The Childish Husband
Trapped in a Jacket

After being stuck in traffic for about an hour, they arrived at Papa Darman's office. Ben opens the car door for Clara. The woman smiled sweetly because of Ben's treatment which was also so sweet to her.

Papa Darman, who had already arrived there, rebuked Clara and Ben who had just arrived simultaneously. "Clara, why are you so late?" asked Papa Darman with a serious face.

Clara glanced at the face of the man who was already considered her lover. But Ben said nothing. Clara hopes Ben will defend himself in front of Papa Darman.

"Sorry, Om. I'm late because I'm stuck in traffic" said Clara casually call her boss om.

"What's? Um you said, Clara?" asked Papa Darman in a raised voice. He does not accept being called om by his own employees. Clara should have been more respectful to herself as a superior.

"I'm sorry, I mean sir," replied Clara, looking down. He was afraid of being yelled at by his boss. The woman still hopes Ben will defend her, but the opposite is true. Ben just kept quiet.

Papa Darman's view now turns to the child who was just a wayangnari nampao silent. "And you Ben? Why is it the same with Clara?"

Ben just kept looking down. "Ehm. I picked him up, ", Ben blatantly said. He wasn't even afraid that Papa Darman would report his behavior to Lestari.

"Clara doesn't usually ride a motorcycle? Why bother asking Ben to come?" Papa Darman started skinning them both. It seemed that the middle-aged man was not happy to see the closeness of the child with Clara.

And apparently, Clara does not have a car because the salary earned is always used for fun. A statement that is inversely proportional to what Clara said to Ben some time ago. But Ben doesn't seem to care about Clara's lies.

"Ec ... I didn't ask to be picked up, Om. Uh, that means sir. It was Ben who picked me up" Clara said in self-defense. However, he was afraid of being kicked out of this job.

Meanwhile, Ben did not say a word. He just showed a flat face with an unclear view out of nowhere.

"Yes already, there began work," Papa Darman ordered. He then glanced at the child. "Ben, you're at work in Papa's room" she suggested. It seems Papa Darman has also started to suspect that the two of them are more than just ordinary friends.

Ben who had just been silent refused his papa's orders. " No. I'm coming with Clara. It could also. If the same Papa will have to be entangled again, lazy." Ben seems to rebel, he refuses to be separated from Clara.

"Yes, it's up to you." Dizziness, Papa Darman also chose to leave them both. He then went into his room.

At Ben's residence, Lestari is still tolerant in bed. Unlike usual, which is where this hour has completed some homework. This time he let it all fall apart. Besides, Ben also now can not appreciate the results of his work. Even the mascana he made yesterday is still. Not eaten by her husband.

Lestari was really disappointed. In the past, when Ben was still lazing, she did hope that her husband could turn into a hardworking figure. But now, when Ben has begun to work diligently, Lestari hopes Ben can return like the figure of Ben who was ready. Ben was always home.

As he was daydreaming at the window, his eyes suddenly focused on the arrival of Mama Rita, his father-in-law. He quickly woke up with ogah-ogahan.

Throw a hair tie in a drawer. Then it went to the front door before Mama Rita knocked on it.

"Sound mom. Dance and baby sister are also healthy, right?" Mama Rita asked back while stroking Lestari's distended stomach.

"Healthy, Ma," Lestari replied a little forced.

Mama Rita sat in the living room without waiting for Lestari's invitation. "Healthy but my face is so. What's up, honey?" mama Rita asked slowly. He already considers Lestari like his own son. If anything happens, he will also feel the pain.

Lestari daydreamed for a moment. He recalled Ben's attitude lately. The scent of perfume that was attached to Ben's body.

"Is there anything in the heart, dear? Try the story." Mama Rita continues to persuade her daughter-in-law to tell stories.

Perhaps by telling a story, he can help Lestari. But, Lestari was still speechless with a thousand languages. He also remembered the message of the wise man, which whatever happens in the household, no matter how much trouble occurs in the household, never tell anyone else. Just keep it in your heart.

"Or maybe you want to shop with Mama to the mall?" bargained for. It's so tempting for women like Clara. However, not so attractive in the eyes of women like Lestari.

"Dance to sleep, Ma. It feels really tired again," said Lestari in a hoarse voice because he had not spoken to anyone today. He leaned his shoulder on the sofa.

"Here is her hand let Mama flinch." Mama Rita offers to massage Lestari even if only on the hand.

Suddenly Lestari clung tightly to her in-law's body. Her tears are now beginning to fall. "Mama," she said. Actually, he wanted to cry and express what he felt. But, he ignited that intention.

Perhaps with the embrace of his in-laws was enough to treat his bad thoughts. I hope that.

"Honey," replied Mama Rita rubbing the back of her daughter-in-law. "Are you okay?"

Lestari did not answer. He let go of the embrace, then wiped away the tears that had fallen.

In Papa Darman's office, Ben and Clara are seen sitting so close together. Ben did not sit in his place, but rather shifted his seat right next to Clara. Today they are not focused on working. They glanced at each other more often, then looked into each other's eyes for a long time.

Ben didn't take off Clara's hand. He was very comfortable with the hands of the beautiful woman who was very delicate. Occasionally Ben grabbed the body with a height that was almost parallel to it.

While staring at each other and embracing each other, the phone handle on Clara's desk rang.

"I picked up first, yeah, Ben baby," said Clara. He even dared to call the husband of people with the title of dear. Although he does not know if Ben is actually married.

"Udah no need. It's comfortable like this, responsibility." Ben tightened his embrace. Now Clara is seen leaning on the man's chest. With hands interlocked. Instead of working, they make fun.