My Husband's
Turns out

[ANAP]

Today, Mas Fandi and I went to Sinta's known home through someone Mas Fandi sent to track down the place.

But before that, we looked for Dinda in the streets around the place. I'm sure today Dinda must have been told to pack again.

Long looking, we finally found Dinda who was sitting limp on the edge of the sidewalk.

I ran to him. "Minda." I rubbed his pale-looking face and his body temperature was hot.

"Why you, baby?" ask me to worry.

"Well," he said slowly.

"Buy water." I ordered Mas Fandi's bodyguard to buy a bottle of mineral water.

Mas Fandi came to me. "Why, An?"

"Dinda, Mum. His face was pale."

Not long after, the water came. I quickly gave it to Dinda. He drank the water until it ran out. It seems like he is very thirsty.

"Why you, baby?" ask again.

"No papa, Aunt. Aunty's better get home." Dinda looked at me doubtfully.

"Where's your mama?"

"Auntie, don't be here. Later Dinda was beaten and not given to eat anymore," he said while holding back tears.

"Darling, dengerin Aunt. You want to come with Auntie. We stay together. Don't worry, Om Fandi will take care of everything. He's gonna help us." I looked towards Mas Fandi. It's really strange. He just kept staring at Dinda.

"Mas, dong by the way." I elbowed Mas Fandi.

"Eh, yes. Dinda, you calm down. We'll get you out of your mama." Mas Fandi convinced Dinda.

"Now where's your mama?" ask again.

"Mama at home, Auntie.mama is sleeping at this hour because of the malemnya mama work."

"What work?"

"No idea, Auntie. Mama always comes home at five in the morning but I'm like somebody else is dizzy."

I understand what Dinda said. Surely Sinta often drunk every night.

Dinda nodded. I carry her. Like a child who misses mom, she hugs me all the way. I could feel the tremors of his sobs. O God, my heart is broken to see this little child has been subjected to inner pressure and torture from his own mother.

We also reached a house located not far from the highway. We did not bring a car because the road was very narrow.

The house is very small. Chubby, dirty and unkempt. I can't imagine how Dinda could live like this.

Mas Fandi tried to knock on the door of the house. He knocked until the door was finally opened. I handed Dinda over to a bodyguard.

I can't wait to pull her hair and slap her face. But I see a weird thing here. Both Fandi and Sinta were silent and kept staring at each other.

"Mas, Fandi." Sinta covered her mouth with both hands.

"Arshi?" Mas Fandi was no less surprised.

"Mas, he's Sinta." I reminded Mas Fandi.

"An, he's this,,,,, Arshi. Arshinta, my ex-wife."

I was surprised to hear that. It turns out that Sinta is the ex-wife of Mas Fandi who once left her while pregnant?

"So Dinda,,,,,,"

"Yes, An. Dinda is my son." Mas Fandi clarified my sentence.

Mas Fandi approached Dinda and hugged and kissed her. "My son!"

Dinda who was astonished could only shut up.

"Dinda, Om Fandi it's your papa." I tried to explain to Dinda.

"Papa? Papa Dinda and Papa Hadi."

"Dear, Hadi is not your Papa. Om Fandi Papa you."

"Papa." Dinda hugged Mas Fandi tightly. He cried loudly in Mas Fandi's arms. It seemed clear that he had just found a place of self-protection from the cruel mother.

"Mas, are you back? We're referring to Mas?"

Not knowing the shame Sinta said that.

Mas Fandi turned to Sinta and approached her.

"You want, right? We're rebuilding our family."