak hayu loiin you. Steal to look at you. But Imah also often negur mbak Hayu, do not try to be a thorn among you!"

I looked at Imah carefully. Is that really what I said? But..masa ya mbak Hayu like that? It doesn't feel possible. I was jealous when I found out that Hayu was more exciting for my husband than me. But the matter of him who likes to steal the view of Aziz like his is impossible.

"Well, don't blow your mouth!"

"Who's driving anyway mas. Say what it is!"

"OK..okay...so what do you want now? What's gotta be? Fuck Hayu? So Deck, Mah?", asked Aziz.

"Mas, I don't hate Hayu at all! But, Imah also knows like feelings mbak Di. Who wouldn't be jealous if they knew their husband was attracted to another woman?"

"Mas, not interested in Hayu ,Imah!", Aziz began to spasm.

"But you told me that you were just curious????!!", said Imah again.

"OK.oke..mas apologize. Mas wrong. Okay...!!", Aziz covered his hands. The two women before him would not be defeated.

Me and Mama were both silent. Aziz stood up.

"Today too, wau Hayu stopped working here!", said mas Aziz as he stood up.

"Don't mas!", I grabbed his hand.

"Why? Mas don't want because he's still here we got a deck fight? I swear by anything, this is the best way. I can still support you, right?" said Aziz.

"Don't mas. Kasian Faiz!", I said softly.

"Mom! Ma'am Di must be firm. Do not be gentle!", said Imah in support of his mas.

"Mas, Mommy! You guys don't think about his feelings? What is the guarantee that your prejudice against him is true? Suppose it is wrong, is it not the fall of slander?"

"But mbak....!"

"Well, I don't know. You love the same mbak, same mas you. But also don't accuse others of a no-no."

"Sir..."

"I'm sorry, man!"

"Kok so mbak Dian who apologized anyway?", Imah manyun.

"Imah, if Hayu stops working from here what about Faiz?", I asked.

"Mom, Stevan is rich. Surely om Stevan can meet their needs" replied Imah again.

"you don't know what happened to them, huh. You know what?", I asked my husband a question. And I think Aziz understands what I mean.

"Yes, I know!"

"Yes, I'm sorry. It's already made a fuss that doesn't really have to happen. And you Imah, please ..for keeping my feelings, do not hurt the feelings of others with your unsubstantiated words and accusations."

"Imah does not hate the same mbak Hayu, really not mbak."

"Yes I don't understand, huh. But already, quite like this. Again I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Mas Aziz held me in his arms.

"Mas is sorry. They will take better care of themselves. He will always be with you. At the office, at home."

"I'm not that possessive!"

"That's not what I mean, let the kiosk stay open. There's your sister ready to help, right?", Aziz's lyrics to imah.

"Mas, Imah already has her own busyness. She has a husband...!"

"Mbak Dian is calm. Later Imah will talk to A Dadan."

"So..it's clear, isn't it? There's no more jealous drama, right, deck?"

"It's not about jealousy, but the curious word from your mouth really makes me think of things."

"Sorry, sorry once deck!", mas Aziz still hugged me.

"Yes, come out. Come on Diaz, your parents are getting along again."

Now, Aziz and I are both in the kitchen.

"Dek, please. Believe the same. I will not repeat mistakes like I did back then. That's enough. Getting a second chance from you is precious to Dek!"

I nodded my head too.

Hopefully, we can always go through every problem in our household, God.

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