The Beginning of a Famous Writer
Claiming urged

"Bund, you can't be like this. Mother must hear father's explanation. If we need to meet Cita Rahayu's. I don't want our household to fall apart especially until the divorce bund." Racau.

"But I don't need an explanation from you anymore, because the evidence is all here." I said aloud while lifting my phone on the air right in front of my husband's face.

"But that's not true proof bund. It's entrapment. I didn't return that message at all. If you don't believe you can check dad's phone. This please check for yourself!" Reply to the husband also loudly, while pointing his phone at me.

"No need to check or what the name is, it could be that you have deleted your reply history. Never again will I believe in all your defense. It's been proven in your chat screenshots that you said you would make a play so I didn't suspect. So what other explanation do you want to give?" I smashed him with fire.

"But for God's sake. I didn't send that message, Bund. Believe me!" Husband looks at my bead.

For a moment I was stunned. Worryingly. But I quickly shook off that feeling.

"Okay, if you don't answer the message. And it's just manipulation, a trap. Or whatever the name is, whatever. But what about this photo?" I was re-ignited with emotion when I looked at the photo.

The photo shows the husband embracing, holding*ng, memel*k, even their distance leaves only a few centi.

"Mother okay. Tell me about this photo. That's right dad. But father did that because he suddenly fainted, and the position of Cita was near the father. Spontaneously he caught his body about to collapse to the floor. And a friend of mine asked my father to pick him up and deliver him to the guest room of Noni's house, because we had a reunion meeting there. And it's not dad himself all the friends of friends followed to the room as dad drove Cita to the room. But why did all the friends who entered the room arrive there invisible? And who has photographed that scene. Until slander happens like this." My husband explained about the photo.

But I still can't believe it.

"Hello.... My father is not stupid! How could a fainted person's hand hold on to your waist and shoulders? Doesn't a person faint if carried away*ng or raised his hands will droop down? Why is your face so close? Does it have to be that close? What cheap defense are you doing ha?" I stared intently at my husband.

My husband went back to looking at the photos on my phone. He looked at each of the photos.

"Yes, that means the stumbling block is also a trap for Bund's father." Still defending and sure this is all a trap.

"OK it's a trap. Keep the receipt of this transfer evidence is also a trap?" I violently snatched the phone from his hand and went back to the cell phone, looking for evidence of the transfer sent by the unknown number as well.

"This is right, bund. Dad did send money to his account, because he borrowed money, he said he was again having economic difficulties. Because it just left you...."

"Yes, but you have to trust me this time with you. The father who once felt economic distress, felt pity and immediately lent it. That's the only reason dad lent him a bundle. Just wanted to help. But I know here my dad did it wrong, because it's not your permission. I'm sorry, bund. Trust me, you never do what you're accusing. Dad still holds the promise of faithful bund." Husband cuckling.

But I don't care and don't believe it at all.

"With that much nominal? You lend it to someone else, to your ex again. Why can't you tell me? If you lend it to your family or other relatives, maybe I can take it without you telling me first. But this is to your ex? Try if it was all I did? I lent it to my ex without telling you first. Can you accept that?" Tuddingku rough.

"But he urged Bund, he said it was necessary right then and there. I intend once in the new house will tell mother."

"Didnapped? You can whatsapp me first. This is the time of now esteemed boss Ardi." I'm getting pissed

"Yes it's dad's fault, I'm sorry." He said while taking my hand.

"I would no longer be touched by a traitor like you. Please get out of here!" I avoided my hand that he had almost grabbed and pushed him back out.

"I won't get a step out of this house until there's a yellow letter between us. If the letter had existed without coercion I would have left this house, and brought nothing. I don't need two big bags. I will only come out with clothes on, because all the success I get is the efforts of both of us, then all that I will leave for the children. But I'll never let that happen. Moreover, divorce occurs because of the slander of them they are." Speak at length.

"What are you still here for. I'm not touched by you." I'm firm.

"If that's the case, I promise I won't touch until all the evidence I get. But I make sure I will stay here, take care of mother and child and remain faithful to take mother where. Because I want to make sure that the person I love the most is okay. So stop kicking me because we're still husband and wife. As long as the divorce hasn't happened, you're still my responsibility. I'll sleep in this room even on the floor." Said firmly. After that he stored the bag in the side of the closet, and he took a pillow and he slept on the floor which was only carpeted.

I was still standing where I was. I'm very worried, trusting the husband or the evidence of the shipment from the unknown number. I took a long breath. And finally I decided to perform the Isya prayer. While the husband was asleep, a soft snoring sounded the sign that he was already in his dreamland.

***

Morning after we got ready for school. I accepted my husband's decision to stay here, still take me to school. Because my mother does not know our problems, so I also have to play in front of my mother, so that she does not think, because my mother is old, I can not burden her with my problems. Let me give in a little, as I seek the truth of the matter. I don't want to be rash either. By the time we all got on the bike, it arrived....