The Former

HUSBANDMAN

I cried for a long time. My eyes are getting smothered. Mind fucked. Imagine how it will fit Vino home after finishing taking care of his work. I'm very worried about what Vino will do. All this made my mind tormented. Makes my body seem distant.

I try to get up. To wipe away my tears that never stop pouring. I'm trying to calm myself down. I set my breath to relax again. I don't want to make things worse.

'I can't be like this. I can't be like this. This is what Rey wants. The more I slump, the more pleased he is!' my mind is trying to fight fear.

I turned my eyes to the top of the wall. Looks like a big wall clock hanging. It's 7 o'clock. I'm too deep in regret. Until dinner time, I haven't left the room yet.

"Drrrttt .. drrrtttt ..." the phone's voice rang.

I look. Whatsapp is coming in. The Pak Angga. The president of the office where Vino works. Who was also my boss while still working in the same office. I read the message immediately.

['Tasya Bu. Please tell Mr. Vino. Tomorrow morning around 8 a meeting with Mr. Rudolf. The Cafe SunResto. Go directly to the location. Sorry to bother Ms. Tasya, because from noon I could not contact Mr. Vino. Thank you, Ms. Tasya.']

I slightly frowned. It was as if I was re-digesting the contents of the message I just read.

'Isn't it from noon Vino was in the office with Pak Angga?' I was in my heart, confused.

'Maybe Mr. Angga is in a job outside.' I muttered reassuringly.

I put my phone back on the dresser. I tie my long hair while looking in the mirror. Done it. My hair looks neat after being tied to a ponytail.

'Mom Iyem must be having a little trouble eating dinner alone.' I muttered turning my back to the mirror.

I'm getting out soon. Walk towards the kitchen. Sure enough, Ms. Iyem was busy alone in the kitchen. I approached him.

"Gee ... Ms. Iyem. Mei mataeng aja. Repot to Mom? I just want to help." I said while tasting the cuisine of Miss Iyem who just poured into the container.

"Yes, it's not Mom. This is my job. I'm waiting in front. Fatigued later. Her rich mother's face shoots." said Ms. Iyem telling me to leave.

"Pucet. Notwithstanding. I just woke up, Mom. It's okay, here I help natain to the dining table." I said by forcing.

I was also busy arranging plates2 and other containers to the family dining table. In just a few moments, everything was done. I remembered Maya. I did not hear his voice from earlier. I'll see Maya soon. To make sure what he is doing. But just as I rushed to his room, Maya had already appeared before me.

"Eh, Mommy. Cook what Bun is." asked Maya with eyes looking towards the dining table.

"Waahh .. there is chicken rica-rica same baso soup. Duhh, the more laper Bun." said Maya while stroking her stomach.

"Propsy. Wait Dad. Soon also come home." I said by shaking off the hand of Maya who wanted to pluck her favorite chicken.

Vino is busy. But as busy as it is, he always comes home for dinner at home. This time, I feel anxious. I was afraid because of this problem, Vino did not take the time to go home for dinner together at Home. The shadow of Vino's face as she knew my relationship and saw the video of the scene with Rey was immediately present. I can't stand to see it. I hurriedly pat her face in my mind. I covered my face with both hands.

'Yes Allah .. Sorry I am Father.' I said in my heart.

"Assalamualaikum." a voice came from the vestibule.

I immediately headed towards the direction of the voice. All I know is, it's Vino's voice. Vino is home. I have to be prepared for this risk. I wiped the tears that had dripped earlier.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Is he home?" I asked quietly after returning the greeting and kissing her hand.

Looked tired on his face. Like saving an emergency. Not like Vino usually. Never mind, I don't want to guess anything by what I see. When I want to take my eyes off her face. Vino hugged me. Close-fitting. His breath feels heavy. As if holding back a cry. Afraid that Maya saw and was suspicious of this state, I immediately let go of her embrace.

"Dad. Not in here. We'll talk about it after dinner. I'll see Maya." I said to Vino. Vino just nodded slowly.

Before dinner. As usual, Vino took a shower first. While waiting for Vino, I prepared his favorite strawberry juice. Vino always asks for strawberry juice at dinner. Unlike Maya, who only asks for sweet iced tea at every dinner.

Everything that was needed was neatly arranged on the dining table. Ms. Iyem was washing the cooking utensils she had just used. Ms. Iyem is always done with something. Do not want a single glass that is dirty linger in the sink of the dishwasher. It must have been straight through. In a different room, Maya is busy watching tv in the family room. I, myself, sat dumbstruck at the dinner table waiting for Vino to finish his bath.

"May. Why is it here? Come to the dining table!" the sound of Vino invites Maya to immediately go to the dining table.

I also called Bu Iyem who was busy with the kitchen. Not finished-I noticed Miss Iyem cleaning the kitchen. Even though the cooking furniture that he washed was done and arranged as before.

"Bu Iyem's. Ngapain. No kayak in the kitchen. Yes, just stay. Here to eat." I said take Miss Iyem immediately to the dining table.

"Let's eat. I've laper already" said Maya who suddenly came and immediately scooped the rice onto her plate.

"Holding the laper for a while will feel more delicious when eating it together. Let alone eating the same people we love" Vino told Maya.

Vino always took the time to have dinner with us. I smiled seeing him. So much love for family. I don't deserve to be here. I feel like my life has no meaning. My pride seems to have vanished. Disappeared with the tired strokes I saw clearly on Vino's face.

"Oh yes Well. Mr. Angga whatsapp I. He said .." I haven't finished talking yet, Vino has already nodded and cut him off.

"Sir Rudolf? Yeah, I know." she said briefly.

Dinner is over. We spent time talking in the living room. I saw how cool Vino, Maya and Bu Iyem were chatting. Sometimes I go with the trip. But it feels different. Even though Vino looks ordinary.

"Dad. I went first to the room, yes, sleepy." said Maya with dibarengi covered her mouth yawning.

"Yes already. The same father Mother was also sleepy. Yuk Bun, go to the room." said Vino who did not change his attitude and spoke.

I nodded accordingly. My steps to the room felt heavy. Various prejudices crossed my mind. I let out a breath. Feels heavy.

'Huufffhhh.'

Vino went into the room first. Then I followed up. I see, like nothing happened. Vino did not show his anger at all. He even called me in his usual tone to join him in laying beside him.

"Here Bun. Why yourself there." he asked me more and more worried.

I didn't comply with Vino's invitation to come down next to him. But I was sitting on the side of the bed near Vino's fall. I don't think my tears are back. I tried to hold it, but I couldn't.

"Dad ... sorryin A.." My voice was cut off.

Vino's index finger stuck to my lips. Makes me not continue with words. Vino wiped my tears with his thumb. Holding my cheeks tightly with both hands. My crying is breaking. Kala looked at Vino's disappointed look.

"Don't be doin. Don't talk about it anymore. I'm sorry about you. The more we talk about it, the more I get hurt" said Vino slowly with his hands still on both cheeks, and his eyes still staring at me.

*****

Early in the morning, when I want to have breakfast. Mr. Dadang came with an anxious look on his face. My feeling is back. Something bad is going to happen.

"Sorry Sir. Ma'am. Disturbing his breakfast time. That's. Anu. These. What is. That's." said Mr. Dadang nervously.

"Why Mr Dadang? How the hell is that?" I said wonder.

"That's Mom. Anu. There is a police officer nyari Father said." said Mr. Dadang very worried.

I'm shocked. Not just me. Maya, Vino, and Bu Iyem were made to gawk with the words of Mr. Dadang.

'What the hell is going on? What's the problem with Vino getting caught by the police? Is there an office problem? What does this have to do with yesterday? Where would Vino have been if not for the office yesterday? Jeez ... What is this?' inner wondering. Worriedly.