My Husband's
Throe

"Oh yeah, Miss Ana, Dinda, I think it looks like a child lacks affection, yes. I see how he eats, how he makes friends, he's still scared. I think he's got past trauma, huh."

Jesus, my mother and I were surprised to hear Mala's words. Why should he ask this?

"Jawab dong, Miss Ana, just shut up. What Dinda was used to is Ms. Ana hitting it so it's like trauma that."

"Astaghfirullah, Miss Mala, you can't say that. It's called accusation. If there's no evidence, it could be slander." Now Ms. Hafizah is reprimanding him. This hijab-wearing woman, her nature and words are indeed very polite and always contain good advice.

"Lho, I'm just nanya. Just answer what's hard." Mala still doesn't want to be blamed. You are a selfish woman who likes to look for things.

"Sorry, yes, whatever Dinda's past is, I have no obligation to tell you." I answered him with a sniffle.

"Well, right, really, it means that Dinda has past trauma. Geez, so stepmom's really bad."

"Whatever, it's important that I reiterate that I never did what you were accused of just now."

"Here you go, Miss Mala, it can't be that." Novi is now advising Mala.

"You don't know what Dinda's doing? He was eating like a man afraid his food was taken. Continues when invited to play often scared. Do you know because of who? Yes because of him!"

Novi looked at me with a strange look. Ah, It seems like she's starting to incite Mala's words. In fact, Dinda's house is not like that. Why did he go to school like this? Is there something she fears?

"Yamaaaa!" Dinda was seen running towards me. He looks so cheerful. She was so spoiled when I rubbed her head.

"Where's the school, honey?" ask me while peeping his forehead many times.

I didn't respond to Mala's words. But, it's good that I asked Dinda why she was like that at school.

"Honey, he said you are often afraid of being played and afraid of food being taken. Is that true?" ask me to the point. Let them all hear what caused Dinda like that.

"Yes, Ma. Dinda was scared. Every time Dinda eats, someone likes to take Dinda's food to fall to the floor. If Dinda is invited to play, someone likes to push Dinda to fall."

Finally answered why my favorite child became like this. Apparently the trauma was not made by me, but his friend.

Now I can see Mala's disappointed face. I know for a fact that he was disappointed that I wasn't the culprit.

"It's been proven that it wasn't Miss Ana." Novi now defends me and corners Mala.

"Yes, as a mother, it's not good. Her son's time bullied she doesn't know."

Ah, this one human is never satisfied if it does not corner me.

"Darling, who did all that to you?" my many.

"This Auntie, Ma." Suddenly everyone was shocked when Dinda pointed towards Mala.

Likewise with him who does not expect if the perpetrator of the bullying of my son is his own son. It's worth the time at the mall his son continues to corner Dinda. Turns out this is the reason. He was the bully. Oh, my God, why didn't I realize before. Poor Dinda. Because of my negligence, Dinda became like this.