Son Kos At Home Next door, My Husband's Affair
Until the Dream

I don't think a woman caught up with the little boy in a hurry.

"Sorry" he said smiling kindly to all of us. But then he looked at me for a long time, watching my face.

"Hi." I said hello first.

"Hi, I'm Clara. Nice to meet the owner of Papa's company stock." he answered still keeping a smile, even though the corner of his lips was stiff. I think he recognized me a long time ago, otherwise he wouldn't have spoken like that.

"In the future you will often meet, because it has been a few weeks Susan began to work in our company" said Papa sound wise, while looking at Om Danu who also smiled thinly, he nodded.

"Yes, Om. Of course I need to learn a lot from Susan." she replied humbly.

"Ah no, you must be more experienced than me, you know I don't even have a college degree." I chuckled.

"Oh yeah? I thought it was just me?" he laughed, it seems like this first meeting wasn't too bad.

We are equally not reluctant to admit the shortcomings of each, after all it is.

"Richa dear, acquaintance with Auntie" he invited the little boy who was about two years old. She was so cute, approaching with a dimmed smile on her left. Exactly Mas Ricko.

"Haoo Auntie!"

"Ah, Sa.dar. Hello too." I was nervous about receiving a greeting from the little boy.

I bowed, looking at his chubby face. "What's your name?" I asked slowly, to be honest my heart trembled while holding Richa's little hand, I remembered when I was pregnant with Mas Ricko's child. If she was born into the world, then it would be like this little girl.

"Icha Aunty" she replied cutely.

"Richa San." her mother straightened out.

My God, he's really Mas Ricko's kid. I stared at Richa's face many times alternating with Clara, even Richa's face was almost unlike his mother, all of them.90% Mas Ricko.

I went home feeling a little chaotic, curious, but I couldn't ask Clara. Not polite, although I'm sure that little girl is Mas Ricko's son.

Oh my God, I can't imagine how close they were to dating and producing a child.

"However you are Mas." I murmured in my heart. How could he waste a woman who was carrying her child. Was there not the slightest guilt when he was living with me. I think Clara's burden is too heavy to go through it all alone. But...why didn't Clara tell Mas Ricko? Shouldn't she be holding him accountable if it was her son.

"We just go home" said Papa spread my thoughts that have been everywhere.

"Well sir." replied Mang Udin, we drove towards my house.

"Pa." call me.

"Yes" answered Papa.

"When did Radit come home?" I asked, when in fact I wanted to ask about the child of Clara, really my mind was screwed after meeting two people past Mas Ricko.

"Patience, Radit's speech can be held." Papa smiled, maybe he was thinking if I was nervous thinking about Mas Radit.

Don't lie either, I do need him, only Mas Radit is all I need right now. Suddenly my feelings were this messed up because I saw the exact daughter of Mas Ricko. Of course if Mas Radit is around he'll cheer me up.

"Haoo Aunt."

"Astaghfirullah, to the bottom of the dream of his son Clara's face." I immediately rubbed my face, I saw the clock on the table showing at 00:20.

I should've been free of Mas Ricko, but even the presence of his son Clara disrupted my sleep. Is he really Mas Ricko's son? My head thought about it.

I grabbed a cell phone on my dresser, looking for Mas Radit's name.

"Hello dear." she replied from the heavy voice that relieved me.

"Mas." call me back to bed.

"What's wrong? Why call these nights?" asked Mas Radit, I think he was sleeping well.

"I miss Mas." I replied origin, I was restless but unable to tell a story. I don't know...

"Hemmhh.." she smiled, either funny or she couldn't believe my words.

"Sleep... You must be a nightmare." guessed it.

"Hem." I nodded, took a heavy breath and tried to close my eyes with the phone stuck to my ear.

I heard again on the other side there Mas Radit poured some water and took a sip while still calling me. I closed my eyes but imagined Mas Radit as if I was looking at him. Shortly after the sound of a lighter, I think he lit a cigarette throw drowsiness.

"Smoking." I asked slowly, I started to get sleepy.

"Dear, a little so you can sleep" he replied always sounding friendly.

"Hurry home" I said between the breath that began to be regular.

"Yes dear." I heard him almost whisper.

***

"How's San? Does your job still feel complicated?" ask Papa when we have breakfast.

"Lumayan Pa, but the more I get used to it" I replied as I continued to put food in my mouth.

"Good, that way you can help Radit." Papa smiled happily.

I left with Papa, he was still with me while Mas Radit came home.

"Well, that's his son Om Danu." Papa pointed in the lobby of Papa's office. It turned out right there Clara was already standing, staring at our car.

"Will he start working Pa?" I ask, he shouldn't have been able to leave his ailing father, right?

"Yes, maybe it's because there's you so he wants to learn faster" Papa explained then we stepped in.

"Good morning, Susan." said a smile.

"For Clara." I looked around the woman, but I couldn't find her child. Yes last night the boy interrupted my sleep.

"What's San?" ask Clara to look at me.

"Where's Richa?" my question, obviously made the woman's eyebrows collide.

"She I live with Mama." she replied smiling, there was awkwardness after I asked her son. Or maybe he realized that I was paying too much attention to his son? I couldn't bear to ask Clara directly.

If possible, the child is not Mas Ricko's child, but someone else's child. I do not want my life to be in the shadow of the man who has betrayed me forever.

We went into each room guided by two of our Papa secretaries as well.

"San, it turns out we are lucky. Neither finished college." he chuckled funnyly as we filled in the data as the new owner.

"Yes" I replied laughing. A moment later I realized that if we didn't finish college it was because of one jerk.

"When there was a semester left." he smiled wryly, and I thought if now was the time to ask.

"Clara, can I ask you something? Hmmm..... About you."

"Maybe San, don't worry" he replied smiling.

"You're married? Keep your husband..?"

"No San, I've never been married" she replied smiling but her breathing was heavy. Is that right what I was thinking?

"Then Richa? Hmmm.. Ma... In.he..."

"Yes, you know Richa's face, right?" the answer smiled wryly.

I let him catch his breath.

"He's Ricko's son. Your ex-husband."

I swear, my thin lips are now open with the letter O perfect.