What's My Wrong

Eps. 01

"Bun, you're not coming home today? There are affairs outside the area, please prepare your clothes as usual."

"Again?"

"Yes bun, just for a day. The day after I came home a little late, I'm taking care of a project."

"This month I've been out of the area 3 times, what project is it?" I tried to sulk and ask for an explanation

"Tell me also mother will not understand, later mother part receive money only," he blinked.

Not not to believe him, but during the marriage that has been aged approximately 10 years new the last month Mas Raka was staying outside the area without us his wife's children and even had 3 times. Before, even if the conditions were in a state of urgency, Mas Raka would have brought us.

Although with a heavy feeling, I prepared Mas Raka's equipment as usual. Shirt shirts and jeans each one, shirt suits for just in case you want to meet clients, prayer tools, toiletries a complete set with shavers. Whether you want to wear it or not. Standard drugs did not escape I put in the small suitcase before buttoning it neatly.

Out of nowhere this strange feeling came from, the unpleasant feeling attacked and I couldn't even pin down it for sure.

"Bun, I'm going to walk."

I heard Mas Raka shout, I immediately left the remaining dishwasher a little more. I washed my hands full of soap and I met my priest and handed him a suitcase.

I kissed her hand solemnly and I pulled her over the fence, watching her departure still with a strange feeling. I put a smile on my face, I hope my husband is okay.

"God, protect my husband on his way. Give him health and guide him every step of the way" I whispered.

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"Mother, my head hurts," whined my eldest son.

Bayu is still awake, I take a thermometer and I clamp between his armpits, 39 degrees Celsius.

Once again I tried to contact Mas Raka, still not connected. I was panicked but tried to look calm. My son has a high fever and since late afternoon I can't reach Mas Raka.

"Patience, dear, take the medicine first so that Bayu's sister will recover," persuaded me while rubbing my son's head gently.

I slowly lifted his head and drank the heat-lowering tablet.

"Sister, sleep huh? Tomorrow as soon as you wake up, the heat will have gone down."

"Where is mother? Why don't you come home?" whining

"Daddy work son, so I can have a lot of money and buy big brother toys. Sleep, baby?"

His head nodded and closed his eyes, I touched my son's forehead, his fever had not yet come down.

I lay down my body, I tried to close my eyes even though I was awake. Whether because the child was sick or because Mas Raka's phone I couldn't call, I was tormented by this feeling. Unusual feelings, anxiety, anxiety and anxiety mixed into one that I did not understand the meaning.

At 02.00 Wita, I want to use tahajjud to ward off anxiety but not a single eye this ever closed, I think and finally deliver me in a deep sleep.

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The voice of Azan puffed me, the forehead of Bayu fever had gone down. Thank God it seems like the medicine works, I don't need to take it to the doctor.

Scroll on my phone, none of the message notifications or calls showed up.

With my head still dizzy from lack of sleep I rushed to take ablution, wanting to squash my anxiety in prayer.

It is true that the best place to complain is the Creator, I close my prayers with the prayer that Mas Raka is okay wherever he is and immediately contact me.

I had just folded my face when my gawa vibrated and whatsapp notification was heard, I quickly reached the flat object and I opened the incoming message, from Mas Raka.

[Mother, sorry to hear. Hp dad forgot the charger and dad came home from meeting clients a little night, went back to the hotel immediately asleep]

I just wanted to reply to that message when the second one appeared.

[Mother is praying?]

[When did you come home? Bayu last night her body was hot]

[Huh? Bayu sick?! Mommy not taking it to the doctor?]

[I'm just giving you medicine, how to get to the doctor and Dad's not here. Not to mention that Tasya has no guard]

[Trus how is Bayu now? I want to go home quickly, baby]

[Udah was a little quiet, the fever had gone down. No need to go home quickly, I just finish the business there first]

[alright baby, if there's anything quick call Dad huh?]

How am I gonna call you? New contacts are active. My reply but only in my heart, at least I know that my husband is fine.

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[Mother Beautiful, I have proof of Mother's husband's infidelity]

I stared at the canned sms, called the canned sms because the name of the sender is not clear. I pinch the right cheek, it hurts! I'm not dreaming.

It could be that the sender is a prankster who wants to disturb our household.

I still remember 2 weeks ago when Mas Raka came home from Watampone with an unusual attitude, he kissed Bayu and Tanya as if he had just come home from a long trip when he left us for only a day.

Especially to me, all the treatment was more sweet attention and I enjoyed it, even though it felt strange, as if hiding something.

[Can we meet?]

Encouraged by curiosity I answered the canned sms.

[No need ma'am, I don't want to get involved. I'm just saying this out of pity for Mom]

[Alright, give me proof if what you're saying is true]

[Right now they're at the Arya Duta hotel, please go there yourself if you don't believe]

My breath was choked, between believing and not. Mas Raka cheated? It was one of the most impossible things that even imagined it would never be. To get me Mas Raka needed a struggle, and he knew very well that he was the first and last man of my life.

I tried calling the number that was listed but not active.

Whether the information is true or not, I have to make sure of it myself. I sent my children to the neighbors after bribing them with a bag of snacks and ice cream. It's not easy because they're used to taking me with them wherever I go. But if the information is true, I don't want my children to know and see with their own eyes if the father is with another woman.

I tried to catch my breath, tightness. Lord, please calm me down, the news is not even necessarily the truth but why is it so bad. I wear modest clothing, gamis and khimar of matching colors. I ordered a taxi online, even with a bad feeling, what exactly do I want to prove? That guy could have been mocking me.

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Half an hour later I arrived at the hotel in question, then confused myself what to do.

But with immediate reflexes step foot into the hotel lobby once an employee on duty at the entrance opens the door in a friendly manner.

My eyes looked at the entire corner of the lobby, there was no figure of Mas Raka. I saw several sofas lined up in a room near the glass door that bordered between the lobby and the pool.

I chose one of the blue sofas facing the exit, from which I could clearly see the whole room, including the exit and the elevator connected to the hotel rooms. Even if it was true that Mas Raka was here, this was the only way out that he would go through.

15 Minutes .. 30 minutes ... There was no sign of my husband.

Honestly, I wanted to name Mas Raka at the reception but I was embarrassed.

However, an adult woman who looks for a man's name in the guest book must be clearly visible as a wife who seeks the whereabouts of her husband. I want to put where my face and my pride are.

I stood up from the sofa, I took my salary while walking towards the exit and I called Mas Raka, connected.

[Well, where else?]

[It's over the meeting, get ready to go home]

I cursed myself for believing in that canned text so it was a waste of my time to set foot in this hotel.

[What's bun? Want to drop something?]

[Gpp well, just want to check the whereabouts of the father. Be careful on the road, Dad?]

[Oke bun, dad walk first huh?]

I kept the phone in my bag, then I sped up the steps just as the elevator door opened and a pair of men and women walked out of the elevator. A man I know very well. Mas Raka, My Husband.

As soon as my steps were riveted, our eyes met, Mas Raka immediately shook the hand of that woman, the woman I had known all along as my husband's business partner.

"Bun, -why is it here?" Ask stuttered.

"We're talking at home" I said coldly, I don't want to fuss in public.

Holding back the tightness I accelerated my footsteps and Mas Raka tracked my steps, leaving the woman holding him who was also unable to hide his shock.

Tega, they're so fucking hearty. I even knew the woman, Sari Salsabila, an accountant who had been my husband's business partner. Huh! What business associate is playing crazy with his colleague, a married man.

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“Mother, please sort out the chance I want to explain the truth. Mother misunderstood.”

“Mistake understand what it means? I see clearly you walk hand in hand,” I said withholding emotions.

“Mother misunderstandings. Dad to the hotel was not both, we were meeting diasana.”

I heard a desperate tone from my husband's mouth.

“Dad, I'm not that stupid to believe your words, I saw with my own eyes you guys walking out while holding hands.”

“Not as you might imagine. Please believe Bun, mother is the only one—“

I raised my hand to cut the conversation.

“Right now I don't need an explanation, please for a while Dad sleeps in the guest room, I just want to calm down.” My voice was slow, but firm enough to make Mas Raka leave our room for the tv room.

Good thing my kids went to bed early, they didn't have to see their mother cry as much as they could. I hug my children's bodies, right now they're all I have. Tomorrow I'll try to find that woman, the woman who came into my husband's life. I have to make sure of something.

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Unbeknownst to my husband I met the woman, I deliberately chose a fast food restaurant that was available for children's playgrounds so I could bring along with my children.

As if caught off guard, he admitted to their affair. Shameless! My love, of course, is only in my heart. I'm not a typical woman who fights over men, even though that man is my own husband. It's not appropriate for me, even though I don't even have a job or a life hand, I'm ready to leave my husband and of course bring my children.

“So now what do you want?"

“Mba Lovely itself wants what?” presumptuous, even asked back.

“Away from my husband's life.”

“Can't, I love Mas Raka.” What???!

“You are aware of what you are saying?” I said flabbergasted, speechless with his courage.

“Swet bitch Ma'am, I thought I was going to be the second woman on purpose? All this time I was willing to be Mas Raka's mistress consciously, I love her even though I know that her heart is bigger for Mbak Indah but I don't care, I will make it so that she also gives me the same love."

I clenched my hand until I felt this palm hurt by my own fingernails. I wanted to slap the presumptuous woman, but still tried to be calm. I need to be able to control myself.

For a moment we were silent, this woman was crazy, crazier than my shadow. It's free to talk to him.

“Alright, I'll have Mas Raka choose. If Mas Raka chooses you I will leave your lives with my children,”

“Okey," he said confidently, wanting to let the thick liquid of coffee run over his proud face.

I don't know where this sad feeling evaporates and changes with anger, I won't forgive. Even if my husband chooses me, it won't be that easy coming back to us.

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