Son Kos At Home Next door, My Husband's Affair
POV Dila, Rarely Go Home

It's getting late but Mas Ricko won't be coming home. It feels, it's long my neck turned to the direction of the way home, tired even my ears catch every roar of vehicles passing it was not and no longer Mas Ricko's car. Where is my husband?

"Sir Rickonya hasn't come home yet?" mother Tri asked, she was also anxious to see me almost every day because my husband came home late, or even sometimes not home for work reasons.

Yep.

I feel like this is not right, not because of blind jealousy but it is already out of bounds. Work has its time too.

One more thing, the next-door neighbors are also busy. So I thought that Mas Ricko rarely came home it had something to do with Clara.

Until that night I went to Mas Ricko's office, and it turned out that he wasn't there. Even the security in front of his office said that all the employees had gone home since the afternoon. Then, where is my Ricko?

Later that night, Mas Ricko came home in the middle of the night and he went straight to sleep, apparently very tired. I can't possibly get her to talk or she'll be more alert.

"I have to pretend to be innocent, until everything is clear." I fell asleep next to Mas Ricko until the morning, though my mind could not calm down.

"Bi, can Bibi take care of Reno for a few hours. Me, there's a need outside." I can't stand my curiosity. I should know what's going on outside the house, or maybe I'm being tricked?

"Could be, Asi's origin is ready." Ma'am Tri took Reno from my hand.

"Already Ma'am, if you are less able to give formula milk alone" I replied to peek Reno, he was sleeping. I hope my son doesn't fuss later after I'm gone, follow Mas Ricko according to my plan. After he leaves I have to catch up with him.

Luckily for me, Mas Ricko's car wasn't in a hurry so I could follow him with the cab I ordered since yesterday.

"That's your neighbor?" ask my taxi driver this is quite kepo.

"Kok neighbor Mas, that's my husband" I said, sewot.

"Lho, instead of just now I saw him." the driver glanced at me from the rearview mirror, then refocused forward.

So I thought that Mas Ricko stopped at Clara's house, or maybe it was Clara? "Can you get closer sir?" my door.

"It's closer not to following, but with Ma'am." the driver replied, I'm annoyed.

"I mean to know who's in it!" I'm upset, I didn't get to see Mas Ricko stop next door. When I got out, Mas Ricko's car had gone missing at the end of the corner.

"I told you, his neighbor Ma'am with his son!"

"What?" I glared at the driver.

"Yes! That's why I asked, that's her neighbor?" repeat the driver again.

I choose silence, cook yes I also have to repeat the same answer that in the car is my husband! The taxi driver's a little nervous.

"Well, the car is slowing down, the power they have arrived." continued my taxi driver back to voice, although annoying but decent, he was excited by my actions following Mas Ricko.

Sure enough they stopped, but not in the office but in a luxurious house.

"Whose house?" my murmurs looked up at the multi-storey house. After all, it's a workday, why would Mas Ricko go to people's homes instead of the office?

Ricko got out of his car. I saw that he was in a hurry to open the door for someone.

Yeah, that someone is Clara. Not to forget then Mas Ricko was holding a little boy I knew very well. They went into the big house like a whole family.

"Mas Ricko." I'm really disappointed.

"Sir, Sir!" call me hoping that the security firm hands stop closing the gate but it's free.

"What's wrong, Mama?" asked the old man, looking at me fully.

"That's it. That's Ms. Clara."

"Yes, Non Clara is with her husband. What's wrong, Ma'am?" ask the man.

"Su..husband Sir?" I asked in disbelief, and my lips trembled with my feet, limp as if I had lost my bones to rest on.

"Yes! Who and what does Non Clara need? New feeling see?" the man stared at me from top to bottom over and over again.

"I.." I said like I lost my mind, I was confused looking around me, I didn't know what to say either. My head is full and fucked, there's Reno, there's Mas Ricko, Clara and her kid going around in circles.

"Mom!" call my cab driver, he sticks his head out screaming.

"Well!" I'm getting dazed. I looked back at the big house. My heart hurts, my chest is tight, what should I do now? I don't know.

"Mom, the phone sounds." The driver called back.

"Mobile sir?" I felt the pocket of the trousers I was wearing, not finding my phone. I don't know what happened to me so my brain can't work normally. Especially when Mas Ricko's shadow flashed through my head. I want to cry.

"Mbak, his son was crying" said the driver again, presumptuously he picked up the call on my phone. But waking me up there's even Reno who needs me.

"Yes sir, we go home" I said later. Slowly I stepped into the taxi car I was boking in today.

Slow down my cab swivel, still I can see from the right rearview cab, Mas Ricko and Clara out three with Richa, their clothes are the same, nice and expensive. It looks like they're going to an important event. Really in my eyes, Ricko is very handsome.

I do not feel finally my tears dripping, even down and watching my husband was having fun with other people like family, or is it true that they are married? It was hard for me to believe even though my little heart said that yes, they were married.

"Tega You Mas, when I had just given birth to your son, our son. But it turns out that you betrayed me with another woman, with that girl's daughter anyway. Is Reno not important to you?" I muttered while sobbing bitterly, stroking my chest.

At 08:30 this morning, the sky was so bright but I felt dark.

I cried with a bitter smile, even in betrayal it hurt incomparable. There was Reno among us.

I grabbed my phone to try to contact Mas Ricko. Late indeed, I should have contacted him earlier, while still in front of the mansion. But it's okay, I want to know what the answer is.

I've pressed Mas Ricko's number several times, until it was finally lifted as well.

"Hello Mas." I spoke as if everything was fine.

"Yes Dila. What's up?" as soon as Mas Ricko answers as if he wants this call from me to end quickly.

"No, I just want to know if I've arrived at the office yet?" I try to calm down.

"Oh, that. But again out, there was a meeting with colleagues. Yes, I'll call you again."

Tut's....Tut's...

"Workers?" I smiled wryly, also crying over my stupidity.