It turns out my husband was a Gigolo
S2-9. The best solution

It is not easy for me to be ignited by that meaningless jealousy. But as people say, jealousy is the epitome of love. Yes, I really love my husband, Mas Aren.

"Oh, if I'm home every day, Elena's happy. We can play to the fullest." said Elena, holding a doll that my husband bought for her.

"So Elena would prefer that I'm home?"

The little girl nodded steadily. "Elena could see Ibuk all day. Elena would love to miss if I didn't exist."

"But I'm just gonna be gone for a little while."

The girl put on a duck face rounded her tiny lips. "Elena likes to miss Ibuk. Mama's meeting Elena is all at home. Elena also wants to have Ibuk at home." he said.

My heart rippled sadly at the words of my son. At this young age, it would be difficult for him if I rarely sat with him.

Is it true my in-laws said? I have to stop with this? It would be a pity if I had to stop in the middle of the road like this. I looked back at this little girl's face, next year she's starting school. The longer, of course, he will get bigger, he will be busy with himself, and maybe someday he will rarely be at home with all the activities he has.

But is quitting college really the solution?

"Oh, now I'm still sick?" Elena squeezed my hand with those little fingers.

"Hum doesn't hurt, honey. You're great." I don't want to make her worry about what's happening to me. I need to be the most powerful woman for her.

"But what is this?" Elena pointed at my shoulder wrapped around by a bandage. It's because of yesterday, ah .. a bad luck because I don't want to hear my husband.

"It's busy playing doctor, so Papa who became a doctor, Ibuk became a patient. Later Papa who helped Ibuk to do this wound."

Elena's eyes and mouth were rounded. "Waaah, Elena would, too, Buk. Elena is the enjus ... enjus injections huh?"

"Don't dong, honey. Will I get sick if I get an injection?"

It turns out Elena has dismantled the medical equipment she has.

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Shortly after Elena went to sleep, Mas Aren leaned against her chest while playing with my hair. I tried to get up even though my shoulders were still sore.

"Darling ...." Me and Mas Aren simultaneously said it.

My husband looked at me for a moment. "Try you first, what do you want to say?"

"What do you want to say, too, Mom?" my many.

"Try you first!" her word.

"You go first, Mas!" my door.

Then we both went quiet for a moment. "I want to stop—" again we say it in unison.

Then our faces both shriveled because of the simultaneous speech just now. "You stopping?" again we say it simultaneously.

"Try first!" word's back.

I finally started to tell her about the hope Elena wanted. I convey my heart so filled with what was delivered by my son this afternoon. Mas Aren heard it carefully without interrupting it in the slightest.

"What do you think, Mom? Did I just stop?"

Aren seemed to think for a moment. "Well, baby if you don't finish your studies, baby. A little more, you can get a college degree."

Hmmm, it turned out to be nothing like what I expected. "Are you ashamed to have a wife who only graduated from Junior High, Mas?"

He immediately nodded. "It's not so, honey. It's just that at least you can prove to the people who he said insulted you first, that you can be like them, even more."

It is true what my husband said. I was eager to prove that I could. However, I looked back at the little girl who was sleeping soundly.

"I feel sorry for Elena."

Mas Aren fell silent and began to feel confused as well. The problem of children will never end if they have not found a solution. I leaned back on my husband's chest. It's really very calming.

"It's your turn now, Mas. What did you say, huh?"

Mas Aren thought again, he looked a little misbehaved. "What do you think if a husband doesn't work?"

Why did that question make me de javu in the past huh? Reflex I punch the mattress, suddenly my emotions go straight overhead.

Mas Aren scratched his temple seeing my reaction which he might have considered very unexpected. "Your reaction is so unexpected."

"I'm reminded of the past, Mom. Who is the husband who does not want to work? I'll be number one to have her divorce her husband."

Because I was stirring it, I pointed up to the ceiling of this house because it was so upset. "I'm enough to go through it all, because that lazy guy must be the same."

Mas Aren looked shrunk inexplicably. He fell silent and chose to stretch himself and then pull the blanket to cover his entire body.

I feel watched by lizards, and they laugh at me, aaahh .. How do I feel loved?

The blanket I pulled and the spirit of 86 I tickled the husband who did not know why like sulking because of my reflex reaction earlier.

"Maaas, what's wrong with you?"

I pulled my husband's hand on the uninjured side. With a lazy feeling he looked at me and then threw away his face.

"Why you?" I repeat the question that has not yet been answered.

"If I'm the lazy husband how is that?" his murmur was almost inaudible to me.

After I digest back the soft words I pull it up to be really close to me. "try repeating? So you're not working anymore? You fired, Mas? Can ASN be fired?" My mouth just poked him with a million wonder questions because of the question just now.

He lowered his head and shook his head for a moment. Mas Aren didn't say anything. This behavior certainly makes me feel anxious and upset.

"Let's go again! I'm not confused if the story's a piece like that?"

Then my husband expressed his desire to resign from his current job. He said that the atmosphere in his current world of work feels very uncomfortable. He felt everything he was doing right now was in the spotlight.

I understand how my husband is a little introverted. He is not a comfortable typical if highlighted as such except in times when he has to teach. If highlighted by people of one profession with negative responses, it certainly feels very burdened.

My tears drip by themselves considering all the problems he is experiencing right now is because of me. If only he didn't know me, maybe he wouldn't have had this kind of trouble.

I hugged her, I cried sobbing in her chest. "I'm sorry, honey. It seems my life just keeps giving you a burden."

Mas Aren pushed me to pull my chin to look at it straight. "If you don't like me being unemployed, I'll cancel my intentions." Mas Aren stroked my hair.

Ah, I should have calmed her down, encouraged her, but instead made her grieve like this.

"I don't dislike you being idle, Mas. It's just that I was traumatized because my husband didn't want to work. However, if you're already no longer comfortable working there, I will support all your decisions."

I don't know what kind of reaction my husband has on his face. Because I was hiding my tear-filled face inside the chest of his field.

"I'm sorry, honey. Maybe I was too much. Because everywhere the world of work there must be pluses and minuses. Stay private each who finds the best solution."

"It seems, I can't stop. I won't let my wife work desperately for me and our family."

"Hopefully this matter can pass soon." he persuaded back.

Again and he persuaded me. It seems that I am just a useless and stupid wife.

"Mas, if you really feel very uncomfortable, how about we both just stop from there? You quit as a lecturer, and I quit being a student?"