The Childish Husband
For the Fruit of the Heart
"Where's the job, Ben?" tanya Lestari while stomping on her husband's shoulder.
Ben is very comfortable with Lestari massage. "Capek, but happy," he said. He began to close his eyes because he was too enjoying the massage of the wife. Not happy what is meant in which part. Probably in the company with Clara.
"Thank God if you're happy," said Lestari was relieved. If Ben is happy, surely her husband can survive in running the job. The woman did not have time to ask if Ben's friend Papa Darman was a man or a woman.
Lestari was almost never jealous of Ben, because her husband almost never made her jealous. All this time, Ben had always been loyal to her, never turning away. Ben always spoiled Lestari so that she never thought about her husband. He believes in Ben's loyalty.
After Ben seemed to have fallen asleep, Lestari stopped her massage. Sometimes he rubbed his distended stomach.
As Lestari was about to go to the bathroom, she saw Ben's cell phone lying on the nightstand. The screen flickered, a sign that a phone was coming in. Lestari's curiosity appeared instantly. However, because he had been able to defecate, he also ignored the husband's phone.
Besides, maybe the one who called was Ben's friend. It is a waste of time if it is responded to. Surely the purpose of contacting Ben is to invite him to go play together. So, Lestari better ignore that phone alone.
After returning from the bathroom, she breaks down next to Ben. She looked at her husband's face with a smile. Lestari is very proud of Ben who is usually childish, finally now slowly willing to do his responsibility to make a living.
Lestari stroked Ben's hair slowly, until he fell asleep.
***
It has been a few days Ben pleases the wife because she diligently went to work. Lestari happy not to be a bitch. He also often gives thanks. He also talked to the fetus in his stomach.
"Mother's home alone, honey. There is usually your father. But now I'm working." Lestari continued to talk to her baby who was still in the stomach. She chose to be called Mother by the child, because mother is everything. He wants to be everything to the child.
"Actually I'm lonely. But, it's okay, the important thing is that you want to work. Now I'm with you, yes," he continued, stroking his distended stomach. You are now in the living room. There were some snacks on the table.
When he was busy talking to the baby in his stomach, suddenly there was a ringing bell, a sign that a guest was coming to see. The woman rushed to open the door.
"Mom Eni? What's wrong, Mom, why are you crying?" Lestari then rained down on her neighbor with questions from the middle of Bu Eni came with a bad situation.
Her tears were flowing, her face was not wearing. Surely his mood was not okay. Songak Lestari immediately hugged Bu Eni's body when the neighbor had not answered Lestari's question. Without saying anything, he knew that Bu Eni was having a severe problem.
Although not infrequently Bu Eni behaved as if he was hostile, often nagging, and never blamed Lestari for not being good at caring for his son who was entrusted overnight with Lestari and Ben. However, Lestari still pity to see Bu Eni in this condition.
He clutched the body of his neighbor. "Crying a lot is okay, Mom. Let's be relieved" said Lestari trying to calm Ms. Eni. He rubbed his back. "Later if you're relieved, new story, yes. Let's be more relieved" added the woman.
"This, Ma. Wear a tissue," said Lestari.
"Ma-thank you, yes, Nak Dance," said Bu Tari still stammering. Looks like something surprised him instead of a bitch.
"Yes, Mom. When you're ready to tell, yes, Mom." Lestari unceasingly set her eyes on my face Bu Eni. Sometimes he rubbed the shoulders of Bu Eni to just strengthen.
"Yes, Son. Maybe it's all my fault" he said back in tears. Women are like that. He felt himself so strong, but when explaining the problem, could not stem the tears.
"Why is it wrong, Mom? What's the matter exactly?" ask Lestari slowly.
"My husband cheated on me, son. He said because I was often angry." Her tears returned. Lestari again gave him tissue, occasionally directly washing Bu Eni's tears with the tissue he held.
To be honest, Lestari's heart was also furious when she heard the word cheating as expressed by Bu Eni. But she preferred to be quiet for a moment. He would not force his neighbor to tell him a story. He let Bu Eni tell him as he pleased.
"I am often angry. I like to be angry, with anyone. With Nak Dance I was often angry. But, that's a sign I love you all." Bu Eni was relentlessly dropping her tears until a hiccup. "But why does my husband not accept it. Why not thank me for giving me love?"
Lestari kept rubbing Bu Eni's shoulders. The look on his face is also now clouded after hearing the outpouring of his neighbor's heart. His heart also cramped. As a fellow woman, she understood very well what Bu Eni was feeling.
"I'm ugly too, son? But, I was also once beautiful when I was young," said Bu Eni. The crying began to stop.
"Bi Eni is still beautiful, her body is still good. Good at taking care of the house, taking care of the child as well. Even taking care of my husband. If your husband cheats on you, then the real problem lies with him, Mom. I see Bu Eni has done her best for the family, really." Lestari provides mental support so that Bu Eni is strong to deal with this difficult problem.
After feeling better enough, Lestari went to the kitchen to make Bu Eni a cup of warm tea.
Hearing of Bu Eni's troubles, Lestari becomes worried about her own husband. Ben Sudha has been busy lately. That means meeting a lot of women out there. Instantly he thought everywhere. Fear of unwanted things happening.
He returned from the kitchen with a cup of tea, then served it to his neighbor.
"Thank you, Son Dance. Forgive me if I am often angry with Nak Tari. Her husband is guarded, son. Don't let you feel what I feel." Bu Eni gave a message to Lestari.
Lestari's view now seems empty somewhere. His mind also became far-off wandering. But, he threw it away. He should not think about anything, for the health of his baby.