My husband, I Love You
One Million Afternoon Story

"Look yeah! My son with your life has nothing to do, do not you ever carry my son's name, see you yourself is your lifestyle? Get out of my sight before I brake your impolite mouth!" My breath seemed to be wheezing with anger, annoyance.

My eyes stared intently at the old man who might not have expected me to do anything beyond their expectations.

The old man just pulled Yessi's arm and took her away from me, when the visitors of the mini cafe began to be attracted by the crowd.

Mas Dian who actually realized there would be a commotion with me, as soon as he brought back Shasy and gave it to Icha, to wait for him in the car park area.

I struggled to hold back the anger that was triggered by Yessi's words, suffocating me and looking for a seat around.

I take mineral water in the bottle that I always carry, I try to dispel the heartache that suddenly appears memories of the past, why must Yessi always bring it up, she said, why is it that every time I am in a crowded area I have to meet Yessi.

"It's been... Come home! Shasy was already waiting in the car," the soft voice blew away my daydream.

"I'm sorry! All beyond my expectations, mas" hesitated I reached out to Dian, then stepped out of the crowd area.

Not yet after my heart pounded with anger, my phone rang and forced me to lift it immediately.

I observed the number on my phone, not a foreign number but quite strange even from outside the area, Iwan's house number!

"Who? Why hesitate to lift it! Maybe the candidate of the next latitude deck place," mas Dian disperse my daydreams that are still guessing.

"Hallo, good afternoon!" Sapaku as friendly as possible to my interlocutor.

"Hey you! Never teach my son the truth, remember! My son is more everything than you, and you're just a cheap woman a nobody than Yessi" the voice from across was so loud my hand pushed the flat object away, then staring at the dian mas who was beside me even frowned.

I'm sure Dian also heard it, because my phone is in loudspeaker condition.

"Sorry Mom, you misjudged people, have we not seen each other for a long time, after all I have no need to meet your mother and family, between me and Iwan mas Iwan is finished Mom! So it would be nice neither mother nor Yessi would have to teach and continue to follow my life!" The annoyance was finally able to make me throw words that I had been keeping meetings myself.

"You!"

I broke off the phone call from my ex-in-law, between annoyance and anger into one.

Why is my life that is clearly not with his son still get a reprimand that is not deceived by reason.

"Already! Let's go home! Throw away all your anger deck! Maybe the incident triggered a misunderstanding, don't put it too much into my heart," Dian grabbed my hand and led me away from the mini cafe, heading to the car park.

Of course I must keep my attitude from giving any suspicion to Icha, even though she may have learned of the recent incident. Especially my daughter Shasy she must not hear anything about the Iwan mas family.

Icha with her children to her own car, while I follow Dian mas.

Dreett....

I just got into Dian's car, but Vibrate the WA notification into my phone again, this time I reluctantly grabbed the flat object again from my tenteng bag, my eyes opened when I found out who sent me the short message.

My breath seemed to stop in my throat when I read the contents of the message I received, "Lintang I'm sorry, for the behavior of Yessi and mother who might make you uncomfortable, one more door! You should never go near Dian's doctor because I don't like it!"

"Mas... We just go home! Afraid of the neighbors!" I tried to distract and wonder with a reasonable speech.

"Mama... How do you call him mas now?" Shasy who was sitting relaxed while playing in the seat behind the wheel turned out to listen to our words without me noticing.

"Darling... We're not in a hospital, so call her not a doctor," Dian glanced back while giving a light and easy explanation for Shasy to understand.

"So Shasy has to call Papa Om? Is that so ma?" The simple question but made me clap in disdain while holding back laughter diverted the annoyance I had endured since.

I lyrically dian with a smile by showing off his row of white teeth.

"Shasy calls her Dian, not papa dear!" Here I emphasize a little so as not to be mistaken, and the thing that I fear will happen to my daughter.

Again, Dian's hand held my hand gently, but her eyes were still straight on the slightly crowded street.

"Shasy can call Om or whatever, om not angry anyway,"

"Ashik... later if Shasy's schoolmate ngeledekin has no papa, om doctor must be Shasy's father," said Shasy berandai while holding hands, holding hands, and holding hands, and show her sweet face to be a little judes.

Like the motion guide between me and Dian mas look at each other, my heart seemed to stop racing why my daughter had such distant thoughts, while I myself am not ready to face the reality that has just not passed and repeatedly approached me this afternoon.

"heemm can dong, later on can also pick Shady up from school, how? agreed?"

"cool, mauu, mauu om!" my daughter's joy but it hurts me.

The atmosphere in the car is getting stranger to each other's thoughts, only Shasy chatter that sometimes raises questions about travel.

Finally until the car Dian mas stopped right in front of my house, my father and mother apparently were waiting in front of the porch of the house.

Shasy ran over excitedly and jumped in dad's arms, while unceasingly laughing in excitement.

I myself who was not okay, seemed to experience mental shocks regardless of the circumstances around.

Just one wish I had, to head straight to my room and spill all my emotions in by immersing my thin pillow to hide my face and hope that after that everything will turn into a natural thing again.

The incident and my meeting with Yessi with middle-aged man for the second time, then the phone of my ex-in-law followed by a short message from the Iwan mas who arranged my life, not to mention the declaration of love Dian mas, Dian, followed by my daughter's opinion about her speech that makes me unable to focus on one problem.

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Greetings Dear Always by RR 😘