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

Until the afternoon I did not go home, although Mas Radit's message I had to go home before Afternoon, but when I saw Clara did not also come out of her room I became reluctant to leave my office, I don't trust that woman.

I heard footsteps passing through my room. I think Mas Radit's home.

"Nobody" I muttered, seeing left right, and Mas Radit's room was still tightly closed, I walked over to his door.

Not Mas Radit I found, but the sound of quarrels heard in other circles.

"I still have a job." said Clara a little ketus, provoking my curiosity about what they were talking about.

"You can't wait for me, right?" mas Ricko's voice was also clearly heard because the office was already quiet.

"You mean?" pissed Clara.

"I think you really want to work so you want to go to the factory this morning. But on the way I realized, it turns out you have other intentions. You want to get close to Radit!"

"Don't just accuse!"

"No, I'm not recklessly accusing. Susan's right that you can go in your own car if you want to go, not take Radit."

"You jealous?" guess Clara, I kept eavesdropping because I heard my husband's name mentioned.

"If jealousy is not something I should feel for you. Just think, what do you really want?"

"I want a father for my son Richa."

"I told you, I don't want to be his father, I'm his father, he's my son!"

"But you prefer your wife who is still snot than your son who has been suffering. Don't tell me that's because of Susan? Because I lost Susan, right? Do you want to be a loyal man?" shout Clara. Cook yes Ma Ricko changed because of me, Clara is still jealous of the past.

"Yes, that's a mistake I don't want to repeat. But that doesn't mean I don't admit that Richa's my son. If it's Dila's problem, you also have to understand that I'm also going to have a child from Dila."

"I don't like it in the duodet number, I'm tired of succumbing to Susan, and I won't budge with a snot like your wife. If we don't want to do anything, it means we will be equally destroyed. You get fired, you and your wife can't be happy either. So the one who's sick isn't just me Ricko, it's not just Richa! But we all."

"Clara, don't be crazy!"

"I'm a Ricko mother, of course a mother would be crazy if her son was wasted on the men he was supposed to protect." angry Clara.

"I didn't waste Richa Clara. But I also have to keep Dila's feelings."

"Whatever. I just want you to have time for Richa!"

"okay! I'll take time for our son." Mas Ricko promised, I don't think he's wholehearted. I don't know..

"Okay, one hour every day! That's very little Ricko."

"Don't we have time in the office?" pissed Mas Ricko.

"In addition to the office" he said he did not want to be denied.

I heard Clara left her room with rough steps, they were fighting.

Soon I hid in the other room so I wouldn't get caught. It turns out that Ricko is having a complicated problem.

After the pain I had felt, I was so grateful that I was no longer his wife.

Imagine, if I were in the position of Dila at this time, for God's sake I wouldn't be able to. My heart is not as clean as it is to accept the presence of Richa, the son of Mas Ricko and Clara. Not to mention if his mother acted, now I feel hostile to him, but I am nobody to them.

"Darling!"

"Why not go home? It's almost Maghrib." he said approaching me who stood stiff.

"Where are you from?" askaku.

"So chatting with Juna, Mama kept calling saying that you haven't come home yet" while peeping my forehead and cheek.

"I'm waiting for you Mas." I hugged him.

"We go home." rubbed my shoulders.

I nodded happily, my husband was so warm, romantic, and I hope he doesn't change, faithful until death.

Although happy is really in my hands, but the taste is still not intact because the bitter past occasionally comes disturbing. I don't know how long I can live a life that's always afraid of losing. I want to be normal without being suspicious. This is really torturous.

"Honey, here!"

Mas Radit called me on the balcony, patting the sofa to sit next to him.

"Why?" I leaned straight in his arms, enjoying the night after a tired day.

"It's okay, it's just to be close to you." she smiled looking at my face from the side. I kissed her cheeks a little, I loved Mas Radit more than I loved Mas Ricko.

"Mas is very dear to you" he said increasingly makes me happy not to play. It was as if he knew that I was eager to hear his expression of feelings.

"Me too, my dear cannot be expressed in words. I'm afraid Mas Radit will turn away, I don't want a woman who's desperate for Mas Radit. I don't want to!"

"There won't be, I'm just focusing on you a long time ago. Even when you don't reply to Mas. You don't have to be afraid, you don't have to worry, Mas promise your past won't repeat itself, Mas want us to be happy forever." he stroked my face, so close that his warm breath scattered in my face.

"Mas Radit is mine, right?" my question made him smile.

"Yes, forever." she replied sounding romantic.

I'm happy, very happy.

I saw the sky twinkling with stars, I breathed a sigh of relief in my husband's arms. A prayer that I endlessly pray to God, I want to immediately conceive Mas Radit's son. I also want my happiness to be complete, a full marriage, to have funny children. That way I don't have to worry about another woman taking my husband.

"Tomorrow doesn't work." pinta Mas Radit pulled the hair on my forehead.

"Yes, but I don't want to stay" I replied, still wanting to talk to him.

"OK, but can't wear a work shirt."

"Keep on what clothes?" I pretended not to understand.

"Just like this." pointed at the thin sleeveless dress I was wearing.

"It's a nightgown." I bashfully whine on his chest.

"There's a room in Papa's room." God again.

"That's Papa's room!" my strangulation's stuck.

"Papa wouldn't go to the office if there was me."

I laughed, getting drowned in his arms.

I know Mas Radit wants me to rest and not mind much. She also wanted me to immediately conceive her son, our two children.