A WIFE'S TEARS BEHIND A CLOWN COSTUME
Eavesdropping

I gave Arif a heat-lowering drug, he complied without refuting, because my son is a well-understood and obedient child. After a few minutes of taking the medicine, Arif closed his eyes again. My son was asleep, I then covered half his body, rubbed his head with affection, hoping that tomorrow he would wake up with a cheerful smile because the heat was no longer on him.

Finished taking care of Arif, I'm back again. I'll make coffee for Mas Setya. As I passed my husband's body, I saw he was busy with his flat object.

I cooked a little water, just a little bit to make a cup of coffee. Then once it was boiling, I poured it into a glass glass that had coffee powder and a little sugar in it. I stirred for a while until evenly after that I brought it to the front, in front of Mas Setya.

''This, Mas, '' said I as I put down the glass that was billowing smoke.

''Thank you.'' The reply was short. He put his flat object in his pocket, and then he started talking.

We sat facing each other, about a meter away, we were like two strangers. Between us I think there is an invisible distance that separates, which was deliberately created by Mas Setya.

''Fa, this.'' Setya spoke while putting some red money in front of me.

''What is this?'' I was surprised by my narrowed eyes. Where did Mas Setya get this much money. I estimate the red money is about ten pieces.

''Here's the money for you and Arif.wear it to meet your needs. He has been getting a new job for a few days by becoming a driver in a wealthy family. So Mas did not go home, some nights Mas stayed there.'' explained Mas Setya looks earnest.

''Really? You're not lying, are you?'' my search.

''What do you mean? You suspect your husband is doing something out there?'' his tone rose by an octave. In addition to no longer care, Mas Setya is also very easy emotion.

''Ah no! I'm just asking. Take it easy dong.'' my murmur.

''Yes, take this money and keep it.'' he said, his eyes rarely look at me. It seemed like he was lazy to see his wife who was no longer this beautiful.

''Alright. Then I want to sleep first.''I took the money lying on the floor and kept it under the folds of cloth in the closet.

I lay beside my son's tiny body, and then I tried to close my eyes. Hoping to dive into a dream, then forget the shadows about the events in the city park earlier even if only for a moment. The shadows that kept making my chest feel endless pain.

I heard the sound of footsteps approaching, ''Mas will sleep outside.'' he said. He took a pillow and a blanket.

''Yes.'' I replied briefly.

After that, his steps were heard moving away again. Mas Setya prefers to sleep in the living room on a thin mat instead of sleeping with me his wife and his own son. I was hoping she would caress and hug her son affectionately. But, the truth was that he did not care at all and did not miss Arif.

I chose silence not to ask about what I saw in the city park earlier not because I was stupid, I just wanted to see how far Mas Setya lied to me. My husband has really changed. I don't seem to recognize her anymore. It turns out that not a husband who is a lot of money can only cheat, the proof is, my husband whose income is mediocre can also be double. Bringing another woman into our marriage.

***

It was only a moment when my eyes closed, that I suddenly felt like urinating. I got out of bed, I walked slowly to the bathroom next to the kitchen, when I passed the living room I did not find Mas Setya there. There are only blankets and pillows lying down.

I walked slowly, the living room lights were turned off by Mas Setya. The living room is dimly lit, only a little light from the outside illuminates.

When I reached the boundary between the living room and the kitchen, I heard the sound of someone speaking softly. I sharpened my hearing trying to eavesdrop.

''Why don't you come back here?'' the voice of that woman I can hear.

''As she was afraid that Hanifa would be suspicious, so Mas stayed here for tonight only.''

''Mas did not say anything 'is the same poor woman?''

''No, lah! I slept outside. While he's in the room. You take it easy, honey, I won't be tempted. Your body is much nicer, seductive and beautiful than her.'' Mas Setya chuckled slightly after saying that.

''Ah, I can do it. The feeling of kangen me so added added more with you. Want a hug ...'' Disgusted, I was so disgusted to hear that woman's words.

''Patience yes.''

''Always.''

''How's maca? Is he fussy?''

''It's clearly fussy. He was crying out for you. Caca is very dear to you, Mom. He thinks of you like his own real Papa.''

''Same. I also looked at Caca like my own son. He misses her very much now too.''

''So early in the morning you come here. L waited. I'm afraid Caca is hysterical again nyariin you.'' the woman spoke in a spoiled tone.

''Yes, Honey''

''Has the poor woman slept?''

''Likely so. If he hasn't slept yet, Mas might dare to talk to you.''

''Why not divorce her anyway. It could be just a pain.''

''It's not time yet, dear. Poor him. Could-could he starve to death if Mas did not love him money.'' again Mas Setya chuckled small at the end of the sentence.

I slowly distanced my body from where I was eavesdropping. I'm not strong anymore, my whole joints feel weak. My heart feels really sick. The urge to urinate instantly evaporated from hearing the painful chatter between Mas Setya and his mistress.

Once Mas Setya talked about me, dropping my pride in front of other women.

I laid my body down next to Arif. Tears suddenly escaped from the net. I tried hard and didn't care. But still the feeling of being betrayed by someone we trust is very painful.

I wouldn't starve to death without you! Turns out you've been very out of bounds in talking about me behind my back. Just wait, I'll prove that I can stand on my own feet.

Seriate.

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