My Husband's
Fear of Dinda
I stumble around like a child kidnapper. I looked around to make sure there were people or not. After feeling safe, I turned the door handle and slowly went inside after the door opened.
I saw Dinda curled up on the bed, crying almost inaudibly. I stepped closer to him now in a position behind me. I sat myself on the other side of Dinda's bed. I could see that she had wiped her tears and still had not turned her head. But I heard quite a shocking sentence from Dinda's mouth.
"Again, Ma. Dinda promises not to be close to Aunt Ana. Don't punish Dinda again, Dinda please. What you hit yesterday still hurts, Ma."
I was shocked to hear Dinda's words. I tried to touch his shoulder. I saw Dinda trembling. Fine, his body and voice were both trembling in fear.
"Ma, my God. Dinda did not accept Aunt Ana's glass. Oh, sorry, Mom."
I found the clothes covering her body. I was surprised to see cigarette smoke and bruises like they had been hit by a blunt object.
'Astagfirullah, what happened to this child?' My inner.
"Again, Ma. No," said Dinda.
"Minda." I finally made a sound.
Dinda immediately turned around and I could see she was shocked to see me here.
"Aunties. What's auntie doing here? Go aunt." Dinda pushed my body with all her might. But what are the children's powers like. At least I didn't move from my position.
"Dinda, relax. Your mother is cooking again. You Why? Who hit you?"
Dinda was silent. His face looked more frightened.
"Tante, go. Dinda begs."
"Tante has to say this to your papa." I was about to get out of my seat but I could feel Dinda holding my hand.
"If aunty ngadu, Dinda would say it's all aunty." Dinda looked at me with teary eyes.
I was shocked to hear Dinda's words. This little boy has dared to threaten me for fear of his mother.
"What's really going on, Din?" my many.
"Dindaaaa." I heard a call from outside. It was Sinta. Dinda began to pale and panic. So do I. What am I supposed to do? How'this? Should I hide?
"Well, what are you doing here?" ask Sinta with a sharp look. It seems like he was very angry to see me in Dinda's room.
"I want to talk to Dinda. But I called him not to wake up. Is he angry or is he the same as me?" I pretended to be upset.
"Yes, he doesn't want to see you anymore. Why did you use to go into his room. Out you!" Sinta pointed at the door to kick me out.
I walked away with my feet out. And it's safe, Sinta followed me. He didn't ask Dinda anything.
"Mbak, denger yes. Don't go into my son's room. Ma'am has no rights. Once again mbak enter without permission, I will stir this same mas Hadi.
I had to nod. Actually I want to complain about the condition of Dinda to Mas Hadi but the edges must be me who will be made a suspect. I'd better pretend I don't know. The important thing from now on is that I will try to gather evidence of Sinta's behavior towards Dinda. Hopefully, this effort managed to open the eyes of Hadi who was blind because of the love of the actor.
*****
That night, we had dinner together. I saw that Hadi was not eating as well as usual. I know because he's not eating my food.
"Mas, why?" Sinta who realized Mas Hadi's expression immediately asked.
"It's okay." Mas Hadi smiled at him.
"Don't you cook me?"
"Enak. But in the future let Ana aja who cook yes. You'll be tired again." Mas Hadi rubbed the back of Sinta's hand next to him.
"Yes, Sin. Sorry I fell asleep so I couldn't cook. From tomorrow leave all the cooking duties to me. Mas Hadi from the past was not so good at eating other than my cooking." I'm trying to heat up Sinta's man.
"Well, what am I a career woman and only a child." Sinta glanced at me and smiled mockingly.
I'm so upset about it. Why does he show me children so often? Show-off? Proudly?
"Timakan Sin, the cold hunt will be more unpleasant."
Sinta snorted at her words. Yes, how else, the cuisine is far from delicious. Less salt, the texture of the vegetable is still hard, sambal tastes bitter like my life, and fried chicken that flour as thin as the skin of the ari. I'm sure this time he's been cooking his whole life.
