Cracks of Love
Blow My Husband

The next morning I said goodbye to my mother and brother. My children are seen, 2 weeks of living in the home of grandparents makes them feel very lost because these 2 weeks they are very close.

"Mother, I'm saying goodbye. Pray for me Bun, "that sentence I said when I left my parents' house.

"Insha Allah, Mother and Abah will always pray for you." The warm kiss of my bundle made my heart unwilling to step back to Bandung, for I did not know when I would visit them again. Because my husband always works out of town. 

Now that I was in the car, Cia and Caca were sitting in the back seat. While Adam was on my lap, I occasionally glanced at my husband. I was going to ask you about the lipstick on my husband's shirt. I ignored my intentions because I didn't want my children to listen to this and my husband was driving in fear that his concentration would be disturbed.

Around 3 pm we arrived in Bandung, my husband's official house. I put my third son Adam in bed because he fell asleep on the way home, and Cia and Caca also looked tired, they went up to bed with Adam.

"Dad, I want to ask" I said.

"Ask what?" said husband.

"Then I washed your clothes, there was lipstick. Who's that belong to? There's no way that lipstick could just exist. To be honest with me, who's the woman you're with?" my many.

"What the hell are you, tired of asking questions that don't." My husband is angry with me.

"I'm not saying that no, lipstick can stick on your shirt, it means someone hugs you. No way a guy wears lipstick and then hugs your clothes. That lipstick must have belonged to a woman's lips" I said with some emotion.

"Ah.ngaco you, don't talk carelessly or your mouth I slap." He yelled at me in a high voice full of emotion made my son Adam wake up and cry. I carry my son without feeling these tears come out of my eyelids. I asked nicely but he yelled at me.

From that incident, I felt my husband had changed. I often yell at you because I only make small mistakes. 

Tok tok tok sounds door on tap

I opened the door because someone came to my house, it turned out that my husband's boss came to his house next to ours. In other words, he is my neighbor. He was very good because he often gave food to my family, when he cooked for sure he came to my house to just share his cooking with my family.

"I was cooking, afraid I wouldn't run out. Mumbazir if wasted," said Bu Sukma.

"Bu Sukma bothers. Thank you, ma'am," I said.

"Yes together, eaten while still warm," said Bu Sukma.

Bu Sukma lives alone, her husband is in Sumedang. She comes home once a month, otherwise her husband will visit Bandung just to let go of longing. I have great respect for Ms. Sukma, because she is much older than me. Since childhood my parents taught me to be polite to people older than me. 

I put the vegetables given by Bu Sukma in the kitchen and I heard the voice of Bu Sukma greeting my husband.

“Eh Mr Rangga, out of where?” ask Bu Sukma.

“Former out for a while Mom, there is a need for Bu?”  replied husband.

“Ah no, I just brought vegetable sir, cooked a lot earlier than not finished mumbazir so I bring half of it to the family Mr,” said Bu Sukma.

“Thank you very much Ma'am,” said my husband.

I walked towards the entrance, they were still talking, after my husband saw me, he went straight inside the house. I don't know what they're talking about.

My husband's gaze was still the same, like intimidating me. A sharp look full of anger. I'm trying to melt the mood.

“Dad to eat?” ask my husband.

“hmm" she only answered me briefly but I fully understand the answer.

I prepared a side dish that I did not forget I gave the vegetables given by Bu Sukma, my husband ate so voraciously, especially the Sukma ma'am cooking that he spent.

“The kids are asleep?” ask husband.

“Already, they look tired. So they're in bed three,” I replied.

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I try to be a good wife, to carry out my duties as a wife. Caring for 3 children at home with my own hands without brothers, without parents in Bandung. 

I often hear from my husband's office friends about my husband's behavior with Sukma's mom. Plus there was a lipstick on my husband's shirt yesterday making my mind even more chaotic. My husband has been playing crazy behind my back?

They began to close since continuing their education for masters (S2) in the same university. Go home and go to college they leave together. Moreover, Sukma's mother lives alone without her husband and children in Bandung. Maybe he is lonely caress from an adult man or maybe he needs warmth from a man, or maybe he needs a hug in his sleep. Why was my husband chosen? Their age is far, fit to be aunty and nephew.

My initial impression was that Ms. Sukma was a good woman, often giving food to my family. I respect him because he is older than me. Really I never thought that she was a casting lady. You know what the actor stands for? The actor (the male usurper).

“Bu Kaila...” Someone called me from a distance, I didn't know him but he ran up to me and I just realized he was my husband's office friend.

“Iya Bu Sinta, what's wrong?” he seemed to be bored from running up to me and he took a breath to replenish the oxygen in his chest.

“Bu sorry, Strong Mother well. if later Mom heard something about Bu Kaila's husband,” said Bu Sinta.

“Loh what's wrong with my husband Bu?” ask me to Miss Sinta.

“Sorry Mom..Sorry once again, not that I gossip about Mom's husband, but I see for myself. Last morning my husband went to college and left in a car Bu Sukma?” ask Ms. Sinta.

“Iya, commute if you go to college with Bu Sukma, because he said 1 campus,” I replied.

“I saw Mom's husband sitting next to Bu Sukma, they look friendly. Bu Sukma stroked Pak Rangga's cheeks. Like a couple of lovers, Mom. I don't feel good talking to Miss Kaila. But I can not pendam this, something what I saw, continued the incident should not be done them,” said Bu Sinta

Deg

My heart stopped beating, my body temperature felt cold for a moment, why? wh why? I have been married 8 years to him. I've known my husband since we were in college, 1 college, 1 class, he was a nice guy when I first got to know him. Why did he change?

I entered my house with a raging feeling in my heart. 

"I'm sorry Mom, I'm sorry I told Mom, '" said Ms. Sinta.

"Yes Miss Sinta, thank you." I forced a smile on my lips, but this heart hurt.

“Mother...what should I do?” I remember my mother, it was before I got married that my mother hugged me when I was in trouble. My mother always said, ‘it's okay, you can get through this. You're a strong daughter.’ Ah mother I miss your caress at this time.

I saw my three sleeping children, peace they saw with their eyes closed sleeping asleep. I can't stand this sadness by crying while looking at the faces of my three children.

Seriate.

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