Where My Husband Might Be Cheating

CHAPTER 45

There is no activity during the stop working making Bagas choose to do activities at home, one of which is painting. A hobby he hadn't done in a long time. Bagas takes family photos, with Alif and Diana. Then he put it on the chair as an example of the material he will paint.

All he has prepared, some are still old brushes and paint, some are new he bought. Suitable for the need to paint.

If the result is beautiful, I will post it as a memento.

He began with Bismillah and began to cross out what had to be crossed out on a small board right in front of him. Bagas did very carefully and carefully. So that the result is the same as the example image. Usually people can only draw sketches of faces, but it is different. His hands are able to paint every picture that is an example, great.

It took a long time, because it's complicated. Bagas massaged his own head, has not painted it feels dizzy over time seeing so many colors. He paused for a moment to look at his hand.

A little more done.

Until the afternoon Bagas was able to finish his painting. He took pictures and immediately posted on his social media account, which he had not played for months.

Caption:

Like a rainbow, Green never leaves red. Because it will make the blue sad, therefore the rainbow will remain with the colors. So does our family.

With a red heart smile.

Click the post button, and done.

Bagas' smile expanded with the fall of a single tear.

This is how I am, with my days now, desolate, desolate. Without you my wife and child.

Soon there was the sound of Adzan. Bagas immediately got up and brought the painting to the middle room, where his small family usually gather. After that, he carried out his duty.

...***...

"Mas there's a phone call."

Mita screamed from the kitchen.

"Let's just a minute."

Anton walked quickly and grabbed the HP he had placed in just about anywhere.

"The habit of putting HP just like that."

Mita grumbled, and Anton just smiled.

Walk forward picking up the phone, talking seriously. Not even heard by Mita. Anton mutters while talking to the person across the phone. Before long he returned, the curious Mita immediately asked.

"Who's on the phone?"

"Oh, that's a friend who said yesterday he wanted to handle Bagas' case."

"So how's my mas?"

"Yes he said he could. Ask a lawsuit first, well later about the decision can the prosecutor who decides. What matters is that he'll help you as much as he can."

"Alhamdulillah, may you."

"Mas didn't have a bagas about this?"

"Wait a minute, later after eating the mas will ngabarin him."

A few moments later.

"Hallo Assalamualaikum duda's father."

"(Moskalambi. Don't do it anyway)."

"Haha, yes. Prepare the evidence, move to the flash. I will take him to a lawyer, because he is willing to help. God willing, in this month we can make demands."

"(O Allah, Alhamdulillah. Thanks a lot, mas. Tomorrow I'll deliver the evidence you asked for)."

Connection ended.

"Udah mas?"

"Udah is dear. You also actually hope that Diana will return the same Bagas?"

"Where is it. We are always in the same nasehati mother and father first, if the marriage is enough once in a lifetime, and the trials in each family must be there. How do we want to survive or not, only the mother also always said that the husband cheated, do not immediately demand divorce, but see first where the fault in us, and then see where we are, because the cheating husband must be because it does not get or not see in us but see in others. With the intention of being a woman and wife still have to be poor. And for me it's a normal thing that a man always wants his wife to be beautiful inside out. Diana was right now to leave Bagas just to teach a lesson, Mita sure really mas if actually Diana is very unwilling if you have to part with Bagas for long. So according to Mita, let Diana give Bagas a chance."

"What you said is right, baby. I'm sorry I don't want to be hypocritical, I'm alone when I see a woman or artist who is amazingly beautiful, would say if my wife were like that."

"Mas, so you?"

"That's not what I mean, dear, I'm honest. I don't want to be a hypocrite."

"Yes mas, Mita is also self-conscious, Mita is difficult to have children. Mas still survive this time alone has become a boon for Mita."

Down and sad. I feel less when I think about it.

"Dear." Holding his wife's face. "Pray every day we do. Effort has also been, believe me dear, God does not sleep. Do not be sad, I can not give a promise that will not due you, but I only give evidence to you, starting from the mas say ijab qobul and until the end of my life." Warm peeking his wife's forehead.

"Mas, thank you." She shed her tears. "We also don't want to say where my husband might be cheating, where maybe my husband would want to be with another woman, Mita did not want to go. Mita is afraid of disappointment. It is better for Mita to go through everything like running water. I remember Diana always said that, but it happened."

Anton's warm embrace was given to his wife, in response to which everything he said was true.

...***...

Bagas became a busy person himself just because he moved the requested file. Pacing back and forth thinking about what would happen in the future. Stand up and sit down.

Ah I'm so impatient. What can not be done tomorrow, let's finish quickly.

Droit,dert..

His HP shook, there was an incoming call. Bagas soon saw, he hoped it was Anton and gave good news, one of which is the submission can be done tomorrow.

"Ah shit*n. Why even this troublemaker woman called, why don't I just block her number from yesterday." Back to the HP.

Bagas also walked towards the room. He lay down his body and was ready to close his eyes.

It was only an hour after he fell asleep. Bagas heard the bell of his house ringing, even many times. It's like a serine ambulance.

Suddenly the events of some time ago flashed through his mind. Yes, at that time he ignored Risah, and Risah desperately came here at night. Bagas grumbled because his sleep was disturbed. Lazily he walked out of the room, but did not immediately reply.

Bagas peeked through the gap of the window curtains. Sure enough, Risah was already standing in front of the door and squeezed the bell many times. Bagas was still in his place. But he vaguely heard Risah rebuked by her neighbor, who else, ma'am salmah was the one.

"Neng why do you come to people's houses night and night? The man is sleeping."

"I want to go to my husband, it's not wrong mom."

He said without thinking about shame.

Ms. Salmah noticed Risah, and she immediately recognized her face.

So this was the woman at the time? Husband? Then they're married? Bod*h once you Bagas.

"Oh so."

"Did I see Bagas at home not mom?"

"I don't know, you're his wife, why ask me."

Walking into his house, regardless of Risah who was staring at him with a whiff.

The bagas who heard laughed at Risah without a sound.

Just know yes, if bu salmah is the temperature, do not know how sharper his mouth, Inner.

Unsatisfied with pressing the bell, Risah shouted.

"Bag!!! You're inside, right?" Banging on the door of the house with a bang.

Bagas who feel uncomfortable and would be embarrassed if until the other neighbors see, immediately open the door.

"What's wrong?" Ketus.

"Mas, let me in. I want to talk to you."

"We'll just talk here."

"Mas, please. Don't sue me, just divorce me, please. Yes, I admit that this child is not your child. Mas, I'm scared in jail."

"Fear of prison? But you're not afraid of who created you."

Still perched in front of the door, like being a barrier for Risah to enter his house.

"Mas, I'll do whatever you want to cancel all your intentions."

"really?" Bagas smiled with pleasure. And of course Risah felt that this was an opportunity for him.

"Yes, say it."

"Give me back my family."

"How are you doing?"

"The way is just one, I need you and only then will Diana come back with me."

The words of Bagas were so severe for Risah, that she ran out of words to beg.

"But mas."

"Risah listen, I know the time with you I also enjoy, I realize that. But I've borne all my faults, so it's time for you to also bear your faults. Why aren't you honest from the first time? If that's not my son. Now it's your turn to bear all your faults, why don't you accept them? Will not all evil deeds remain in karma? Try negotiating with God, can you?"

The Rishah could no longer rebel. Everything is true, every action has consequences.

"Now go. Pray that the punishment you will undergo is not too heavy. Try to bring everything to God. Don't ever beg me again, and come to me. Because from this moment on, this very second, you tell me about the talaq!!"

"Mass?" Immediately closed the door of his house tightly and returned to the room to continue his disturbed sleep. Without caring about Risah outside, she would definitely leave by herself, he thought.

Seriate..

Author's message: Be a good wife hehe