Where My Husband Might Be Cheating

CHAPTER 52

"Do we have to go home now?"

Diana's question made Bagas turn his head when cleaning other tools.

"What do you want, baby?"

"Tomorrow in the morning, I feel so tired."

"Alright, then rest back, I want to go out for a while to take Alif around the village."

Diana felt awkward being close to her husband. To start a sweet moment he still thinks, it is true if we part with someone in a state of heartache, if met again there is a different taste even though the heart has forgiven.

Diana went back to sleep, today she just spent her time in bed. Alif asik himself with his father, anyway I also do not feel good at this time, let Alif be with his father first, he thought.

"Where are we going?"

"We buy fried foods, baby, at the stall there. That was grandma's friend."

His goal is to visit Mak Ros's house. Her mother's old friend.

"Alif is also often there the same mother."

"Why, baby?"

And Alif continued to babble non-stop until it did not feel like walking had arrived at the stall. This time the stalls are quiet, maybe the gossipers who are ready to print warm news again on sleeping at home.

"Assalamualaik."

Say polite Bagas.

"Moskalamic. What do you want to buy?" Bummer. "Loh Alif, you're the same mother, son?"

Look at Bagas carefully.

"The mother is sick." Answer Bagas and smile.

"Are you Alif's father?" A little hesitant to ask. Bagas also deliberately did not tell him who, let mak Ros judge for himself, still remember or not, he thought.

"Are you Bagas?" And researching more observantly.

Bagas laughed and took Alif down from the sling. Then I politely cross Mr. Ros's hand.

"Yes, I'm Bagas."

"Bagas ulcer? Why can it turn out like this, so handsome uy." Praise him honestly.

"Don't call it the mak ulcer."

"Oh Allah, how are you, son? Let's sit down, make your favorite cold sweet tea."

Bagas.

A warm conversation ensued, Bagas recounted that his mother was currently in a state of unwell, with shock mak Ros said "Inalillahi." And try to give kink to Bagas. With doubt, Mak Ros again asked, why is it that his wife and child can go to this village? Initially Bagas was reluctant to tell, because it was his disgrace. But after cradling it feels like nothing, all of you hear the input that will be given by older people.

"Why are you repeating what your parents did, son?"

"I'm khilaf mak. Yes, I have taught this. I promised myself to always put my household's integrity first."

"Good, after this life is better."

"Yes, mother."

"Oh yeah, Diana's sick what's gas?"

"Mak's habit, cravings."

"Well, is Diana pregnant? Oh, God, it's so messy he's been here without you."

It was almost Mak Ros was confused about Diana who was often with Rama.

"So then mommy, tomorrow morning we'll be back in town."

"Tomorrow? Just now that we've met, kid, Hem has to split up again. Mom misses your mom so much, if there's any time next Sunday Mak's going to town see your mom."

"Yes mak, yes I will send greetings from my mother. So to inget first mak."

"What?" Ask mak Ros curiously.

"Yes, my mother who said that in circumcision ulcers on my body will disappear, haha. But not in the love of the father of the same mother, because it is still too small."

"Oh my goodness, you remember the gas."

"You are still my mother."

Almost an hour long Bagas chatted with mak Ros. This warm state is coming to an end, there is a sad look on the face of Ms. Ros. Perhaps he pityed the fate of the Bagas family's life, especially with Diana.

And why is only Mak Ros a close friend of his mother? There are so many neighbors, why just him? Because mak Ros is a sincere person, does not like to gossip in the back. Always close the secret meetings of others, it is what becomes Ramini's mother familiar with him. Telling all his complaints when duakan by Bagas' father. And, knowing that Rama is the son of his father, only Mak Ros knows exactly how the story is.

"Gas, wait. Bring this to your mother."

"Is this mak?" Looking at the brown envelope, it was thin. What is his inner money.

"Let your mother open. Whether he will read in front of you or not, it is important that you do not have the right to open first. Remember, that's trust. And if your mother asks and is confused, you can immediately ask with mak ya."

"Yes, but this is not a letter? A letter from who?"

Still curious.

"Udah, you'll also know that your mother told you."

"alright. Excuse me, take care of your health. Let's greet Alif with grandma."

Alif also crucified the hand of mother Ros.

Bagas walked back home with plastic containing snacks and fried foods.

I wonder what this letter is?

That's what he's thinking right now.

"Dad, are we playing there?"

Point it towards the edge of the rice field that stretches, with a view that is entirely green.

"Yes later, baby. It's still hot, and Alif hasn't taken a nap."

"But I promise you, we'll play there when Alif wakes up. You see if the same om Rama Alif was invited to play there."

Rama again Rama.

Bagas was silent and did not answer.

"Dad?" Call her again when you get to the front of the house.

"Are you still angry with Rama? Not saying you should always forgive, like Alif forgive me earlier."

Degs..

Bagas was stung by the words of his own son.

My God, my wife did educate my son very well.

"Yes dear. I'm not angry anymore."

"Dad didn't lie, did he?"

Bagas just smiled and shook his head.

God willing, I will forgive, just like your mother who still wants to forgive me.

"Udah now try to wake up Mother Alif, say if you buy something, let me prepare it on the plate. Then Alif went to sleep."

"Yes dad."

Run to the room to wake her mother, according to her father's orders.

...***...

In this narrow alley, a man searched for an address, by asking every citizen he met.

"Thank you sir."

Say it after getting a clear address.

He walked through the house after house neatly arranged even in the alley though. Clean, looks comfortable. Behind this narrow alley turned out to be very wide inside, looking crowded. And there is one of the stalls that many buyers visit. That's the address of the destination right now.

"Excuse me, is this really Risah's house?"

Ask a straight man.

"Yes, who?" Answer mother.

"I am a messenger from Luna's mother's family. Husband of father Darma. Can I talk to him for a minute?"

His mother immediately flinched, clearly shocked. What's he looking for my son? His inner.

"What is there really need?" Still with a hard ask.

The man looked around, showing that this was not the right place to talk, because of the many pairs of eyes that had been looking at him with a curious look.

His mother regained consciousness and gave him permission to enter the house.

"Sit down, I'll call Risah."

Nodding and sitting on an old wooden chair belonging to his mother Risah.

"Do you want her mom?"

He was trembling in fear.

"Once, meet. I will return to the shop, because there are many buyers. If there's anything you're yelling."

Then they walked to the living room, where the figure of the man was waiting.

"Please talk, I'll stay."

Go leave Risah alone.

His appearance was like that of a bodyguard, only his face was not too sinister.

"Look, I am the son of Luna's mother's parents. And I'm here to pick you up, because there's something important that their families should talk to you about." He explained, making the heartbeat of Risah not careless.

"For what?" With a vibrating voice.

"Just come along, ladies, relax, they just want to talk, not kill you."

Jamb.

It feels worse even he said.

"When?"

"Now, ladies, please prepare. They've been waiting at the cafe in the area here."

The story has not moved just silently.

"I'll escort you back here in one piece. So be prepared now, their time is not much. It's not inappropriate to make someone else wait."

Ha's? What does his word mean.

"Ba, wait a minute."

Risah just took her bag, then put on a Hoodie jacket and a mask. Wearing his mask and covering his head with his jacket hat.

"Come on."

Say it and walk out.

Miss, Miss, it looks like you are too scared right now. Inner man it is.

"Mom, I'm out for a minute."

"Where are you going, son?" Her mother panicked, why they left, her mind.

"Excuse me."

Say the man without answering his question.

Where are they going, what if they do something to my son? What should I do now.

"Pok, here's the money, why daydream."

Tegur one of the buyers, who had been calling Risah's mother but not heard.

"Yes yes, thank you."

...***...

Here is a family gathering, in a cafe that relaxed atmosphere. A cafe on top of a fish pond, with a carpeted seat, a long table in front of it. And it looks luxurious.

"How long have they been." Said Luna who was already waiting for the presence of Risah.

"Wait a minute, baby. They'll come."

Old man calms.

Looking around looking for whereabouts in waiting has arrived or not. And before long appeared the two figures of people they were waiting for.

"Please, excuse me."

Said the man who delivered Risah before the Luna family, and just walked away.

Risah just stood around, looking at the situation around. He was really confused as to what to do.

Will I be in court and then insulted all out here, will it be like the events that often viral in social media? Oh my gosh, my legs are shaking, my boy. Help your mother deal with all this.

"Strick, why are you standing there? Sit here."

Tegur Luna was friendly.

Was this the initial play?

"I.iya mbak."

Nervous and walked with a smile, looked at one by one the people there and then nodded politely.

I never even acted like this to my family.

"You must be confused as to why you invited us to come here?" The question I asked Papa Luna.

There were four people present. Namely, Luna, her mother, her father and her papa assistant who at that time picked Luna up at her home.

Risah just nodded.

"We are a beautiful family." Hang sentences.

Right, I will definitely be insulted. I will definitely be in Katai as a poor actor.

"Don't conclude something you haven't heard."

Spontaneously Risah raised her face, and looked at the old man who spoke.

Is his father a psychic? He even knows what I'm saying.

At this time his mother Luna who really seems not to like Risah, it looks from the way she glances and sees Risah. The others were still staring accordingly.

"I know I was wrong, sir. So I also resigned to any punishment, and any demands from the aggrieved party." Finally Risah made a sound.

Back to regulate his breathing which from the start does not feel tight.

"Please, you answer my question honestly."

Nod again.

"Is that time, you were the first to flirt or did Darma want you?"

Rishah quickly answered.

"He was the one who bothered me, by luring in a sizable amount of money. And I wanted to, I refused, but I was tempted by the money."

"Well, I accept your reason." Looking towards Luna. "Then if it's this time, Darma will marry you with proof as his responsibility would you like to?"

"No." Quickly whizzing.

"Why? Isn't the child you're carrying the child with?"

"It is better that this child live without a father, and let me bear all my faults, by living in prison even though I will accept."

Suddenly Luna rounded her eyes.

"Resistant? Whatchu mean?"

"Don't you already know, when I say that the injured party will sue me."

Luna was silent, it was true that Risah had explained it.

"You're still a girl, you should still be a girl. But, you have already dared to destroy the household of others. Just because of money, you are willing to destroy the happiness of others. Didn't you think before."

Spicy words came out of Mama Luna's mouth.

Luna was silent, because it was true. And for what he defended Risah.

"If I don't think of my family image, it's over you I'm a Pond." Said without staring or glancing at Risah.

Risah swallowed her saliva. It feels like this situation really makes his mental shrink.

"But I also want to thank you, because you have dared to come to my son's house and dismantle everything. And that way we also know, baj**an seems inappropriate to be part of our family. It turns out that you are not the only victim, there are many. But only you dare to come and rebel."

She was shocked, so it wasn't just me? Then what is the fate of those who can not be held accountable at all from Darma? His inner.

"You need not be surprised, so far many of my spies have reported, but I only consider the wind then, my son's household is fine, my mind at that time, but I only consider the wind, but then I'm ready to pull Luna back and I'll make sure I don't come back with Darma."

Risah just looked down.

"Well, maybe that's all I want to say, here's a check for you, as my gratitude for successfully separating my son from baj** and as it seems. Live well after this. Think of it as a gift for your child."

Risah does not touch the check that has been placed on the table.

"Get Risah, though I am angry with you, but all has happened." Luna.

"Let's take it, don't you think it's just money and money." Back to his words.

"Ma." Luna warned.

"Sorry sir, ma'am, and I'm Luna. I can't take this check." Shifted back to Luna's father. "I'm sorry, excuse me." Stand up and leave with tears falling.

"Basar hypocrite, sok nolak. I need it, cih." Mama Luna is emotional.

"Let Luna chase pa, Luna wants to give this check to her."

Stand up and go back to chasing Risah.

"The story of waiting."

His shouting.

"Go ahead, don't refuse. It's for your son, even though I hate you right now, but that boy is innocent. You'll need it later."

Shut up and look at the check in Luna's hand that was thrust at him.

"Take it." Impatient with Risah, Luna pulled her hand and held the check in her hand.

"If one day we meet again, I hope you've lived much better than you are now."

Turn around and leave Risah who was sculpting while holding the check that Luna gave.

I hope that one day I will still be in this world. Rissy.

Remove her tears, and walk to return home.

Seriate..