The Single Parent

That Photo

A month later.

At eleven o'clock at night my husband came home, from a week ago my mother came home because I was not feeling well, while the Mother-in-law after a week at home and then returned to Jogja.

The phone rang waking up my sleep, I woke up and took hp, what's up Mas Arif night-night phone, my mind.

"Rinda, you get out of the house, open the door, I'm in front of this" said Mas Arif

I immediately left my phone at the nightstand and walked out of the house.

I saw Mas Arif was standing behind the gate, I opened the door and I hugged my husband I kissed him on the cheek, likewise, my husband hugged me and last kissed and kissed my belly.

I smiled at my husband, it was great to see him.

"Let's go in first, you've slept?" tanya Mas Arif took me into the house after locking the gate and the door of the house.

"Three months did not meet my wife" said my husband then hugged me back and let go.

Mas Arif stepped into Vano's room I followed him from behind, he kissed Vano gently then came out again.

"Mas, wash your hands feet first continue to change new clothes we relax." My love.

"Yes for a moment" said Mas Arif, carrying a backpack into the room and putting the bag on the floor, taking off his jacket and hat and into the bathroom.

Out the bathroom changed, and I hugged her from behind.

"Kangen Mas." My whisper.

Mas Arif turned his body around, rubbed my stomach and kissed him.

"Dad go home, son." Bisik Mas Arif's.

I smiled looking at her behavior and rubbed her hair.

"Let's take a break, baby." Take Mas Arif.

We headed to the bed and laid my body beside Mas Arif.

I looked at him and smiled.

"When can't you say it home?" my many.

"You're making a surprise" Mas Arif replied and smiled and laughed, "He he he."

"Rin, you're pregnant, you look so beautiful, yes, different before, what is our daughter?" ask Mas Arif.

"I'm resigned Mas, given a man or a woman," I replied.

"Yes me too, the important thing is that you and our son are safe" my husband said

"When are you in control again?"

"Tomorrow," I replied.

"Ri." Call Mas Arif then bring his face closer to mine and we kiss and then take it off again.

I smiled at my husband's face as well as his, I thrust my face into his arms until I heard the rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Rin, can you make love no, no danger to our child? it's been a month, it's been four." His whisper.

"I don't know Mas, know for yourself what I used to be like my ex," I replied.

"Tomorrow to ask the doctor." Husband's proposal.

"Yes who asked, if Rinda was ashamed," I said blushing in embarrassment.

"Already, let's go to sleep, here I hug, three months just roll there," he said while hugging my body.

"It can't be as close as it used to be, it's got my stomach stuck, he he he," I said and laughed.

"He he he," we laughed together.

"Let's go to sleep" Mas Arif asked.

Time showed at 12pm, we slept in sleep hugging each other.

The next day, I woke up first and then performed dawn prayers, Mas Arif I woke up to be my priest and then he went back to sleep.

Yes messages with numbers not saved in hp contacts.

"Astaghfirullah." Mumbles.

I saw a picture of a half-naked woman with her message written, Your Rif really does not want my body like it used to.

My hands were shaking, my heart was beating faster, in my heart who he was.

I put back Mas Arif's phone and I took a drink then let out a long sigh, trying to calm down.

After a bit of calm I went back to my room, I saw my husband was still sleeping.

Basic man, do not have a heart, say loyal, say love, in fact still enjoy another woman, my inner.

Why is my stomach so tight, I rub my stomach, son you do not accept your mother is angry with your father, my mind.

Soon my stomach was gone.

I take my husband's phone back and hold it, I wonder who that woman is? did I just call, if you wait for the explanation, he could be lying, my mind.

I open the crome from Mas Arif and I write wa web then I take my hp for barkote scan, I'm done tapping, my mind.

A few moments later the phone number, I immediately bring the phone to the back of the house and lift it, I just keep quiet do not want to start talking.

"Rif, have you seen the photo? I'm still sexy, right? come on when can we get laid back? I wait in Timika where we meet when the day," said the woman earlier.

My mind went everywhere, imagining my husband screwing that woman.

"Riff, Arif." Call that woman.

I hung up on him sitting limp in the garden seat behind the house.

I could not feel my tears flowing from my cheeks, Oh God how easily my husband was tempted by the more expensive women chicken thighs? my heart.

While rubbing my stomach I muttered, "Patience baby."

Without me noticing Mas Arif sitting next to me and wiping my tears.

"Rin... What's wrong?" tanyakanya.

"Why did you bring my phone?" tanyanya back.

"Ask yourself the same conscience, Mas has anything to do there? said we're guarding our marriage but what? sleep with another woman." I'm getting angry.

"Rinda... What do you mean?" asked Mas Arif with a confused face.

"Think of yourself, the pregnant wife's mentang not sexy anymore, Mas just want to play women, you pay how much the woman?" my nag.

"What woman?" tanya Mas Arif is still confused.

I walked into the house and headed to my room, I grabbed my bag and I started putting some clothes in my bag.

Mas Arif sat on the edge of the bed looking at me with a sad face.

Then he came up to me hugging me.

"Let go of your arms" I said.

"Hug the woman" I said.

"Rin.. Tell me what's going on?" ask Arif again.

"Don't tell me, you ask your own heart, what are you doing there? don't you think about me and your son when you do that?" I asked while showing my distended stomach.

"Rinda, I just got home last night, you're so angry this morning, what's wrong with my phone?" ask Mas Arif.

"Where's hpku!" Pinta Mas Arif's.

"No, I want to throw it away" I replied exasperatedly.

"I want to go home now, I can go home by myself," I said still emotionally.

"Rinda... sit down first, I beg Rin, you tell me, what's wrong with my phone" said Mas Arif pleading.