Behind my In-laws silence
Chapter 265
"Mama, ita nau to nana?" asked the two-year-old, a little unclear. But no matter what the language of the child, the mother still understands.
Cika rubbed the child's short hair slowly, slowly explaining what had happened, even though the child did not understand." Honey, we're going to see Papah. There's a little problem! "
The jolly little boy laughed happily," hore ita all papah agi."
The look of the face displays happiness, he does not know if the papah goes into prison, and if Afdal gets sentenced to a prison cell, most likely the child named Khaira will be sad.
"Mama, how about a cry?" ask the little boy with the look on his face. Cika pinched both cheeks of the little boy and said.
"Your mother doesn't cry, she's just flickering!" cika's reply deliberately voiced her sadness, even though Cika's heart was actually so neat. Afdal was arrested at the police station. The young woman who married three years to Afdal is trying hard, now she takes her only child to take a taxi.
Though just heard the word happy to go to work, now. Heard the unpleasant word if Afdal goes into prison. What her husband has done.
Clothes that always covered the curves of the body and hijab covered the hair and neck, now Cika began to stop the taxi car.
Khaira was still in confusion, just silent and sitting while looking at the scenery.
Only half an hour to get to the police station, "Khaira, don't fuss over there. If you meet with papah" Cika tried to advise her son.
Because Khaira if met with Afdal is always spoiled and crying, a man with a burly brown skin that always gives comfort to his son, whatever Cika wants always followed, especially Khaira.
Afdal is like a perfect husband and father, for Cika and also Khaira, almost like there is no shortage in the slightest. Always understand the wife, and be patient with all the problems and commotion that occur.
But why until Cika heard the news that Afdal was in the police station because of one problem, what Afdal actually did. Cika's thoughts continued to drift over, trying to think about her husband's shortcomings.
Khaira approached, leaning on the mother's shoulder," what a wretched thing tati mama, 'file mama nagis." Khaira's words although a little sound less eloquent, but still make the mother smile happily.
In sadness there is a baby who treats the wound, gently rubbing the head and peeling Khiara's forehead makes the child look calm.
After arriving at the police station, Cika walked while guiding Khaira so as not to be separated from the supervision of his eyes.
"Khira, do you remember mom's message?" Cika asked, where the two-year-old was nodding his head, a sign he understood.
Entering the police station, seen. Both pairs are being interrogated. Questions such as will continue in the courtroom.
"Mas Afdal."
The mature brown leathery man looked at the person calling himself, both eyes looking glassy.
Afdal with his handcuffed hands made him unable to hug his wife.
"Well, what have you done until your hands are in handcuffs like this?" cika's question made Afdal bow his face, look remorseful face flashed from the corner of the eyes of a husband.
From the seat were two pairs of gazing eyes filled with deep disappointment and sadness. Crumpled and heartbroken by a woman named Marimar, tears began to come out continuously hitting the cheeks.
Marimar was deliberately silent, listening to their happiness talk, which all seemed unfair.
Marimar gave up her children to sell, to be able to support the needs and desires of her husband. But what Afdal did was sad, she was like a foolish woman.
Looked at him, reflecting. Indeed, the woman who became Afdal's second wife looks so sholeh, certainly makes Marimar ashamed.
Marimar asked the police for permission to approach her husband and her husband's second wife, of course the police gave Marimar a chance to chat with them both.
"Mas Afdal?"
The woman with the clothes less material was standing, in front of the two new people he knew was married and had a small child.
Afdal looked at Marimar hatefully, to where if he asked her, "who are you?"
Marimar smiled slightly as her husband's second wife asked, "why are you even asking me? Just ask your husband who am I?"
Cika almost thought negatively, she looked towards Afdal with a face already soaked by tears." Who is he, pah? Was he your affair until you were in this precinct?"
Misunderstandings began to occur, Cika considered her husband had cheated. The woman in sexy clothes was her first wife.
"You don't get me wrong, I've never cheated!" afdal replied, hoping that his second wife would not misunderstand him again.
"Keep him who?Let's say pah, who is he?" cika asked with a wet face full of tears.
"He .... " It seems that Afdal was very hesitant to reveal the truth about who the woman who was there was.
Marimar, closing both hands, said, "I am his wife."
Cika rounded both eyes, her mouth succumbing in disbelief to what the slender-bodied woman said with her sexy clothes.
"Is that right, pah?" ask Cika back to her husband.
Doubt and fear surrounded Afdal's heart and mind. He held both of his wife's hands. Trying to explain to Cika not to be angry.
"Well, she's your second wife?"
Cika's question irritated Marimar to the point that her lips were itching, wanting to reveal everything.
Khaira the little boy, still clueless when he saw his mother crying, he just held his clothes and was silent occasionally staring at Marimar.
"You calm down, yes, I will explain" Afdal said in hopes that Cika would not cry again.
Marimar grew upset, in the end she ventured to her husband's words and answered Cika's question.
"As you know, I am the first wife of Mas Afdal, the second wife is you. You have taken my happiness with my husband. "
Cika heard what Marimar said, making her forehead wrinkle, yes staring at Afdal." Not that you told me that your first wife was dead, why now .... "
Marimar cut off the conversation of the woman who became her husband's second wife, "you mean? my husband married you by lying, if he's a widower in living dead so."
Marimar immediately said in essence, he did not want to convolve and make a debate at the police station, where the police would certainly be angry and disperse the chatter of the three of them.