Love for Adita
Love For Adita 39

" Axa." He smiled with mystery.

" Adita, Tristan's wife." My words are full of emphasis. I hope he knows what I mean by saying Tristan's name at the end of our introduction.

" Oh yes, is the show ready? Farah was fussy from earlier. I wish we could go home now." Take me to Tristan without further ado.

" Eh i-iya we can go home now. I'm cleaning up a bag with Farah's equipment. While Tristan was not constantly invited to chat by Alexa.

" Are their ears deaf, unable to hear the child in my sling cry?" I'm starting to see Tristan's insensitivity on Farah.

" Are you ready to talk?" I asked in a cold tone.

" Axa, I'm home first. See you tomorrow." My husband says goodbye to Tristan.

" Okay, be careful Tan."

Cup.cup... With ease Alexa pecked my husband's cheeks in front of my eyes.

My eyes were about to jump out of place. In my chest it was hot like freshly boiling water. If I don't remember this crowded place, maybe I've scratched Alexa's smooth face. Alexa waved the war flag at me. He accidentally woke up a sleeping lion. Resisting my anger, I turned towards the parking lot.

After the cupika cupiki Tristan immediately approached us.

" I'm sorry I waited so long." He opened the car door.

Without further ado, I went up and landed my ass in the car seat.

I turned on the AC of the car with high power. Farah I covered her with a blanket. Although I started to go crazy, but Farah's health I did not ignore.

" Tight times, which." Tristan reduces AC power.

Chees... Wanting to vomit it was like hearing Tristan call me dear. Did he forget that my eyes were seeing clearly, his cheeks were kissed by another woman.

All the way I was silent. To avoid talking, I closed my eyes. Pretending sleep.

***

We have arrived. I've had a shower, so has Farah. I put war flags on Tristan and Alexa.

After making sure Farah is full and sound. I also slept beside him.

I want to speak a word to my husband. Until he came and sat in the chair in the room.

" Dit, we need to talk." Tristan.

I didn't say it, but I heard it clearly.

Seeing that I was silent, Tristan sat behind my back. " What's wrong with you, Dit?"

You insensitive man, he asked me why.

" Dt..." He shook my shoulder so many times that I threw the floor blanket. Tristan was surprised to see me staring at him.

" You want to know why?" I yell at my husband.

" Don't use emotions, Ditm we'll finish this all right." Tristan tried to grab my hand.

" Never touch me." Shouts tight.

" Why are you? What am I wrong?"

" Basic cheap guy. Why not just fuck in front of people. Can't you keep your wife's pride? What bond did you have, until you let that bitch kiss your cheek?"

Tristan sat limply on the chair as his hands massaged his forehead.

Did he realize his mistake?

" Dita, me and Alexa are just regular business partners. You should not be jealous. His father planted a business in our company. He represents his papa, just that, Dit. As long as I'm with you, there's nothing I've ever covered." Tristan gave an explanation.

But I don't believe in my own husband.

Not wanting to make peace with her, I chose to sleep. Today was exhausting for me. It is not my soul that is tired. My body is tired too.

***

Morning has come, I didn't see Tristan in bed. Maybe he chose to sleep alone.

" Just go ahead, I don't care."

I kissed Farah's soft cheeks, my little angel. He was still fast asleep, as if nothing had happened to his mother and father last night.

After the shower, I went out of the room. The smell of cooking from the kitchen. Tristan and Papa are drinking coffee.

" Dt..." Mom's voice calls from outside the room.

" Come in ma." I said

Mom went into the room. I felt clumsy and did not dare to look at my mother's face.

" Farah's still asleep, Dit?"

Mama approached her grandson. " G grandson oma... Just like his father." Mama gently stroked Farah's cheek so she squirmed.

" Wake up yuk.. it's noon ..cook the girl wake up..." Mama was engrossed in herself to invite Farah to speak.

Talking to your baby is fun.

" Dit, eat first. Let mama bathe Farah."

Ah.. Is it alright not my mother-in-law? Not every woman can be as lucky as me.

" If we are giving breast milk, try not to eat too late." My mother's advice to me.

" Yes, ma."

I went out of the room to the dining table. Papa and Tristan were chatting. When my sight met Tristan, I immediately threw it away, pretending not to care.

I eat with it. Mama's cooking is a champion...

Finish eating the leftovers - the rest of the dirty dishes.

" Pa, look.. Farah's good at lying down now... Duh.mama just stay here. Mama must miss Farah every time." I heard mama talking in the family room.

" Don't be weird, we have a house. If you miss Farah, just come every day, granddaughter.."

What a warm family.

Finished from the kitchen, I just watched from a distance.

" Adita.here! Why just stand up."

Alamak.i'm found out. Tristan looked at me inside.

Embarrassed, I finally approached.

" Your mom and dad are having a toothache, Farah."

Mama insinuated us through Farah.

" No, ma. Is that right, baby?" Tristan tried to cover it all up.

" How could oma believe it, Farah. While oma found your father asleep in the guest room." Again my mother attacked us through Farah.

" If Farah had grown up, Farah would have complained to oma." Sick mama.

Without a word Tristan got up leaving us. Followed by papa.

" You guys fighting?" Ask mama.

I let out a heavy sigh, "may I confide, ma?"

" Of course I can. You're mama's kids, you don't want anything to happen to your marriage."

" Why are so many women attracted to Farah's father?"

" Who else? Why did my mom hear?"

I told my mom about Alexa. No more and no less. Including when Alexa casually kisses Tristan's cheeks.

" Seriously Alexa kissed Tristan?" Ask mom not to believe.

I nodded, "yes ma."

" You calm down, don't mind much. Namti mama alan help you. Mama will directly advise Tristan." Mama said while rubbing my shoulder.

" Thank you, ma."

***

Mom and Dad are home. Tristan and I have not made up. Tristan still refuses to apologize to me. Even Tristan did not hold Farah while crying.

Tristan is busy with his cell phone. Sometimes he smiles. I don't know if he's smiling? A hantukah? Setankah's? Or Alexa the chick itchy?