Where My Husband Might Be Cheating

CHAPTER 33

This morning Diana carried out her activities without enthusiasm. Maybe because there's no Alif here. Even for cooking, he was very reluctant.

He bought breakfast at Mak Ros. Which is delicious, the tongue can not be lied to. Along the way to the Diana stall spread a smile every meeting with residents there. That's also one of manners, right?

Diana stopped in front of one of the houses, swallowing her saliva. Saw young mangoes hanging towards the trench.

Why I want to eat mangoes so much. Oh my goodness. What if the one who has turned out to be stingy.

For a long time he looked at the young mango, but he did not realize that anyone had noticed it since.

"Sister? What do? That mango is it?"

Ask a young man who may still be single. He was tall, white and his body was also burly. Handsome, yes that was all Diana thought.

Why I never saw this young man.

"Sister?" Reproved again.

"Eh yes? No, I just want to hehe."

Diana was clumsy, embarrassed to see him observing mangoes.

"Oh. If you want Rama can get it, brother."

Oh Rama, his name is, like the man, friendly.

"No need, I just saw it, it's just passing by, want to go there to buy breakfast, excuse me."

Why didn't I just say that I wanted to, ah but I'm ashamed.

Diana continued on to the barn.

Who is that woman, why is she so cute? There are no people here like him. Ah I just get it time yes, later if I love you through.

...***...

"Mak Ros, Ana wants a pack of rice to sit down."

It turns out that this morning is also crowded in the stall, there are some residents who have breakfast there.

They looked at Diana with questioning looks.

"New people?" Ask one of the middle-aged men.

"Yes sir." Answer's friendly.

"Oh. Alone, ordinary with his son. But I never saw her husband."

Ask one of the mothers.

Diana was nervous to answer.

"My husband works ma'am out of town."

Keep smiling.

"Don't ask too many questions, nih naannya."

Cut Mak Ros when the others will ask again.

"Yes, thank you, Mom, let's excuse me."

"Oh Ana's name."

Answer a man who asked.

Diana simply replied with a smile then took a thousand steps from there. It feels uncomfortable if you look at it like that.

He walked down, it felt lazy to be too friendly here. Especially if you know he is actually separated from his husband, the worse must be the thoughts of the villagers.

When he was going to eat the rice he bought, there was a knock on the door of his house. There was a voice of men calling.

Who yeah? Was one of the people in the stall earlier.

"Yes a minute."

Diana opened the door and saw the young mango she wanted earlier, also switched to see the face of the person who would bring the mango.

"You? Why do you know I live here?"

"Oh my brother, Rama was waiting for brother through to love this mango, once brother passing called kok nduk aja. So Rama followed her home."

"Oh sorry, hehe didn't listen. Why bother with all this."

"It's okay brother. Can you sit here?"

Show it on the terrace chair.

Diana was hesitant to give or not, the article was reluctant if she did not give permission. But if given permission to sit down, surely Diana will accompany, fearing anyone gossiping. It's still morning.

"Old ah, Rama just sit down, pegel abis climbing the mango tree."

"I'm sorry, so it's hard."

"So relax, brother's name?"

"Oh yes, my name is Diana, commonly called Ana."

"Don't be too formal so brother, wear me everything."

Diana smiled again.

"Who is the same here, brother? Her mother?"

"Not the same child, just brought the brother to his house."

"Just like a kid?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Eh she must have thought and asked my husband where.

"Oh that's it."

Rama fell silent and handed the mango to Diana.

Why didn't he ask where my husband was?

"Tama I'll get you a drink for a minute."

"Yes, don't bother. Bring me everything hehe has."

Diana just shook her head and walked into the house to grab a glass of water.

Sit back and put the glass on the table.

"You're here but you've never seen it before."

"Don't call brother, how old are you?"

"Oh I'm 27 years old brother."

"Well, I'm still 25. I should have called you brother."

Light Diana, she involuntarily laughed. This time not by force.

Rama looked at Diana laughing like that in admiration.

I know you have a lot of problems. Why is your face so sweet when you laugh. So gemesh.

"Not married Rama?"

It turned out that Rama was daydreaming looking at Diana's face. Diana was wrong.

"Rama?" Call her to disperse the reverie of Rama.

"Oh yes, brother?"

"Kok brother again, I was just married?"

"Sorry." I'm the one who's nervous looks ridiculous. "Not yet, still a tingting virgin."

"Oh that's it."

This young man's origin didn't even ask for my current status. Diana.

It felt like I wanted to ask further, but was afraid to say kepo. I'll just ask later. Ramah.

"Na, you want breakfast? If so, excuse me."

"Let's thank you so much for the mangoes."

"Yes relax, equally. Next time I can play here if your son is home, because I like kids."

Diana nodded, as she also did not know what to answer. Because it's nice to have friends here, if you refuse is not hypocritical, the heart and mouth are not the same.

He went back inside and ate the rice that had been delayed earlier. He ate and continued to stroke his flat stomach.

You are okay, son inside. God willing, we will not lack nutrition.

...***...

"Hallo brother, Assalamualaikum."

"(Yes na, walaikumsalam)."

"Where's my aliff?"

"(Again out right now with Anton, go for a walk)."

"Oh yeah, later if you've come home sister Video call Ana huh?"

"(Yes na)."

...***...

Bagas fell asleep, after a long time very difficult to sleep because he kept thinking about his wife and child. Even though he only met Alif with a matter of hours, it was able to treat his shady and also make his stamina slightly back.

the clock shows at 9 p.m. There were constant knocking on the door. Bagas wriggled, trying to collect his life back, he immediately got up towards the door of the house to see who was coming.

"Mas."

Risah said with a sad face.

"Why did you come here?"

"Mas, I'm your wife. But you never came to see my situation. Even in the office you always avoid. Is this what I'm going to say after I marry you?"

"What are you saying is legitimate?"

"Please please, understand. Your son wants to be close to you."

"Go, I'm so sleepy and want to rest."

Risah shed her tears. And he turned his body away. When only a few steps walk, Bagas calls him and invites him to enter.

I can't bear to expel her in this pregnancy either.

Risah finally stayed. One room, but Bagas chose to sleep under the carpet. Thankfully tomorrow is not working weekend.

In the morning Bagas woke up earlier than Risah. He saw the wall clock.

It's 6 o'clock less. I still have time for dawn prayers.

He rushed to the bathroom, cleaned himself up and immediately carried out his duties. Until he finished praying, Risah also did not wake up. But Bagas ignored.

He walked into the kitchen to make breakfast, which he could only cook a few meals. The most expert is fried rice. Risah squirms, smelling the aroma of fried onions that arouse his taste. He looked for Bagas, not beside him, and saw blankets and pillows lying below.

You slept under last night. That's how much you hate me.

Risah walked out to the kitchen. See who's cooking, and it turns out Bagas. Bagas only took a quick glance and continued his cooking which was almost finished.

"You should wake up first and prepare breakfast, are you like this every day? Thankfully, we are not home. If only there was Diana, I'd never even touched the cauldron."

"Don't compare me to your perfect wife."

Silent Bagas did not answer anymore. I feel lazy to argue.

Even this time who prepared food and dishes at the table was Bagas. She just sat quietly without feeling guilty.

They eat in silence. When they finished eating, Risah was about to rise up to clean the dishes they had eaten. Bagas forbade it.

"Udah no need, let me just. Hasn't this never been done? You get ready, I'll take a shower after that I'll drive you home."

"Mas, can't be anyway, just be nice a little bit like me mas. I'm pregnant with your son mas."

"Enough, don't talk anymore. Now I ask, what is your relationship with Mr Darma? Let's not say that child is his son."

The story is stuck with the question Bagas gave.

Why can he talk that way.

"Why? Aye? Just wait for the right time I can sue you, until the baby is born, even before I can prove it."

"Bag!!" Snapping aside, Bagas was indifferent and walked to the back carrying his dirty dishes.

Now he brings Risah home. In fact, he only drove Risah to the front of his home Gang, not down let alone stop by. Risah just resigned with all the treatment Bagas, after all this is his choice and indeed his desperate fault.

Now Bagas is more active in working, and also seeing and monitoring Risah from a distance, to prove that it is not his son.

Because Alif has not been returned to his mother, Bagas more often come to Anton's house to see his son. And fortunately the host always gave permission, because it was his right. It's just that right now the problem still befalls him.

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