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

After Mas Ricko left for work, I went straight to the workshop as I planned

"Have you had breakfast Dan?" ask me, get into my workshop.

"Not Ma'am, just cooked earlier" he replied, I see Magicom is on orange mode.

I thought, next to it is a package of grilled chicken and sambel ijo. Looks like the rest of yesterday.

"Oh, yes. Later in the afternoon Ma'am wants to go home to Mama's house." I told Dani.

"Sama Mas Ricko Ma'am?" the young man asked, his hands busy but still listening to me.

"No." I replied briefly.

He looked at me a little.

"Where are you?" I ask not to find my quiet man.

"Izin Mbak, his mother is sick." he said then sat on the bench not far from me.

"Then you eat first, before anyone comes." I told the kind and polite bachelor.

He passed to the back, the 2x2 room contained kitchen utensils and clothes, while next to my desk was a small bed for Dani to sleep in.

Right after Dani ate, the workshop began to be crowded until noon.

"Mas Dani!"

I was a little surprised when Cindy came to the workshop in grey school clothes.

"Eh, neng Cindy." Dani's pleasantry voice smiled at the hostess in the house next door.

"Tumben himself?" ask Dani.

"Why is nanyain Dila? you crocodile!" Cindy sulking.

The one I caught, Cindy's been coming here a lot. And the one who stole my hearing was Dila, if Dani knew Dila that means she comes here often!

Then Cindy realized that I was there. "Aunt Susan." said astonished.

"Cindy just got home?" let me smile, grab some mineral water and give it to Cindy.

"Thank you Auntie." she smiled happily, I also took out some dry bread for them to rest while chatting.

"You guys dating?" manya curious.

"No Ma'am, but when he's done I want to propose immediately." continued with laughter, while Cindy blushed embarrassed.

"Oh yes, he said that Dila had also come here" I said I did not let go of Cindy's eyes and Dani. The two stared at each other, as if understanding my words.

"Remember Ma'am." Dani answered.

"Cindy's been with Dila for a long time?" ask me again, it feels like my attitude is too intimidating.

"Not Aunt. Just a few weeks ago. You accidentally met Dila here, he said he worked part-time in his workshop Om Heru." Cindy pointed to the workshop owned by Tami's husband.

Well, there's more to this, why am I so confused. Why is it Mas Heru?

"Actually, Auntie wants to ask you something. It's about Dila."

Dani and Cindy looked back.

"When you have a girlfriend, right? Aunty wants to know, whose girlfriend is that?" Slowly, but demanding answers.

Dani stared at my face for a moment without blinking, while Cindy then looked down.

"Mbak just wanted to know, because there's something stuck in my heart." I took a heavy breath.

"Cin?" call Dani to the girl who's looking down nervously.

"I don't know." she replied briefly.

But what I caught from Cindy's face was the opposite. I'm sure there's something he's covering up, or maybe he's afraid to talk, because he's friendly with Dila.

Dead-end! It is hard to find evidence of the closeness of the two. Or is this just my prejudice, or just an unwarranted suspicion because Mas Ricko's attitude changed? Then Mas Heru? I don't know...

Maybe I need a day off as a wife. Maybe going back to being a spoiled kid can make my brain smarter.

"And." By late afternoon I was packing home.

"You close the workshop, please give Grace for her mother to seek treatment." give Dani three bills.

"Okay Ma'am, Rahmat must be very happy" he said, happy to see the red money in his hands.

I smiled as I put down the book.

"Mother."

"Yes." I turned to face Dani who seemed to have been staring at me since. Little guess, did he want to ask for money as well, as I gave it to Grace. I should have been fair, opened my wallet immediately.

"About Dila?"

I stopped ripping apart my wallet. Turning to look at Dani's tired face with many questions.

"Cindy knows who her boyfriend is, but is afraid to tell stories" he said slowly.

"I know." sat back down, and Dani sat on the wooden bench in front of me. "Actually... I'm suspicious of Mas Ricko's attitude. Since these few months he changed, and after I came to this workshop also it seems like Mas Ricko used a lot of workshop money, and I don't know what for?" now that I'm down, it's my heart telling Dani, I really only have him to tell stories in the region.

"That's right, ma'am."

"What exactly? Do you mean it has something to do with Dila?" I asked quickly, my chest tightened suddenly, it felt like I was losing oxygen around me.

Dani didn't answer, just kept looking at me with pity.

"And?"

"Sorry Ma'am, I can't say yes, fear of slander."

"Oh Allah." My butt landed forcefully, precisely on a wooden bench, which must have hurt. "Since when?"

"If it's a money problem, it's been a long time" Ma'am."

"It's the same with Dila, isn't it Dan? I just want more clarity.

"Don't know Ma'am, I've never seen him. I only know about finances."

Almost half an hour, I almost forgot that I had to go home. Dissolved with the suspicion of Mas Ricko's affair with Dila is getting stronger in my heart.

"Thank you Susan" he smiled at me, flapping three hundred thousand dollars.

"That's not for you, but for his mother Grace." I said I had begun to rule my heart.

"Yes because it's Mommy." she laughed.

"I'm so sure Dan." I said slowly.

"Don't accuse me Ma'am, then even Susan's wrong" said Dani then say goodbye to the house of Grace.

Aye! I can't accuse without evidence of Mas Ricko's affair with the selfless actor. It means I have to play pretty here.

***

"The chartered car is coming soon" said Mas Ricko, I was checking my wallet and the contents of my bag, afraid that someone would forget after he died.

"Are you not going?" I glanced at Ricko.

"It's better that Mas doesn't come, because Mama just wants you to come home" she replied sounding sad.

"Yes, we're the same in that regard. You never liked me either."

Ricko breathed heavily.

"Would we just get a divorce?"

"Hush! What are you talking about?" pissed off, Ricko, he's surprised.

"Yes, divorce Mas!"

"What does that mean? Divorce is a joke." He shook his head.

"I'm serious Mas, because lately, I feel we've lost our love, especially you Mas."

"God! Is it because I haven't touched you in a while?"

She smiled mockingly, feeling like she was laughing at my sadness for not being touched.

"I'm busy San, honestly sometimes I'm tired of our marriage not getting the blessing of Mom, your parents."