Cracks of Love
Distrusting

When I was worried because my husband refused to accept this child, I wanted to tell someone. Telling my parents, it was impossible for me to do it because it was the same way I bore their burdens. If I can survive, if I can't, then I'll leave.

The only person who knows my condition is Ms. Sinta. Ms. Sinta is not only my husband's coworker, she is also my neighbor. Even though our house is quite a distance 10 houses from my house. I made a cake so that I had a reason to visit Ms. Sinta's house.

Tok tok tok tok

I knocked on the door of Ms. Sinta's house.

"Assalamu'alaikum," said one.

"Getishalight." A child opens the door for me, she is Sisi Sita's only child.

"Beautiful boy, is your mother there?" ask the Sisi.

"Oh Mama Cia, come in Mama Cia. I called Mom first yeah," Sisi said.

Not long Miss Sintapun out.

"Bu Kaila, let's sit down" said Ms. Sinta.

"Mom, this is just me making a cake, a fad," I said, while giving a package of cakes.

"Well, Miss Kaila bothered a lot" said Ms. Sinta.

"This is Ms. Sinta, my goal is to come to Mother's house. I want to confide," I said.

"Yes Bu Kaila, it just so happens that my husband is out again. Tell Mom, hopefully after Mother Kaila the heart story will be reduced burden," said Bu Sinta.

"Hmm..I'm pregnant again Mom," I said.

"Alhamdulilah, the sustenance of Ma'am. I want to add God has not allowed," said Ms. Sinta, enthusiastic.

"The problem is my husband does not want to admit this child, does not want to take care of this child Mom," I said, telling BU Sinta.

"Astagfirullah, Mr. Rangga is outrageous once, Ma'am Sinta said furious to Rangga.

"I don't think Mom, my husband doesn't want to take care of his flesh and blood" I said.

"Male has no feelings, make him want after being dumped. What kind of man is Mr. Rangga. Why didn't Miss Kaila just report their affair?" Ask Sinta.

"I'm afraid if I report, the heavy penalty is dismissal. If my husband doesn't work, what will my son pay for?" my many.

"Indeed Mr. Rangga will fund his children, who are still in the womb only mother he does not care. I also noticed that Mr. Rangga did not think about the child, Mom," said Ms. Sinta.

"My husband was like he had a pellet, so whatever Ms. Sukma said, he did" I said.

"Mum's many prayers, may God protect Mother and Children. Better to go home to Mom's parents. Mother's stomach is getting bigger and bigger, if with parents, there will be people who pay attention to Mom," suggested Ms. Sinta.

"I'm afraid to be a burden Ma'am, Abah I'm just an Ice Kemong merchant. I know my son is 3" I said.

"Better Mom than Mom to be tormented like that. Her mother's education is S1. Public universities again, you can find work. I'm still young." advised Ms. Sinta.

"Well, I was most afraid to be a teacher, because my massage is S.Pd," I said.

"Alhamdulilah Ma'am, I can find a private school whose salary is good. Then you can also sell food online for example to add-ups. But only men are not responsible. Why defend a husband like that. Keep eating your heart, ma'am. We as women must be strong, ma'am," said Bu Sinta excitedly.

"Thank you ma'am, it feels like my feelings are calmer now. Then I'll go home first Mom," I said.

"Don't hesitate Miss Kaila, if you want to confide in me. My door was always open to my mother. If there is anything contact me well Mom," said Bu Sinta.

I just nodded my head.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said my greeting.

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

After conversing with Ms. Sinta, my feelings were a little lighter. But that doesn't mean what's on my mind is diminished. Sure didn't. I told Ms. Sinta to let go of my heart's gerrymandering.

The problem is not as easy as what is said because I feel it myself. I experienced it myself, for how my husband treated me like anyone else. My husband is not my husband now.

I rubbed my stomach which looked a little. Even though I was 4 months pregnant, my stomach did not look pregnant.

"Son, your father doesn't want you. But really dear Mamah you, we fought together well. Help Mom to get pregnant easily. Because in Bandung this Mamah no one cares. Your father doesn't acknowledge you, let well son, there's a Mom who will always accompany you." I always communicate with the baby in my womb. So that he can learn my touch.

I'm out of the house, just on the porch. Bandung is actually very cool, the air still feels fresh because there are still many trees. Because of my hot household situation, I did not feel the cool air of Bandung. As I am currently standing on the terrace shocked by the indecent scene from the house of Bu Sukma.

I heard a sigh inside Bu Sukma's house, I tried to get closer. Surprised that I heard my husband's voice, they were having intercourse? they dare in the afternoon. They both seem to be enjoying themselves inside. I'm not strong for this one. I banged at Bu Sukma's door, but they didn't care.

"Bu Sukma, come out you. I know my husband is inside, Bu Sukma," I shouted calling out the name of Bu Sukma.

They didn't come out either, they didn't care about me. I look around the house, ah it's so quiet this official house. If many residents will catch them let them in the wine.

Those if it is a holiday almost all go for sightseeing with their families. Furious I was, I tried to knock back the door Bu Sukma.

"Bu Sukma came out, I knew my husband was inside" I shouted.

After 30 minutes Bu Sukma opened the door.

"What the hell are you, gedor-gedor people's houses. Stress pregnant women do not care about her husband" said Ketus Bu Sukma.

"My husband is inside, right? you guys are doing dirty!" say emotion.

"Whatareyou? a halu? your husband is in my house. I'm sleeping, you're bothering. Realize not to disturb people's rest?" Bu Sukma shouted at me.

I directly broke into the house of Bu Sukma. I searched every room, I searched every corner. I didn't find my husband inside Bu Sukma's house.

"Nothing, are you satisfied? recriminate people. Interrupt people's rest. Come home don't make trouble at people's houses." Ms. Sukma pushed my body to get me out of her house.

'Was my hearing wrong? am I halu?' batin asked.

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