Replying to the Betrayal of my Husband
Perceiver

11

I-i know. It is not good for a wife to refuse a husband's invitation to serve him. But, really this heart is not willing to be touched by him after what bang Rama did to me.

In this room I could only cry in silence. Holding my voice so that my son does not hear. I want to be as strong as I can be. For the last time I cried over the fate of my household which was on the edge of the horn.

Satisfied crying, I lay beside Susan. Hugged my son with love. I promise to make my daughter happy. Let her do what she wants to do. It won't diminish Susan's happiness.

***

At 03.00 wib I woke up from sleep. It feels like this chest is still tight as well. Want me to pour out all this pain, disappointment and invisible wounds in order to reduce the burden of the mind.

I know where to complain. I purified myself and I spread out a prayer mat for me to complain and ask for guidance from the owner of life. Tears were relentless when I asked to be given strength.

Yes, I need to stay strong and stand up straight.

No feeling of the morning starting. I prepared Susan's favorite fried rice for school. Prepare for the day to work. Bang Rama was ready with his work clothes when I went into the room.

"Nothing did you forget to prepare my clothes, "Bang Rama complained to me. His face looked like a tangled thread.

"I think my brother should get used to preparing it himself. Because I also have a busy life," I replied while choosing clothes in the closet.

I flinched as my hand was pulled by Bang Rama. "Well like anything, women can't be equal to men. Don't forget your first duty as a wife!" he stuck it with me and left.

Lucky this is made by God, otherwise I can go crazy facing bang Rama who does not know what he wants. He wants me to work, but he also seems to be happy. Maybe he was afraid I would be more successful than him.

A white shirt and cotton trousers were attached to my body. My long hair intentionally resembles a ponytail. The natural makeup and peach color lipstick made my appearance look different than usual. No negligee, no shabby, pale face that used to accompany my day. I look fresher now.

"That's a beautiful mother. Susan barely knows mom!"

Susan's voice made me turn away from the mirror. I don't know since when my son was standing in the doorway.

"Is mom really pretty?" Susan nodded. "Thank you, today Susan's mother went to school. Now, let's have breakfast first. I have prepared a special fried rice for you."

Susan cheered happily and pulled my hand towards the kitchen where bang Rama and mother were already sitting there.

"Tumben scented perfume, usually bauk onion" mother chirped. "Later if the work do not swerve everywhere."

"Please calm down, Mom. I won't forget which one to prioritize. I know there's a family waiting at home. So, I wouldn't be interested in what's out there."

I spoke while preparing rice on the plate for Susan, but the tail of my eyes could see that from then on Rama continued to look at me. Wh why? Is he fascinated by his wife's beauty? Or my words offended him.

"What's your work up"

The question of Rama made me look at him. Bang Rama barely blinked looking at me.

"Make the motor."

"Do you have to wear those clothes and dress them up?"

Bang Rama noticed my appearance. His eyes looked as dazzled as if we had only met for the first time.

"Something is wrong? I can't work with a negligee, can I?"

Bang Rama let out a long sigh, I know he doesn't like it when I break his words. Bang Rama didn't realize that he was the one who forced me to debate him.

***

"Crazy! Lo kayak is not an onion! Skillo is no doubt." Wita was surprised to see me working so focused and almost without any mistakes.

"You're too complimentary."

"really. This is the first day of work after 7 years, right? During this time you choose the focus of taking care of family rather than career. I'm sure your husband would love to be the same. You dare to leave the world lo for the sake of taking care of him!"

I just smiled wryly at Wita's words. Because, exactly what happened was the opposite.

"Udah time lunch, nih. I'm really lager, eat yuk!" bring Wita.

"In the canteen?"

Wita shook her head. "Gue wants to eat at the restaurant here. We'll just go there," he asked while holding my hand without me being able to avoid.

A restaurant not far from our office was taken on my favorite motorcycle. At lunch hours like this is quite crowded and we do not want to lose and immediately order food. While waiting for food to arrive, I became a loyal listener Wita who had not stopped telling stories.

"Rima Ma'am?"

I flinched as someone nudged my arm while calling my name.

"Partner?" Seeing Citra makes me want to eat it right now.

"Again lunch, Ma'am? I can join, yes!" Imaging sitting without welcome.

"Who, Rim?" ask Wita who seems disturbed.

"Oh, he's an acquaintance the image of the manager at my husband's place of work."

Citra's face became stiff and she misbehaved. "Mbak Rima knows where I'm the manager of Rama's mas?"

I did not answer, because the food we ordered was being served.

"You're disappointed I know you've got a bang Rama?" I asked while sticking pi sauce in the steak in front of me. "I even know everything" I said, looking into his eyes.

"Ta-tau what?" Throat Image up and down like painstaking talking.

"What do you think I know? And is there anything I can't know about you? Come on, why was it that from yesterday you were so impressed to keep your friendship a secret from me?"

I spoke while putting pieces of meat into my mouth. Imagining the image I chewed on right now. Really, I'd love to tear her face apart.

"No-no, really. We have nothing to keep secret from Mbak, "citra.

"The manager is beautiful like this, not afraid that your husband will be smitten? " ask Wita suddenly.

"Huh, if I do, it's up to them. Only I don't think it will happen if they both have self-esteem, is that so Imagery?"

"What kind of self-worth, Ma'am? There's nothing wrong with love, is there?" The image asked back.

"It is wrong for a woman to love another woman's husband. And vice versa, not the love of his name when it happens. But, lust! A perverted lust that could at any moment destroy his own life. A good woman will definitely keep her self-esteem not the other way around! A woman's self-esteem will fall when she becomes an actor!"