Behind my In-laws silence
Chapter 69 About necklaces and watches
I saw Radit's face as if shocked by what I showed this kid. "Radite. Mom asked you, did you steal this stuff? "
Radit fell silent once in a while and broke his sweat from his forehead, with his right hand. Seemed very scared of my question.
Doing all this for my son's future, not wanting Radit to become a thief because of my negligence in educating him.
"Come on Radit, tell me the truth. Did you steal all this stuff? "
Still being calm doesn't want to see my son scared, "Son. If you are honest. Mama will not be angry, mamah promise you. "
"Radit will tell the truth, you're not mad at Radit."
I had expected that if Radit was afraid of my anger, then he chose to be quiet. I tried to get him to be honest.
It takes extra patience in educating children to be honest, "
I promise you I won't be angry if Radit is honest. "
His name is a child if you want to make him tell the truth there must be his behavior and his reason. Radit showed his little finger telling me to reach for his little finger with me, tying a promise so that no one would deny.
"Your friend, promise. "
I nodded my head and promised my second child. Wouldn't have solved it if Radit had been honest.
"Yes dear mamah promise. " I occasionally wipe his cheeks.
"Radit found this item from papah car, because papah often told Radit to whistle the car, the item was in the bottom seat of the car that may be difficult to reach by adults. "
I listened to the story that came out of my son's mouth, focusing. Radit found this stuff on Mas Raka's car. What because Mas Raka bought someone else's used car so there is an expensive object like this.
But why in the sorum yesterday, Mas Raka bought a used car collision?
"Then Radit wanted to love again to papah that stuff, because papah is always busy and there is no time with Radit. Radit forgot, and only Radit put it in his pants pocket. "
Gently rubbing my son's hair, this heart had thought if Radit stole someone else's property. But he's actually a good boy.
"It's nine o'clock by now, time for Radit to go to bed. "
Radit got up from his bed, he smiled and kissed my left and right cheeks as he spoke. " Good night, mama. "
Sweet boy, he always says that when he wants to sleep.
After Radit's departure, the phone rang. A number I don't know called.
"Whose number is this. "
I tried to ignore the new number that kept calling me, no matter what.
Putting my body on the bed, my son has been sleeping since.
Because curiosity made me find out through the photo that I kept on a medium-sized box found in my mother's house. Who's the taboo before I lost my memory it was Daniel's watch.
Breathing in, looking for evidence opens up the easy stuff. Especially when the memory just disappeared, making me have to try to uncover everything by relying on what I can.
In this medium-sized box, the diary is still stored neatly. And so is the photo. Slowly I began to see the past photo with Daniel, this man is really handsome, he inherited the face of Bu Sumyati who is indeed an old woman whose face is almost the same as a Turkish person.
I looked at the picture in Daniel's hand that probably used to wear a watch like the one Radit found in the car. And finally I found a picture of Daniel's hand that turns out to be wearing a branded watch like this.
It's just that the photo is not clear, probably because of the old photo. It looks a bit blurry. For necklaces, nothing. In the picture my neck doesn't wear a necklace like this.
Up where.
The voice of the mobile phone is heard making a tone sound whast aap message.
The new number again.
Because of curiosity, that's when I started seeing who's texting at nighttime. (Anna, is Radit there? Reply message. You were so arrogant you didn't pick up my phone call.)
Waw, what do you say I'm arrogant. Tell him who he's wearing the new number, obviously I didn't pick up. Basic men do not know themselves, have abandoned children say rude anyway.
(Anna, I just wanted to ask you. Is Radit with you?)
I ignored Mas Raka's message several times he sent me whats aap, but I let it. Because he said what I thought was disrespectful..
It used to be when applying, claiming to be a prospective husband so soft with the arrogance of having a higher education. And an office job, but in reality an unemployed.
Mas Raka seemed to take advantage of my powerlessness, and the loss of my consciousness in the past that time. If only my mother had not been sick, maybe my mother would have prevented me from marrying a liar like Mas Raka. He will tell me who my future husband really is.
Mas Raka was really smart in making a lie, looking for an opportunity in narrowness, coming at a time when everyone was grieving by proposing to me, until my sister who became my sister could not think with jerni because it was mixed with feelings of grief and heart was broken when my mother died.
I always remember his humiliation, after being with Ajeng. He was always good at reading me in English, which I learned and now I understand.
(Anna, don't be stupid you. I asked you where is Radit? oops I forgot's. Women like you won't understand my language.)
Shit, the foreign language is out again. Of course it makes me angry and disgusted.
Because of the heart that has felt the annoyance of his humiliation now I reply to a message from MY FORMER HUSBAND.
(City, ex-husband. How many times have you insulted me stupid, it's enough that you become a smart person. What I do know is that you are stupid. I don't know if I have been a victim of your stupidity all this time.) Don't forget I sent an emojik laughing to make him self-conscious.
(Don't be sassy, Anna. Once you can master English I will be surprised so.)
Mas Raka said he was embarrassed, just that his prestige was excessive. Haven't seen what I'm like now, all he sees and remembers now is my old stupidity when I married him. Make me like a babu and keep brainwashing me into a woman he can use my calm, and produce his offspring.
Trings. Mas Raka sent me a picture, making me want to avenge his humiliation.