Replying to the Betrayal of my Husband
Is There Another Woman?

2

Susan fell asleep after dinner. I also took a break in my room after taking the medicine. Yes, lately the health of the mother is disturbed to have to routinely take drugs from doctors.

"Bang, I think my mother used to dislike me, huh?" I asked while looking at the ceiling. "I thought I was wasteful and squandered money, even though the expenditure to meet the needs in this house."

"Your feelings." Bang Rama's voice was barely audible, as if unwilling to respond to my question.

"Indeed, maybe I want a daughter-in-law who has a lot of heritage like my sisters-in-law."

"We can't get married if you don't agree with me."

"Let's know, Lusi said mom compared me to Sarah and Tanti's sister. Mom doesn't think I'm inferior. He said my parents were about to collapse. "

"What's wrong? That's the truth, isn't it? Why do you have to be hurt? You should understand a little so as not to be easily hurt."

This time Bang Rama's voice broke through the eardrum until I turned to look at him. Bang Rama is still in the same position. Lie down while playing handpone.

"Why should you compare possessions with others? While as long as we were married I never demanded much as brother. I even shared some shopping money with your sister's tuition. So, what else am I lacking in understanding?"

"Haish!!" Bang Rama put his phone on the nightstand and then turned to look at me. "You better introspect yourself. Don't blame mom like that. I'm so lazy to go home if you keep acting like this!"

After saying that in an angry tone. Bang Rama grabbed the blanket and turned to me.

"What's wrong with me? Why am I being blamed?"

Bang Rama doesn't respond to me anymore. I saw his back start moving in order. I don't know if Bang Rama is really sleeping or pretending.

Self introspection? Rama's words made me unable to sleep. I don't know what my fault is. As a daughter-in-law I pay less attention to my mother? What as brother-in-law I care less? Is my wife unsatisfactory? Have I been too baper so easily offended by the talk I hear?

I decided to wash my face in the bathroom. I wish that clear water would cleanse my heart and mind. Just passing through a dirty laundry basket located not far from the doorway my feet could not step. The fragrance of perfume that came out from there invites curiosity.

It turns out that the work shirt of bang Rama is the source. I breathed the scent of a new foreign perfume on my nose.

"This is not a perfume commonly used bang Rama. It's like a woman's perfume."

Negative thoughts start to pop into your head. What is it that makes Rama bang lately often late to go home? Does Rama secretly have another dream woman?

I decided to go back to the room to find clarity with my husband, but I'm not sure how Rama would be honest. Rather than make Rama's bang even more upset I decided to stay calm and check his phone. I wish I could find the truth there. I have to think positively that Bang Rama can't possibly cheat behind my back.

"Locked." I don't know what pattern can be used to open the screen handpone bang Rama. And since when did Bang Rama use this phone? Is that secret until I can't figure out what's inside here?

***

Next day.

"Rapi really you, Ram," said the mother when she saw bang Rama just joined at the dinner table.

"Team marketing should be like this, ma'am. Let it attract the attention of many customers."

"Hopefully your work will be smoother and more dear to the boss."

"Sure, Mom! Rama's boss in the office is indeed the best!" Bang Rama showed both of his thumbs praising his superior.

"Later in the evening you'll eat, don't wait for me to come home." Bang Rama spoke while eating his breakfast, not greeting me like I am an invisible transparent object.

"You're overtime again, Bang?" I was wondering who Bang Rama was with outside of business hours. Don't be with the woman who owns the perfume.

"Yes, I've been busy at the office."

"That's seeing your husband persistent in finding money. Not like you every day usually sleep at home," said the mother suddenly.

"Rima didn't want to work out there, Mom. I'll know Rima has to take care of mom and Susan's house, too."

"Alas, free undergraduate but no work! I don't mind if you work. Mending you to work let Susan take care of her mother. But, I'm not sure anyone wants to accept you this close. Every day wear a negligee and at home continue."

Mother's words always make me rise in blood. "Tap-

"You want to protest?" Bang Rama said to me. "What mom said is true. Let's see what you look like. Every day wear that negligee. Hair not treated. I almost forgot what you were like."

"I am different from the one I am now. I used to be beautiful and good at taking care of myself. After getting married and having children, I focused on family. I even sacrificed my own time to serve in this house. I am definitely not as pretty as I used to be! You never gave me more money to buy my scarcare!"

It seems like my patience is starting to thin out to the point of daring to raise the voice in front of mom and bang Rama. I didn't think my own husband could talk to me like that.

"That's your nature as a woman. But that doesn't mean you can't find money!" Mom chimed in on my words.

"Mother...."

Our debate stalled when Susan and Leon came. Leon is the younger brother of Rama's smallest bang and is still in college.

"Mom, Susan wants to play this up front." Susan showed me the toy Leon had just bought for her.

"Yes, don't play it away."

I had breakfast after Susan left. My annoyance still rumbles in my chest. But Rama did not speak anymore.

"Bang, I met Citra."

"Uhuk! Uhuk!"

Leon's remarks made Rama's bang choke. I poured her a glass of water. Bang Rama's face looked red after the water had drenched his throat.

"Where did you meet Citra?" asked enthusiastic mother like very familiar with the woman named Citra.

"At a crossroads that's about to get into our house."

"Why don't you play at our house? Citra still knows you, right?"

"Still, he said he had often met the same bang Rama," said Leon while pointing to the Rama bang that looked wrong.

Bang Rama was busy cleaning his mouth with a tissue.

"What image, Bang?" I asked and demanded answers. "Where did you meet that image? How often?"

My heart went hot when I guessed Citra was another dream woman whose perfume was stuck in my husband's shirt.