“Drinking coffee?” Helmut asked who suddenly was near us. Qiana stood by her side. The four of us turned toward the couple. “It sounds interesting. Aren’t you going to ask me, too?”
“Does your wife also complain about your manner that is no better than how Hendra treats his wife, Helmut?” Eduardo asked meaningfully.
“Ouch!” Helmut put his hand on his left chest. “Your wife, too?”
“Doesn’t it clearly show out?” Eduardo confessed. Spontaneously, we laughed seeing Qiana and Lindsey blushed.
“What about you, Giovanni?” Eduardo asked Darla’s husband, who walked up toward us with his wife. “Do you want to have a cup of coffee with us?”
The man looked at us one by one and then toward his wife. “I don’t remember that we suddenly became good friends. All that I know is that our wives are friends. And it was because of a credit card accident.” Giovanni joked. My friends and I smiled meaningfully toward each other.
“If our wives loved to gossip about us, their husbands, why didn’t we do the same thing? Talk about our wives?” Eduardo teased with a shrug of his shoulders.
“I’m in.” Giovanni answered quickly. We laughed together.
“I’m not sure you’ll talk about us when you invite my husband. All that’s in his head is political, political, and political matters.” Qiana rolled her eyes.
“That’s way better, Qia. My husband won’t stop talking about cars. If he does it, next month the collection of his car would have increased,” Lindsey complained. The husbands looked at each other in amusement.
“See what I’m saying? At times when they’re with us, they dare to speak improperly about their own husbands. What do you think they talk about behind us?” Eduardo said. We laughed together again.
I could feel the look from Qiana and Lindsey toward me. Hendra possessively wrapped his arms around my waist. We stood so close and he did not seem to be bothered at all. If only those two pairs of eyes did not look at me without blinking, the embrace would feel comfortable.
“I have to go to the toilet.” I whispered to my husband. He smiled and nodded.
“Okay.” He bowed his head and kissed my lips. There, in front of our friends. My face flushed. From the corner of my eyes, I saw my two friends took their eyes off me.
After saying my excuse at the others, I went to the adjoined bathroom in our bedroom. I looked at the mirror and bowed my head sadly. Thirty years and I could not enjoy life as much as I want. Seeing how Lindsey and Qiana were jealous at my husband’s affection for me, I felt guilty. If my two friends thought that I was happy with Hendra’s love for me, they were wrong. I was tortured and eager to escape this marriage as soon as possible. But, how?
The man never stopped surprising me. All of that thing he did made me feel guiltier and troubled getting away from him. I liked surprises, did not get me wrong. Whether in the form of goods, attention, or a surprise party as it was going on right now. Hendra knew that very well. However, how did I make him understand that I was not happy with him?
If I just told him plainly that I wanted a divorce from him, he would ask me why. If he knew the reason, he would ask for an opportunity to fix it. In the end, we would not be divorced.
We would never be divorced because Hendra would try everything to make our marriage worked. Not merely for himself but for me, too. In order to make me happy and no longer intend to leave him. For that one thing, he was an expert. He always knew how to make me happy. And for that reason only, I would feel guilty about asking for a divorce from him.
Going back to the ground floor, I saw the guests were chatting with each other. They seemed to enjoy the food and drinks that could be taken as much as they wanted. I laughed seeing my brother did not stop eating. In one corner, I saw Hendra talking to one of our neighbors. Looked like he did not miss me. I smiled.
“Hendra’s so happy.” Coming the voice of the woman I knew from behind me. I quickly turned my head toward her.
“Mom,” I greeted Naava, my mother-in-law.
Unlike the three of my friends who had a complicated relationship with their mothers-in-law, I was lucky enough. Mom loved me. She never tried to dictate or criticize what I was doing. Whether it was about myself or what I did to her son. She did not even try to teach or advise me when I did not ask her opinion. Our relationship was good and very close. Mom often called just to talk or ask me to have lunch with her. Sometimes, mother-in-law took me to go shopping together.
The good side of our relationship was when Hendra argued with me in front of his mother, Naava always stood on my side. Only then could I win our debate. It did not make my husband felt defeated or cheated. He was happy to see her mother more in favor of her daughter-in-law than her son.
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