Son Kos At Home Next door, My Husband's Affair
Dila Pregnant

"Pa, it can't be that." Mama approached Papa, she also asked me to stand up.

"Susan must apologize to Papa, Ma." I kept holding Papa's leg, I really missed Papa's embrace which I hadn't felt in two years.

Mas Radit sat under Papa's feet, grabbing my shoulders to stand up.

"No way" I said, shaking Mas Radit's hand.

"Pa." pinta Mas Radit to Papa, he will not bear to see me like this.

"Papa forgave you, when Papa said he hated you and would not forgive you. But papa needs proof that you really want to part with that useless guy."

"Susan is ready to divorce Pa." again Mas Radit spoke up.

"Wake up, don't cry for traitors!" papa said to me, of course with sprightly Mama and Mas Radit helped me stand up.

"You take a break." Mama hugged me, Kiki waited for me on the stairs, she watched the drama of my welcome home.

Ever since I got married, Papa has been closer to Mas Radit, perhaps for reasons of disappointment that he was reluctant to meet me. I hope from now on I can get Papa's affection back, I'm sorry to have ignored Papa for Mas Ricko's sake.

"Take Susan for a minute." Pinta Mom.

"Yes Aunt." Kiki nodded in agreement, maybe Mama wants to talk to Mas Radit about what happened in the village.

"Everyone in this house loves you San. So don't be disappointed again Bokap lu, Mama is also your brother." suggested Kiki while putting my suitcase near the Wardrobe.

I was still pondering with the rest of my tears.

"From now on stop crying, take one goal in your life, make your parents happy!" continued again.

"Yes. I am also tired of crying Mas Ricko." I answered forcefully swallowed my saliva, sick.

"Yes, he doesn't deserve to be cried."

***

Three days I've been in my house, my heart still hurts to remember the memories with Mas Ricko. It's a lie that I don't miss him after the two years we lived together. But when the longing came, there were thorns attacking. Maybe they're having fun right now.

Heh, I smiled wryly at this fate of mine.

"Remember Dit, you have to make sure of everything!"

Papa's voice was talking to Mas Radit while walking towards the car. I approached them slowly, I noticed that these few days Mas Radit always went home early in the morning, there was no time to chat with me.

"Mas." call me after Papa comes back in.

"Hey, what are you doing there." asked Mas Radit pointing behind me the pond of pet catfish mang Udin.

"Where is Radit going?" I even asked back.

"There's some business out of town" Mas Radit replied, looking at my face. "Why?"

I'm shaking. I saw him shut the car door back.

"I'll be home soon! We going for a walk?" ask Mas Radit, comfort me.

"Become Mas?"

"Yes." Yeah."

I smiled to send him away, somewhere else he was going, Papa never let him be unemployed.

I was still reluctant to leave the house, from morning to evening I spent in silence. So also today I just sit, watch, and sleep while waiting for Mas Radit to come home. Only he understands me now, the mediator between me and Papa.

I immediately went downstairs when the sound of cars roaring in my garage, Mas Radit must have gone home.

"Pa." called me slowly, she turned her head.

I heard him take a heavy breath, then extend his hand to me.

I immediately sat down beside Papa, ever since I came home he hasn't even hugged me.

"San, your Mas has just returned from your hometown" he said slowly. I'm astonished.

There were footsteps of Mas Radit from his room, I think he was from the bathroom because he folded his sleeves.

"The woman who is your husband's mistress is pregnant."

I looked quickly at Papa, as if I had heard something wrong. "Pa?"

"Yes, the girl's pregnant." Papa repeated.

"What?" lirihku was surprised, my throat suddenly dry to hear the reality that Papa conveyed.

I never imagined this, even though I already knew Mas Ricko and Dila were playing crazy but I never expected to hear this again after catching them both.

I looked down, unable to hold back the tears of hearing Dila's pregnancy.

Ah, I'm still a fool crying over Mas Ricko's betrayal. I immediately wiped my tears. "I'm ready to divorce Papa, I'll come to the village again to pick up my marriage book" I said sure.

"I'm sorry Papa" said Papa turning his position to face me. "Sometimes Papa also thinks that your sadness is because Papa is not sincere. Papa ignored you too much, Papa is stubborn and selfish. Papa should be with you, making sure you're happy son."

Papa grabbed my body, hugged me tightly with a burst of tears that I had never heard in my life. Want to not want me to cry again, I am really sad with the expression Papa, it was not that bad Papa to me, he loved me.

"Susan dear Papa." I whispered to make my beloved old man sob.

That is, I have to be stronger to face reality to come to my hometown again, my home.

Later that night, I went for a walk with Mas Radit as he promised. We went to a cafe owned by Papa, sitting on top of the building enjoying the night breeze and the expanse of stars. I remember being with Mas Ricko.

It's hard to erase Mas Ricko from my memory.

"Tomorrow I will go back to the village Mas." I said.

"Mas interracial." she answered looking at me.

"Mas is busy, every day goes on." I also look at him.

"Yes, just help Papa." he smiled at me, his eyes were sincere long ago, he never denied Papa.

"Mas Not tired of always helping Papa, Mas will have to be independent, work." asked me curious about Mas Radit.

"Yes. It's like this because of Papa. You know Papa is not young anymore, it's enough he raised and took care of us, keep also give love for us, now it's our turn to make Papa happy, Papa happy, it's time for Papa to have a happy old day."

Suddenly my nose was spicy hearing Mas Radit's expression, my heart was like it was pierced. "I haven't done anything for Papa" I said sadly.

"Slow down, start with yourself. Don't cry, you have to be happy. Papa will definitely be happy." suggested Mas Radit.

"Yes, I'm gonna go with Papa."

Radit smiled. He has always been mature, patient and loves us with all his heart. It must be very happy for his wife later, I've been thinking everywhere.

"Congratulations?" mas Radit asked as I stood still and leaned on his shoulder.

I am reluctant to answer, after all from childhood I have been used to borrow the shoulder of Mas Radit to fall asleep.

May when I wake up, I go back to a time when I did not know Mas Ricko, consider my sadistic marriage a dream.

No need to go back to the village to pick up a wedding book that finally lives a memory.