Infidelity

Infidelity
13. Testing Honesty


Cal gasped at Marsha's words which made him very shocked.


"Why...? Are you scared? don't want to admit this kid is your son? You don't want to be responsible for me?"


Attack Marsha with consecutive questions.


"Marsha...! Is that really my son?"


"I'm just in touch with you. I've never had any contact with anyone even with my husband and you know that."


"But I can't divorce my wife. I love my family. I have a sweet daughter. I can't afford to leave them for the child you bear. I beg you to throw the child away Marsha! I'll cover the cost of her abortion."


Plakkkp...


"I've guessed, you're just using my body. You just want to get satisfaction from me. You don't seriously love me. You just want to have fun with me. You scumbag..!"


Marsha spends the money Cal pays for his groceries.


"Take your money and give it to your wife because I'm not a beggar."


Marsha said and climbed on the bike.


Cal just rubbed his face. He also regrets his actions which have added to Marsha's current burden.


"I'm sorry Marsha! I do love you. Being honest with you I feel very comfortable and very happy. But anyway, I can't leave my family even if my wife isn't as good and beautiful as you." Cal mumbled.


Marsha rode her motorcycle crying all the way. He realizes that his relationship with Cal is just a need not love.


"Lucky I wasn't pregnant by that bastard. I can't imagine if I'm really pregnant with her child, I don't know what to do in the middle of a household mess like this."


Marsha said as she wiped her tears.


As usual Marsha cooks lunch for her family to help her husband. Abhimanyu who is now unemployed at home often helps Marsha as much as possible.


Despite forgiving her husband, Marsha looks still stiff to rebuild warm communication with her husband.


Abhimanyu understood Marsha's feelings that he had hurt many times. Although his wife looks assertive in some ways, but the heart of Marsha easily melted in someone who is persecuted. That's what made Abhimanyu feel so proud of his wife.


"Are you okay Marsha..?"


"Yes. I'm fine Abi."


"You sure? But you look moody when you get home from the market."


"I hope you understand our situation Abi. If I'm moody, well that's natural. Don't you see our current condition?"


"Yes, I know, baby. I'd like you to get angry. But please forgive me.


"Did everything change with your apology?"


"I have to how to make amends to you, Marsha ?"


"Are you not a strong thinker? Why don't you learn to reflect on how our lives can rise again." Marsha's words motivated her husband.


"I can't think I don't have the capital to start Marsha's business again."


"You can sell things online. Or you could be an online taxi driver because we still have a car. At least for our daily needs."


Marsha.


Abi looks brooding. He did not just decide his wife's request.


"Give me Marsha time! I have to think about how profitable it is because not everything we decide can have a good impact on us."


"Sup to you. At least you're out to make a living not with me here all the time." Marsha said while holding the cob in her heart.


The first thing Abhimanyu does is to become an online taxi driver. He had to leave from dawn by preparing a phone that was registered in the application as an online taxi.


Apparently his first customer was an area close to where he currently lived. Abhimanyu was so excited to pick up his passengers to the airport.


He was so grateful when he returned from the airport he also carried passengers. Abhimanyu more spirit every time he runs out to take passengers until the destination he returns another passenger until entering dhuhur time.


When entering the prayer time dhuhur he stopped by the mosque to perform prayers and went home to eat lunch of his wife's cooking.


"Marsha! This is our windfall today. After lunch I'll take a short break and then leave again."


Abi said while handing over 700 thousand money to Marsha who received it gratefully.


"Did you drive an online taxi, Dad?"


Ask Al who just got home from school.


"Yes dear. May you always be healthy."


Said Abi who felt his body could not work as hard anymore as it used to.


"If you're tired, don't force it because you're about to have heart surgery." Al reminded his father.


"Dad won't forget your advice, dear."


Abhimanyu full haru.


After eating lunch, Abhimanyu rests in his room while Marsha is busy designing dresses for him to sell at boutiques abroad.


Marsha deliberately sold his work abroad because it is appreciated fantastic value than in his own country.


"Mommy! Would you like to sell out of the country?"


"Yes baby!"


"Why don't you just apply for work abroad?"


"Why should Al go abroad?"


"Because we can move there not feel a moral burden if we are here." Al Saying.


"Did anyone bother you Al?"


"Yes mommy. And it hurts so much. Even they don't hesitate to bully me mami."


"What was your fault that they bullied you?"


"Because we've fallen poor."


"Do they know who you are..? Are they all children of people? Is that school not government property? They insult you? Alright. Mommy's going to school tomorrow." Marsha was upset.


"No need to mama. It just makes things worse. I just want you to try so we can move abroad because this country no longer makes me comfortable." Al said half a heart to his mother.


"But abroad is worse, baby. They include children who are not necessarily well educated by their parents with a strong religious education.


Everything is free. Even at a very young age they have already had a forbidden relationship."


"At least they don't know us mommy. And I hope you can count on me and get the best solution from the problem I'm facing right now."


"Are you ashamed to be poor? Poor is not a sin. What's the prestige of our situation being like this."


"For a mother who does not experience the immediate impact like I do, she may accept this situation with patience.


But not with me who every day without being absent from the back by them. I beg you, we better stay away from social issues than at any time to bear the shame of fatherhood." Al lirih.