My Husband
Trouble

This afternoon I decided to go to Mas Jaya's office address.

Just as I was about to get out from the front gate of the compound, I saw Mas Jaya walking while carrying a small child. Inevitably I told the taxi driver to turn around.

"Before he gets there until I have to get there first. I don't want him to know that I want to leave without his permission" My inner whisper.

Just entering the key, I was shocked by the greeting behind me.

" Where are you going Za? " Ask with a smile...

I was a little surprised, trying to calm myself down

" Want to meet Mas's friend" I said while entering the house.

" Whose son is it?" I imagine asking when he sat the sweet little girl on the sofa in the living room.

" Sit here ya sayangggg "he said softly, and kissed the top of the little girl's head.

Instead of answering me... As usual, he asked me another question.

" What are you cooking this afternoon, Za?"

" I don't cook Mas, you never have lunch at home"

" i cooked today yes, I ask you to help accompany Miss "

I immediately changed my clothes and accompanied the sweet boy to play...

I am the one who has no suspicions whatsoever and still acts ordinary.

Perhaps due to tired of playing, the two-year-old sweet girl ended up sleeping as well.

" You brought a man's son into our house, didn't his mother look for Mas ? Ask her.

" I've asked permission to take him to our house "

" You didn't bring Miss here as a form of protest against me? " My question is full of search.

She tilted her sitting position facing me, looking at me closely.

" Za. I will still wait for your readiness to become a wife. "

I who heard his words only replied with a smile.  I don't know what to say. I admit, deep down in the recesses of my heart, I began to admire him.

I don't know if what I feel is love or not. But, when she left for the past few days, I felt very worried about her, and there was a sense of loss and longing for her.

" Lost, beautiful boy. Looks like you love him enough, sometimes bring me to play to his parents' house, for friendship. " Say me with a smile.

" You like it ? "

I answered the question with a nod of my head.

" Even though I said that he was my son? "

" What do you mean by your words? " I was quite surprised to hear his words.

" Yes... If I say that Miss is my son, will you still love him ?"

No words came out of her lips, she just looked at me.

Instantly there was a tightness in my chest. When I began to feel strange waves against him, when I wanted to open my heart to him, when I admired him, at that moment he threw out all the flavors I had on him.

I immediately left him, and went into the room.

I can't hold back my tears. Why should there be this pain that I feel when I start to love her....

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I felt like someone was shaking my body... My head was heavy, my eyes were hot and a little sore to open, not knowing how long I cried for myself, until I finally fell asleep.

I faintly heard as if Mas Jaya's voice called out to me.

" Wake up Za. Zahra get up"

I was shocked to feel someone pecking my forehead. I woke up and sat down. And saw Mas Jaya sitting in front of me.

" You sleep a long time, wake up... Let's go eat. Look at your eyes like that, what are you crying about ??"

I looked at the man sitting in front of me. Even if there was no guilt, he felt as if nothing had happened.

Yes ALLAH.. What a creature you made my husband. My inner speech.

The moment she wanted to hold my finger, I brushed it off. " Never touch me, Lord Heru Sanjaya!!! And please leave me alone!!!

" Za, what's wrong with you??. If I've got it wrong we can talk it all over with a cool head. Every problem there must be a solution and a way out" he said calmly.

I don't know why right now I'm really sick of seeing it...

" You can still speak this calmly, as if nothing happened?!.

You are indeed a very extraordinary human Mr. Heru Sanjaya, the honorable!! " I said, clapping, and

taking a deep breath, as well as throwing it violently.

"OKAY. Well, maybe right now you need calm". He said while smiling at me.

Before he disappeared in front of the door, he turned to look at me with a view that I myself could not interpret his view, because the current I feel the figure in front of me is not a human being.

" If you need anything, I'm outside "when he turns away...

I turned my memory back... I remember Dita's words.. My pal... He once warned me to end this relationship.

The unhappiness that Dita experienced in her household biduk only because of her husband's dislike of the family towards her, she felt intimidated, while her husband was more on the side of her family.

At first I believed that the man I was currently living with was a good and responsible person.

But today, after he brought the figure of the little angel into this house, all my judgments towards him changed.