Replying to the Betrayal of my Husband
Dimpled

"Where are the nights like this you want to go?" Dimas asked after driving. The man looking at the rearview mirror hanging in front of him made us meet for a glance. However, I immediately turned away from him.

"I want Susan to stay at my sister's house." I answered while holding Susan who was shivering cold.

"Why not bring your husband? Don't you know what the risks are when driving in these conditions? You and your daughter could be fucked."

Dimas's tone rose by an octave. I saw his hand gripping the steering wheel tightly. Dimas was scolding me. And it makes my heart even more bitter. Why should anyone else worry about our condition? Where's husband? Shouldn't that man care and pick us up in this kind of heavy rain?

"Didn't your husband know you were gone?" Dimas' question got me back to seeing him. "The rain is getting heavier, we should just go to my house. It's the only place closer than here" he said before I answered.

"But we don't want to trouble you. We're fine getting dropped here."

Dimas did not respond to my words anymore. The man chose to focus on splitting the highway.

"Cold, ma'am..," Susan whimpered with her eyes closed. I can feel his body trembling.

"Patience, yes, dear. We'll be there soon. You hold it, yeah." I tried to calm Susan down and tell her everything was going to be okay.

I'm not sure how long this car has been going. Because, without me knowing I fell asleep hugging Susan. Once opened the eyes of this car is parked in the yard of a house that is very foreign to my eyes.

"Away awake?" Dimas looked at me. "Come, comedown. Bring your daughter the wife inside." The man's face looked sincere when he said that.

"Where is this? Why did you bring me here?"

"I don't know where your sister's home address is. So, I think instead of waking up your sleep, it's better to bring you to my house. Didn't I just say it's better to come to my house?"

"But I don't agree yet."

"I didn't ask for your approval!"

I gasped to hear it, it was strange for this man, but I had not had time to protest Dimas had come down and opened the door for me.

"Comedown. Let me take Susan inside." His speech was very sincere, not awkward nor did he behave like a boss. But his face still reigns. "Don't think much, pity your daughter's cold. Her clothes are wet too, right? Are you intentionally trying to make her sick?"

I quickly obeyed his orders. Dimas immediately quickly memapah my daughter. He acts like his father.

"Is it okay if we go in?" askaku while following Dimas steps. Again the man did not answer me. He walked me through the main door that a woman had just opened.

"You get their bags in the car. Quickly take it to the guest room" Dimas said.

"Good, sir." The woman hurried to execute Dimas' orders. I'm guessing he's a worker in this house.

"Change clothes. You too, don't get you sick" the man said as he looked at me. "Have you eaten yet?"

I looked down, I just wanted to cry. I just realized I was bringing Susan down in the rain on an empty stomach.

"Silent means not yet." Dimas shook his head as I looked at him again. Like I didn't think about it with me.

"Sorry it's been a hassle, but we better just go, sir."

"Nobody can go on an empty stomach like that. So, quickly change your daughter's clothes. I'll bring him food."

Dimas turned to look at Susan who happened to have opened her eyes wide. The man approached Susan to check her body temperature. His hand was on Susan's forehead.

"It's okay. You're doing fine. Now, ask your lousy mama to change your clothes so you don't get cold anymore."

His speech was so sincere it even looked like a real father. What the hell am I thinking? I threw that thought away. Susan just kept looking at Dimas. His eyes were like judging.

***

Sure enough, some of our clothes have been wet with rain water. But I am still grateful that there are still clothes we can wear.

"Whose house is this, Mom?" susan asked while looking at the room. "His room is wider than our house, "he said with a smile. "But why didn't you pick me up? We are the rain." Susan's smile faded making her face pout.

"Dad... Dad...." I racked my brain looking for the right answer. I don't want to lie to Susan, but I don't want Susan to be disappointed in her father either.

"Mother...." Susan suddenly cried and looked at me. "Dad and grandma are evil. Susan saw mom fighting in the park. Why did she slap and push her down? Why are you quiet?"

Susan's cry sounded bitter. The question he asked managed to make this heart feel broken. It hurt to hear that Susan found out about the fight. Susan's face looked pretty clean.

"So, were you crying?" Susan nodded. "Susan see?"

"Yes... Do you want to marry again? Why is bad dad the same as us, Mom?" Susan's cries were breaking. I hugged her hoping Susan could be calmer.

"Patience, yes, son. We can definitely go through this ordeal. Whatever happens and what our lives will be like. I'll always be there for Susan and I'll still be Susan's father."

Susan no longer spoke, but her sobs were still heard. The boy let go of my embrace with eyes fixed on the door.

My position sitting on the edge of the bed made me unable to see what Susan saw. I slowly turned my back and found Dimas standing there with an illegible face. I was suddenly afraid Dimas would hear our conversation.

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