When Love Fades

accused of cheating

This afternoon the sun was angry. Very hot, the temperature ranges from 33 degrees Celsius. Not to mention the noise of the vehicle makes the atmosphere uncomfortable.

Me and Alan haven't asked for news in a long time. I'd really like to call her. Eliminate longing that is too long hidden.

I took the phone and I found Alan's contact. Suddenly my phone shook. And I saw Alan's name on my phone screen. A happy hue emanated from my face when I saw that name.

"hallo assalamualaikum mas ?". This heart feels very happy.

"What do you mean Deck?". Suddenly my mood changed, as did the look on my face.

"Mbak Iren sent a video of you making out with another man. Who is he !! Huh !!!". Alan was very angry. This must have been Iren. But I can't be bad at first.

"Astaghfirrulah.. What are you talking about ?". My body feels trembling and heart pounding like just finishing a 1500 km race.

"whoa... You are not so smart! I don't know yet ! Who is that man !". Alan just kept getting angry and making me even more scared.

"Mas. Ma'am Iren send what video anyway ? Sampe mas Alan was so angry at me ?. What does Alan mean by which man ?. I really don't understand".

"What did you say ? Which man ?. How many men have you seduced !. I'm really disappointed in you !".

After saying the last word Alan immediately hung up his phone filled with anger.

"god, what is this problem ?. I really don't understand what Alan's talking about".

Yeah... Iren didn't like me before. I don't know what I was wrong. But I hid it from everyone. Including Alan himself.

"Is it possible that during Alan's time in Saudi Arabia Iren spied on me ?. Could it be Alan who asked for it ?. Or maybe Iren deliberately did all this so that I could separate with Alan mas ?". My mind argued for itself but kept trying that it wasn't true.

Feels tight in the chest. It feels heavy to think about. Just add my head. Far from the husband alone it feels very sick let alone have to accept slander like this.

"hahhhh!!! I don't know. God is not sleeping. I'm sure one day it will be revealed. I obviously didn't do it".

"what dear ?". I lift and I hold her tiny body.

"father of pulan". The distinctive sound of his cedal that has not been fluent in speech makes me not focus on the question.

"huh ?? Brother kangen same father ?".

"hembs". He nodded slowly.

"You're not going home for long. If my brother and I continue to learn. Dad's coming home sooner". I had to lie to her so I wouldn't lose her sweet smile.

Can't bear to see this little angel is big without a father next to him. A father is someone who will be imitated in a boy, especially his way of thinking. Because men always use the left brain to think while women use the right brain. That is why men do not talk much, in contrast to women who always talk a lot alias chatty.

"Really ma'am?. Yes, if it is the same brother Alfan continues to learn.. Let daddy cepet go home".

"yes Ma..".

O Allah. How happy would this child be if his father really came home.

I still don't think. Good luck for me mbak Iren send video to mas Alan. That's a video of what he tried. Alan as well. So people are not careful.

"cryan". My phone rings again. And I saw it was Alan sending a video.

"Oh no. It's so embarrassing". I was surprised to see the video.

In the video, a hijab-wearing woman is making out with a man like that in a corner of the park, where it is quiet. Just saw the two of them.

Without a second thought I sent a message to Alan.

(Mas. By Allah it is not me. I am still your holy wife. I don't know who they are. And I have a dress like that. But I never wear that robe again. I kept it neat in the closet).