25 Years of Father
Husband's Return

My quarrel with my father at that time no longer made my relationship with my father warm. Anxiety every time I think of my dad going out of town by myself I can now stand it. Because Angga, because the lies that are done now my relationship with my father is really far away.

Two weeks didn't feel like time was going so fast. My husband has come home with anxiety on his face. Because I don't want to talk to him. Every day I choose to be quiet even when we are making a video call.

I don't care, maybe at this time I have sinned as a wife silences her husband when he returns home. But, this once I just want to emphasize what I don't want to happen in my household. I have to affirm things that cannot be violated. It was all for the sake of our marriage.

“Anggia, I'm home. Why go inside. Let's talk first.” Angga pulled my hand when he arrived at the door of the house.

I just came to open the door with no intention of seeing his face at all. My chest is so sick. I shouldn't have heard any harsh words from my father if Angga hadn't lied to me. Even during our quarrel he was still focused on the streets outside his work.

Not one bit he thought about the consequences of his lies. Honey, any anger I can't vent harshly on her. Only tears are shed every time I feel this pain.

“Never touch me, Angga. Don't think the problem between us is over.” My eyes look so sharp at him.

“OK. Okay I was wrong, Anggia. Please forgive me..”

My cynical laughter I showed him. I don't like to hear his words.

Angga's hands were placed on both of my shoulders. In his eyes in both eyes. “I'm really sorry, Anggia. I didn't do anything there. Please trust me.”

“Cih believe in you? After what you sell?” I screamed back.

“OK I lied. But I'm not messing around. I'm not cheating, Anggia.” Hearing the evasion from my husband, it felt like my head wanted to break once.

Why is it so hard to understand him.

“Treason in marriage is not just a matter of cheating or not, Angga. The lies, including betrayal. How can I forgive you? How can I start with as if nothing ever happened? Have you lost my trust? I'm tired already. From now on it's up to you what. From now on I won't work. You dare mess with my mind, then I won't want to work anymore. I work hard to focus at home, willing you brackets every day at home without going anywhere. That's where you lied to me. I don't work for me, Angga. It's our future savings. Have you ever thought about what I'm fighting for?” I don't feel my tears falling.

Maybe everyone never believed how tired I was working without time. Day and night I work. Even my home and kitchen work on their own.

Compared to before marriage, my life was very fulfilling. I never felt like I was struggling so hard that my body crumbled every time I woke up from sleep in the morning. Being a voice in a novel is not easy to pass. My throat was often sore and dry. It is not uncommon for my voice to be completely lost. At that time, I will focus on writing a novel.

Honey, all the work that people don't see sometimes makes them underestimate my work.