MY HUSBAND CHEATED ON MY BEST FRIEND
CHAPTER 32. OPENING OLD WOUNDS

After finishing teaching, Alma remembered the message from Ms. Ratna. About an old man who always sat in front of the fence of his house. He opened the photo gallery again on his phone.

Because it is not so clear, then the photo is zoomed, vaguely the face of the man looks clearer. Unfortunately, the face of the old man looked dirty, dirty and filled with an unkempt long beard. Behind the tattered clothes was clearly a frail, thin and unhealthy body.

Alma stared again at the old man's posture. The more he looked, the more he didn't know him. His entire body from head to toe, looks very dirty, until the color of his clothes and pants can not be seen properly, there are also tears in several places.

'This old man always sits in front of my fence? Is he a madman? Does he have any evil intentions for me? Do I have to go there alone? If he knows me, why don't you just tell Ratna's mom?' 

Many questions sprang up in Alma's mind. But because he wanted to make sure and had promised Ms. Ratna, this beautiful woman in a keki uniform drove her motorcycle to her old house. The house of his parents, a house that holds many memories. Especially the bitter memories of his father and mother's divorce. Further memories of her and Anton's divorce, due to the husband's affair with her best friend, Heni.

Now Alma rode his iron horse that always faithfully accompanied wherever he went. The speed of the two-wheeled vehicle is at pace with moderate speed. She deliberately enjoyed traveling in her hometown which she now left to accompany Yunan, a man who is now officially her husband.

After ten minutes of travel, he arrived in front of his house painted light blue. It was true, there was the figure of an old man sitting in front of the tightly closed fence. Although the scorching heat of the sun was stinging, the old man did not move from his seat. How appalling.

Alma stopped her motorcycle while looking fixedly at the old man's face. He did not go down immediately, there was still doubt that enveloped his heart and mind.

'Bismillah... I hope nothing negative happens to me. May this old man be a good man, have no evil intentions on me.'

He let out a long sigh, to reduce the lingering worry. After he got off and parked the motorcycle, took off the helmet that covered his head, his legs that were still wrapped in black shoes, stepped closer to the old man.

The closer, the closer, and...

"Al.. ma..." A soft voice rang out from the old man's dry lips. He stared hard at Alma's face. With his frail body staggered, he tried to get up from his seat.

"Yes.I'm Alma. Who is this father???" asked Alma who was very curious. The old man knew him.

"Al.. ma.. my son." Said the old man stammeringly and with teary eyes. His dirty hands were shaking. His voice is getting clearer.

Deg.

Alma's heart seemed to be dislodged, hearing my son's words. He could not believe that the old man in front of his eyes was his father who had not heard from him for decades. Since Alma was 17 years old, her biological father has been away from home, leaving her and her mother behind in favor of a woman who has taken the happiness of her family.

Alma is now 37 years old, meaning that he has 20 years not met the father who is very hated because of his treatment that once dumped his biological mother, so does a father who no longer wants to know about his only biological child.

Alma took a step back, her legs trembling looking at the ugly face of the old man who claimed to be her father. Not because he was disgusted and afraid of dirty, but he hated as much as he hated the man who had thrown it away at that time.

Alma's face turned gloomy, her hands clenched, remembering the face of the biological mother who struggled desperately to support herself. Still vividly reflected in his memory, how cruel the man slapped his mother's face almost every day, as it reminded him of his obligations as a husband he never fulfilled.

Alma recalled the dark teenage years, not infrequently he shed tears because of unfair treatment by his own biological father.

'Yes Allah... Why is this person I hate the most, now in front of my eyes??? I can't accept her cruelty to me, especially to my mother.'

Alma's body pegged for a while, he breathed violently, holding back the anger and hatred that had been buried for a long time in his heart. Instantly her tears began to drip down her cheeks. He could not help being sad, disappointed, angry, resentful when he looked at the face of the man who claimed to be his real father.

"No" cried Alma as she turned around and walked quickly to her parked motorcycle.

His body suddenly broke out in cold sweat, so he could not adjust his white scoopy well. Many times Alma tried to tune in with her gasping breath. The deep wound fragments in his heart seemed to be returning in verse with a dagger blade. So he wanted to quickly leave the old man.

Alma was riding at a high speed, he could not control his emotions. Many times he wiped the tears that increasingly wet his cheeks.

The speed of the motorcycle sped up quickly, until several times he almost hit another rider. But fortunately, he was still able to master himself with his sane sense.

Arriving at the house of Yunan, he no longer said greetings as usual. Rushing she walked quickly and entered the main room which she used to take breaks with her husband.

"Mama??? What's the matter, Ma???" greet Tiara who is sitting on the porch of the house.

But his daughter's greeting was ignored. He didn't want to say anything. Alma just wanted to be alone in the room and vent her sadness by crying so badly.

Tok.tok...

Tiara knocked on Alma's room door slowly. Tiara was very worried about her mother's condition which was not as usual. But knocking on the door there was no answer.

"Mama... Is Mama okay???" tiara asked behind the door. Again, Alma did not answer Tiara's question.

Finally Tiara turned around and took a long breath, stepping towards the side terrace with various questions about her mother.

'Is my mom sick again? Mom is not usually like that. Go back and forth directly into the room. Without saying hello? Without greeting me? Without his experience today? Hm... Did Mama have a fight with Papa Yunan? Oh Allah... May Mama and Papa Yunan always get along well. Don't let my mother get hurt again, O Allah'

Tiara said inwardly. She was traumatized by the divorce of her parents. That was why he had thought things out, when he saw his mother grieving. Tiara did not want the divorce to be repeated at her mother's current marriage.

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