The Retaliation of My Husband's Infidelity
alana

After receiving a phone call from her teacher dirga, I hurriedly drove my car to her school dirga.

Arriving at the school derga I hurriedly parked the car and went straight to the teacher's room where dirga was.

Just getting there, I saw that there were some teachers and four children including Dirga and also some other people who had belom I had seen before.

If I don't guess wrong, maybe they are parents of three children who are with them.

" Assalamualaikum, sorry I came late" I said. Because the distance of the place with the school was a little far away.

" Greetings waalaikum, o bu Alana, it's okay ma'am, let's go in" said the teacher was polite.

I went in and sat down in the chair that was ready.

While Dirga and his three friends were standing in the corner of the table.

I watched him, he just kept quiet and didn't look at me at all, he looked down and just looked at the floor.

While the other three friends, standing with a slightly messy state.

I'm curious.

" I'm sorry before what's going on, sir?" Ask me without saying yes .

" O yes bu lana, it happens that alana's mother has come.dirga and..." Belom had the teacher continued his words. Suddenly there was a mother who immediately attacked the teacher's conversation.

" O so this is the mother of that delinquent child, hey look, it was your son, my son got hurt like this, my son got hurt like this, your son is not well educated, so he's a delinquent like this." Speak with a sharp tone and angry.

"Sorry what do you mean?" Ask me still don't understand.

"Still not understanding either? He's your son, whose name is Dirga, right?" Ask the other mother while pointing at him in a dislike voice.

" Well, he's my son, why?" Ask me to try to hold on to patience.

" Your son has beaten our son. Look at them battered your son who is like a market thug" he said later.

I was shocked and surprised to hear his words. I looked towards Dirga.

"Dirga, why did you hit your friend?" Ask her, but the teacher answered

" I'm sorry ma'am maybe this is just a misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstanding how sir, our son was injured by that delinquent, we are asking for compensation. Because the son of a delinquent has made our son in pain, .." he has not yet continued his speech.

"Enough.." I shouted out loud.

It made those in this room surprised.

" Don't try to call my child a delinquent" I said again with a slightly raised tone.

" Look, the mother just like that, deserves her child also ," said the mother did not want to lose.

"Bu be patient, ma'am, we invited my mother here to discuss and resolve this in a good way" said the headmaster firmly.

Everyone was silent hearing the headmaster speak.

" So ma'am, Dirga had hit all three of her friends blindly,, after we asked her the reason, she didn't want to talk, she said, we were surprised because the quiet dirga never once oun problems with anyone at school all this time. So we invited Lana's mom here to ask her why she beat up her friend, how do you know she wants to talk honestly to mom." The principal said at length.

"Dirga, come here son" I said gently, because I never spoke rudely and yelled at him, even when I was angry.

My son approached but remained silent. He lifted his head and looked at me, but I could not see the face of regret on his face, only sadness and hurt were visible there.

I was so surprised why he.

"Dirga why beat up friends of dirga, they do evil as dirga son?" Ask me and hold her hand.

" Bun, is it true that I'm a collector" he said after a long silence.

"Deg"

I was really surprised not to be a bitch, did not expect him to say this, could not he know if he was not our child, who told him.

"Who says it, son, "ask me on her .

"They often mocked and said I was a foster child, said I was picked up from the garbage can then he hit them bun, is it true that he is not a mother's child?, " Tanya dirga and tears escaped drop by drop.

I shook my head, "you're the mother's son, who says you're the pickle boy" I said and hugged him,, .Dirga was crying in my arms.

Everyone was still looking at us.

I can't take it with them to blame my son. After Dirga calmed down, I let go of her embrace.

"So it's clear here whose child is wrong?" Ask them.

"Yes but it can't be so dong, my ank is hurt, must be responsible," said one of the student's guardians did not accept.

" What do you want ?" Ask me again.

"We ask for compensation "wrongly answer again.

It's not a matter of money or compensation, but it's a matter of justifying who's right and who's wrong. I obviously don't accept it because my son wasn't wrong.

"Didn't you just hear what my son said, that your son is disturbing him?" I asked again with emotion.

"Can't be so dong, besides our son is not wrong anyway"

"Not wrong? It's obvious they're making a fake news you're saying not wrong?" Ask me not to understand.

"Yes we heard this news from someone ourselves, and we also know it" they said they did not want to lose.

" Who said you weren't my son? "

"There is a man mbak mbak who said that the child named dirga was open biological children but a collect child, and he also came here every day to bring his master's children really" say them again?

I wanted to ask further but the principal interrupted immediately .

It's already ma'am, now it's clear the subject .

The wrong bearti in siki is not dirga but the three of them who have insulted and bullied and mocked him. So the problem is quite up here," said the principal.

"Yes can not be so dong sir, what about the wound of our son, anyway we ask for compensation 10 million" they said.