Sorry your Husband I Borrowed
Talk Again with Mother

The holidays have arrived. As usual, I always take Fira to her grandmother's house in Tanjungpinang.

He's so excited.

"Mii. Take the ferry again, huh?" ask him innocently.

"Yes dear. We get ready yuk, leave today," I encouraged him.

Just about to pack up, Boss Robert called me. I had to lift it because Mas Arga was still at home. "Tumben he's at home." I thought.

But he didn't ask me at all, I went where Fira was this early.

God, I don't need him anymore. Living in a house but like each other's lives.

"Dad didn't come, ." asked Fira to her father.

"No. Dad is sleepy," he replied indifferently to Fira.

"Oh my God, son...."

"I'm sorry your father, son, that's what it is," I murmured sadly.

"Mas I went to my mother's house huh," I said, though he was indifferent to seeing me go.

"Hmm.." said still with the position of the fall and closed his eyes on the living room sofa.

I passed by from before Mas Arga. Actually this view is already commonly seen. He was indifferent to me. So like this, I'm getting stronger to make the decision to separate from him. Whatever happens.

In the cab I rented. I saw Fira fall asleep. Looks like he's still sleepy.

I called Boss Robert back, which I called back.

I called in a video call, and Fira was so excited to talk to him.

"Cock on Mami's lap. Fira is still sleepy" he said, and Fira agreed to what Boss Robert asked.

"Later I'll go to the port" he said to me, seriously.

I haven't answered him yet he's already closed my video call. You shitty guy.

Arriving at the harbor, I saw him standing upright in the harbor waiting room. "Geez, I'm really following me."

"Bas crazy." I cried in my heart.

Fira who saw Boss Robert immediately rushed into his arms.

Oh God my son...

"Wuih...so beautiful father's son this morning," he praised Fira and Fira very spoiled with him.

The three of us also took a ferry to Tanjungbalai-Tanjungpinang. Fira's still in Boss Robert's arms.

I saw Fira falling asleep in the arms of Boss Robert. So, I was free to talk.

"Why do you keep coming if I go home to my mother's house" I asked. In fact, in my heart happy, she is always there for me, wherever I go.

"I'm looking for an opportunity" he replied.

"What do you mean, opportunity?" many confused.

"I was, really hoping that when I went home, your mother asked me." she explained.

"Ask what?" my question is getting more curious, made him.

"I wish, your mother would interrogate me. What do you have in common, with my son. Why keep going to Tanjungpinang. That's aja. So I'm always with you when I come back" he explained.

"That's not so good. You must be afraid I'll meet another man, right?" call me teasing her for emotion.

"Alright if caught with other men in Tanjungpinang. I killed that man. Go to jail, no problem" he said bravely.

I immediately chuckled at his statement.

Two hours on the ferry. Fira also still sleeps in the arms of Boss Robert.

Finally arrived at the port of Sri Bintan Pura Tanjungpinang.

I tried to wake Fira up, so she wouldn't be surprised when she got off the ship.

"It's okay. He's still drowsy as it seems," Boss Robert defended Fira.

At the port, some taxi drivers are already staying there. I also lobbied one of them.

"Sir.to the Tempinist Way," I said.

"okay Ma..... One hundred thousand yes," he said bidding me. I nodded, agreeing to his taxi fare offer.

Before long, me, Fira and Boss Robert arrived home. She immediately welcomed her granddaughter. He hugged Fira, pecked at her.

"It's so beautiful today's granddaughter" she said. Fira also entered the house, immediately collapsed.

My mother commented directly.

"Oh my goodness, this girl is so tired. It was heavy apparently. Until the grandmother's house is immediately boobok."

"Make coffee, for this father," said the mother commanding me, to make coffee for Boss Robert.

I went straight to the back. Boss Robert was chatting with my mom.

They don't talk much.

My homemade coffee is done, and I'm thrusting it to Boss Robert.

That night, Boss Robert, I'll take you to the hotel. I reasoned that a friend at the hotel was waiting. Mother I believe.

"Mi. because it's just the two of you, I can hug you" he said.

"Tumbens. Use permission all," I thought inwardly.

"I can't take long. My mother will suspect. Shrimp yes it's 23:00 wib," I said and left him alone.

When I got home I saw my mother asleep in her room. Thankfully, my mother slept.

If I haven't slept, I'll be interrogated by a macem.

The next morning, as usual. Wake up early. After hearing the dawn adhan.

"What time did you return last night?" ask mommy. At the same time, my heart is heartless.

"Are you serious about him?" ask mom suddenly. I was immediately confused as to what to answer about it.

"Tem.anan...aja Ma'am," I replied a little nervously.

"I've seen your body language so many times, you're serious" my mom said to the point.

Again I was silent, unable to answer.

"You've made it clear that you're not the same, son Arga. All this?" ask mom as if she's looking.

"It's mom, so I asked my mother's opinion again about this, I'm ready to divorce," I said seriously.

My mother suddenly cried hearing my explanation earlier.

"It can not be maintained Mom, my marriage is the same Mas Arga," I explained again for the umpteenth time.

"What is your boss status, single or what?" ask me, and this time more details.

"Mother...awhile yes.there was an incoming call from my Boss," I said evading from mother.

"Yes Allah really does I want to answer. Fear of being wrong and will make your heart hurt" I said.

Mom approached me shortly. I urged him to answer his question immediately.

"I don't know either, Mom, all this time. As far as I know he's divorced from his wife," I answered, lying.

"You have to make everything clear. Don't take away people's husbands" said my mother.

I just nodded my head. But, on the other hand, I feel guilty for lying to my mother.

"Mom's hunch, he's not divorced from his wife, yet" the mother added.

"Mom she is still the husband of men" answered me, inwardly. If I had dared to answer that.

"Rethink the future of your children what if you divorce Arga. You're not ready yet to feed them" said the mother.

Mom's right. There are many consequences that I have to accept, if I become divorced with Mas Arga.(connected)