The Father's Choice Husband

Chapter 28

"Yes, almost every day I see Mas Aak hanging out with his friends. Near my school there, there will be a vespa children's tongkrongan," replied Sigit casually, he then sat down in the chair next to me.

The deg!

I paused for a moment, digesting Sigit's words. So, has Mas Aak not worked? But it's also impossible for Sigit to make it up, right? What's in it for him? Or maybe Sigit saw it wrong?

"Are you sure it's Cook Aak, Git? You didn't see wrong? Not wrong people?" I set my sights on Sigit completely.

"It's impossible to see it wrong many times, right? I'm sure it's Cook Aak. I don't know what time he's hanging out, but when I get home from school, I usually see him there." Sigit looked at me deeply. He gave a reasonable explanation.

"What time are you going to school?" Suddenly I forgot Sigit's school schedule, but I had not left this house for long.

"It depends on the schedule, ma'am. Sometimes three, four, sometimes five. Sometimes I go home early too. But as I remember, I often really see Mas Aak hanging out, whatever time I go home. Is she not working anymore, Mommy?" Sigit asked me back.

"Work is what he said, he also if he gets a salary, always give money to me. Or maybe?" I began to suspect that something might be wrong.

"Don't what, Ma'am? Don't think anything weird!" Sigit shook his hand in front of my face.

To be honest right now all sorts of bad thoughts are coming at me. I'm afraid that the money given by Mas Aak during this time is not from halal results. I'm afraid that the job that Mas Aak has been doing all this time is gambling. But, is it possible to gamble during the day? In an open place? Seems impossible. Can be raided by the police, right?

"No, I'm just afraid that Mas Aak is doing bad things out there, Git. I'm afraid that Mas Aak's been lying all along. Said he got a job at a welding shop, but he was playing with money. What if he endures his family with illegal money, Git?" I squealed my temples that felt dizzy.

It could be that the cause of my household feels no harmonic-harmonious. Every day I just want emotions. Maybe because what I eat is not halal money?

"Alright, Mel. Don't think the no-no. You better ask your husband directly. It's not good to continue to be prejudiced like that." I answered the real question I asked Sigit. I turned back to look at my mother who was in the chair opposite me.

"O Allah, if it is true what Mela thought how, Mom? Does Mela have to endure this kind of situation? Or is it better for Mela to end our marriage, ma'am? Mela does not want to go through marriage with a person who likes to commit big sins, Mom!" I didn't listen to Mom's advice, but I just thought it was getting wild.

"Hush! Don't think bad, there's no proof, Mel. It's just your fear. Sigit also didn't say that your husband was playing with money, did he?"

I shook my head, "It's better that I ask the same Mas Aak later. What's really going on."

***

In the afternoon before dusk, Mas Aak came following to the house of the Father. I did not welcome his arrival at all, I let Mas Aak be welcomed by Father, Mother, also Sigit. I prefer to accompany Singgih to play while learning to color in my room. My mind also still could not focus on having to prepare the materials for school tomorrow, so I still postponed it.

"Have a pick-up!" batinku. I just rolled my eyeballs lazily.

"Mell!" You called me once again. I still didn't answer, pretending not to listen.

Shortly after, my mother came into my room. I looked up, stopped my coloring activities with Singgih.

"Mel, don't you hear what you said?" ask my mother gently.

"Listen, Mom. Males answered. Mas Aak also bummed. I know I want to stay here. Why is everything picked up too? If you don't want to come here, you don't have to come here!" sewot. I shouldn't have put my emotions on Mom.

"Yaudah, say it yourself to your husband! Mom also told me that you wanted to stay here, but she insisted on taking you home." Mom approached me, sitting on the bed.

"Mom! Don't go home! Bobo, come here!" Turns out to be quietly listening.

"Yes, Bobo here, really. We'll be bobo in this room, yeah!" I rubbed Singgih's head, saying as gently as possible. It was different from my response to my mother.

"Yee! Asyiik!" Singgih shouted excitedly. I'm smiling too. I can use Singgih as a reinforcing excuse I don't want to go home to my in-laws tonight.

"Yaudah, Ma'am ahead jerk, yes. You keep coloring it again!" I moved from my seat. My mother used to be with Singgih coloring.

I walked lazily forward. Honestly, I felt lazy to see my husband's face that suddenly felt so annoying in my mind. I chose to sit near you, trying to find refuge and support. Although I'm not sure you'll do it.

"Let's go home, Deck! Maghrib hunt." said Mas Aak right then and there, without further ado asking my situation, my wishes and so on. Really sucks. I clucked softly while lifting next to my lips.

"I'm going to do it here, Mas!" i'm firm.

"But, Deck?" Cook looks objected.

"But what, Mom? If you don't want to go here, you don't have to papa. But don't forbid me from coming here! This is also my parents' house. What's wrong with that, sometimes I'm here?" I raise my voice, I don't care if there's a Father beside me.

"Mails?" Father glanced at me. As expected, you will definitely rebuke me.

"Mela's tired, sir. Every day, we do everything alone. Homework all Mela work alone, while Mas Aak even fun to hang out every day. If at home is also just a toy HP, not help ngerjain home work. Know what cake, you can." You are also inevitably the target of my emotional overflow. I'm really out of control. I saw Mas Aak and Mr. taking turns, waiting for what response they would give.