Who is My Real Husband?
23
"What the fuck are you, Dave?! You shouldn't have gone that far. You are too presumptuous to take what is hidden!" Mr. Surya took the photo again and threw it out of the room through the window.
The printed nervousness and panic clearly made Rinjani and her mother even more suspicious.
Ms. Niken who was originally still agape because of a photo that was clearly plastered photos of her husband and a pregnant woman with a bright smile made her chest rumble instantly.
"Why shut up? Explain, explain what you're hiding from me, Dad! Who was the same woman you were? You have another woman in our household? You have a son from him?"
"What are you talking about, Mom? It's just a photo, it can be edited. Taken to the photographer, edited on HP also can be a photo like that."
"If you believe it's an edit, why hide it?"
Speech from Dave breaks defense from Mr. Surya. In silence the man clenched his palms tightly.
"You better shut up! Don't interfere, why are you so presumptuous? You're acting out of bounds, Dave!" The cornered Mr. Surya let out his angry horns. With a face full of wrath, he showed his index finger right in front of his daughter-in-law's face.
Dave's face is now shown by his father-in-law. The same face as decades ago, years and days in which he was orphaned and without any relatives.
Dave who used to be very frightened by the face of anger that Mr. Surya showed. And since then he has been traumatized by the frightening faces of anger shown by those around him. But not for now, the face he used to fear now he shows every day.
"I'm just asking, Dad. Besides, my question won't come up if Dad's answer doesn't make me and the others suspect something. Mother and Rinjani must have asked the same thing. Well, we should be open, maybe this has something to do with the terror that we have been receiving. All the possibilities can happen."
Mr. Surya just swallowed his saliva roughly. He did think that way ever since the caller of terror said that he was with his other son. He had two children from two different women.
"Why silence, Dad? Let's explain! Who was that woman?" urge Miss Niken.
"That's Dad's brother, Mom. You don't follow Dave who's messing around."
"Dad, Mas Dave asked and conveyed his assumption, which he said was true. All the possibilities can happen let alone we have not found a bright spot who is the successor to our family."
Mr. Surya is getting cornered, he can not dodge or issue a sentence that can at least end this debate. Sentence after sentence he issued even more cornered himself.
The man who already had a bit of white hair looked at his teary wife. He had yet to explain anything, but the look on the face of sadness and the look of disappointed eyes seemed to slap his cheek.
"Mom, you trust me, right? I didn't know about the photo. I don't understand who did this? It's slander, who did this would just want to destroy our family, ma'am. You know me, you know how I'm out there? How could I possibly have another woman in my life?"
"You can't add to this situation Dave!" Mr. Surya raised his index finger once again. The man was the first to dare to raise his hand in front of Dave.
The man who played the role of son-in-law shone sharp eyes. He seemed to have forgotten where he was. The eyes that he used to show only in front of the eyes of certain people can now be seen by his wife's family.
The two men who were struggling became a spectacle of the two women who were still shocked by the circumstances.
"Father itself adds runyam. The terror that all the family members here get, is not far from Dad. That means it's a troubled father."
Clunting.
A message notification from Rinjani's phone read. He opened the message and several photos in a row he got. He downloaded one by one and his forehead immediately folded. Like old school photos in black and white print and there are colored, of the many photos he received essentially the same. The photo togetherness of the father and a woman who are the same as in the big photo with a beautiful frame.
Ms. Niken approached Rinjani as her son displayed an unusual face and occasionally glanced at Mr. Surya. As soon as he saw the screen in his son's hand, Ms. Niken took the girl's phone without warning. He scrolled the flat screen of his son with a surprised face.
Dave turned his face to hide a smile. He knew what message Rinjani received without having to look at it. However, in order not to arouse suspicion, he pretended to be curious about what his wife and mother-in-law saw.
"What is this, Dad?! You said there's no woman in your life besides me. You denied the photo with your convoluted words, you convinced me to believe in you. I almost came back to trust you before I saw this. This what? This woman and that same woman. You betrayed me long ago? You see this! From this picture it's obvious you're destroying my trust." Ms. Niken roared with anger while throwing Rinjani's phone right in front of her husband's face.
Mr. Surya chose to shut up and pick up the phone rather than calm his crying wife by sitting on the floor in the arms of the child.
Mr. Surya tried to dial the number that sent his picture with Ms. Arum in the past. Unfortunately, the number is no longer active.
"Why? Can't you call his number? Do you prefer to curse people who show your past than to calm you down? I did not expect, the man I made a role model turned out to hurt his own wife," cried Rinjani did not accept.
"Look...."
"That's enough! Take me to Rinjani, I don't want to be here. Take Mom anywhere."
"Mother, don't be. I'll explain how this happened."
"WHAT DO YOU WANT TO EXPLAIN? FOOLS ALSO KNOW THAT YOU CHEATED ME. I'M NOT BLIND, I CAN SEE ALL THOSE PHOTOS. LOOK AT THE WAY YOU TREAT THAT WOMAN! YOU SEE, THE WAY YOU TREAT HIM THE SAME WAY YOU TREAT ME. WANT TO EXPLAIN WHAT?! YOU'VE EVEN SLEPT WITH HIM!"
Ms. Niken spoke with tears as well as emotions that overflowed and exploded to the surface. No human being is not hurt if he has been deceived decades by his own partner. His chest felt tight, plus he shouted loudly making him difficult to breathe and eventually all became dark.
