Cracks of Love
Lipstick on My Husband's Shirt

My husband has been playing crazy behind my back with his boss, heartbroken this, the vows he uttered are smeared already. I did not expect the couple who destroyed my household was a mother, yes the mother was my good neighbor all this time, very good, sweet but from her good attitude there was a veiled intention. 

This is my story 

My name is Kaila, I'm a mother of 3, I'm just a housewife. Ever since I got married, I decided not to work so that I would have free time for my children. My kids need attention because they're 7 years old Cia, 5 years old Caca and 3 years old Adam.

Every day I talk to my three children. I am so thankful to have such an adorable child. How do I deny my gratitude? God sent 2 girls and 1 boy, complete right? they're very cute kids, without them the house wouldn't be crowded every day.

Moreover, my husband is a PNS in the education department, how proud I am of my husband. I accompanied him from zero, early married he was no one whose highest position was only as my beloved husband. Now he has become a PNS and continue his education to get a master's degree in education, so that his position increases.

My husband used to be my college friend, we attended one of the campuses in Jakarta. 

“Mamah, I'm out of town for 2 weeks yeah. If you want to play to your parents' house please,” said my husband.

“Yes Dad, maybe 2 weeks ago I visited both my parents with the children, I have not been there for a long time,” I replied.

My husband said goodbye to me, indeed I am used to being left behind by my husband on duty out of town. I don't suspect my husband either. Because I always thought positively, my husband slammed his bones for our little family.

Since my husband was appointed PNS, I moved to Bandung. In Bandung provided official house. Bandung air is very cool in contrast to the hustle and bustle of the border city with West Jakarta where I come from.

After my husband left, I also invited my three children to visit my parents' house in Tangerang. How excited they were to meet their grandparents. Especially at the home of grandparents there is ice cream, they are very comfortable when served ice cream. What kid doesn't like ice cream.

“Assalamu'alaikum.” I say hi.

“Wa'alaikumsalam, oh Kaila has arrived?” Bundaku.

“Iya Mommy, I leave in the morning so until here in the afternoon Bun, to arrive here not at night, kasian children if until night.”

“Grandmother..grandfather..” Screeches my children who feel happy to meet his grandparents, they hug Mother and Abahku tightly.

Usually I will go home the day before my husband gets home or my husband will come to my parents' house and then we go home together to Bandung.

Two days I've been on the tangerang, my husband hasn't sent me a message through a short message. My kids ask me. 

“Mah, dad didn't wa Mamah? Brother miss father, want to ask for souvenirs to return home,” he said with teary eyes.

“Hmm dad busy time brother, Mom try to send wa to Dad well.”

I sent a short message to my husband's number. Because my first son asked his father.

[“Assalamu'alaikum Daddy, kangen kids Daddy. If there is a loose time tidakin well Dad..we video call.”].

I told my first child, “Let's video call after dad reply wa Mamah.”

My son nods his head in a sign that he understands his father's busyness. I am waiting for a reply from my husband. Until the curfew when my children slept my husband had not returned.

I slept with my three children. The simple sound of dawn woke me up, I opened my eyes, the clock was 4:35. Taking the flat object of my loyal friend, I rubbed it but my eyes did not see a short message from my husband.

“Why don't you reply to my short message dad, just read it," murmured my heart.

After finishing the morning prayers, I woke up my three children to perform the dawn prayers. I educate them with religion.

“Mamah, I didn't wake up last night. Dad video call right?” said Cia.

My first son asked about his father, who until now my husband had not replied to my short message. I just gave a smile to my son and comforted his heart.

“Sister, dad is again looking for money for us. I haven't replied to Mamah's message last night. Maybe this morning, brother, be patient. I'm only 2 weeks away,” I said.

I hugged my first child, patting her on the back.

“Sabar yah sis, dad must be video call kok,” refer me to my son.

I checked my phone, I saw my husband. I saw the clock when he was online turned out 3 minutes ago he was online. I tried calling my husband. Dedd..dedd. Just a notification call.

At 7am my flat thing went off. I took it and opened it, how happy I was to have my husband call.

Rangga \= [“Assalamu'alaikum.”]

Rangga \=[“Sorry, I have been busy since 3 days, have to monitor the schools. Mah, please call Cia I want to talk to her.”]

I called my son Cia, his face looked so happy when his father called back. My son told me about a lot of things he's been through since living with grandparents.

Kaila \=[“Dad go home directly or pick up here later, so go home together,"] ask me behind the phone.

When I was still calling, I vaguely heard a female voice with a spoiled tone.

“Honey, want to eat this?” the woman I heard when I called my husband.

Kaila \= ["Dad That's whose voice?”], I asked behind the phone.

Rangga \= ["Oh that's my friend, her husband came here. I'll pick him up later, so we'll go to Bandung together. It's a long time ago well, Assalamu'alaikum."]

Kaila \= ["Dad..dad. Wa'alaikumsalam.”]

My husband hung up the phone in a hurry like there was something he was doing. 

'The voice of the woman is like I know her, if her husband follows why when calling dear her voice is very close like calling father, ' my mind says.

💔💔💔

2 Weeks passed, I waited for my husband to pick me up and the children at my parents' second home. Smiles rose up on my children's faces as they ran and hugged their new father until he was born.

“Dad...” Shouts of children running towards his father's body.

“Your parents, have not eaten yet? I brought food, "my husband said.

I smiled at the sight that was so sweet to my eyesight. I smile in my husband's eyes, I take his hand and I kiss his back.

“Assalamu'alaikum.” Her speech.

“Wa'alaikumsalam Father.” I replied.

Today my husband is different, he used to kiss my forehead but right now my husband doesn't do it. I was thinking positively, maybe my husband was tired just up from his duty outside the city.

I brought her bag inside and made some warm tea for my husband. For today my husband will spend the night at my parents' house. In the morning we will return to Bandung.

I immediately washed my husband's dirty clothes so that when tomorrow home his clothes were dry. I saw a lipstick on my husband's shirt. I was thinking hard why would this lipstick be on my husband's shirt? The shoulder part of his shirt.

'Whose lipstick is this? whose lips are these?' my question is in my heart.

my mind became mixed up, what my husband did during his time in charge. Is he beating me up? I can't think clearly the more thought out, the more heart these questions come up.

My husband has a dream woman? mistress wife? it's funny that this tongue when I want to ask my husband, let alone this is still in my parents' second home. I was afraid my parents were thinking of me. I'll ask my husband when we get to Bandung. Despite this sense of heart, there is something of pressure to ask.

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