Who is thats?

This morning felt different for Andre. Finally, he and Diandra had made up. There was no longer the cold, sulky expression on his wife's face. He was attentive toward Richie and Keira, even taking them to school.

After dropping the kids off at school, Andre hurried back home. He had a surprise for Diandra a diamond ring.

"Di, this is for you," Andre said, handing her a small ring box.

"What’s this, Mas?" Diandra asked, puzzled.

She opened the box, her eyes lighting up when she saw the ring inside. Andre wrapped his arms around Diandra from behind.

"I’m sorry, darling," Andre whispered.

"It’s beautiful, Mas. You bought this for me?" Diandra asked.

"Of course. Who else would I buy it for? Let me put it on you." Andre carefully slid the ring onto Diandra's middle finger.

"It fits perfectly, Mas. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome, darling. I’ll do anything for you, Di."

Diandra turned to face him, and they embraced, their affection palpable. Andre felt an overwhelming sense of happiness as he saw Diandra smiling again. He thought to himself that she would no longer suspect him.

Diandra smiled. Perhaps Andre thought she had forgiven him, that she no longer suspected him. But in reality, she was growing even more suspicious of Andre’s infidelity. The question was, who was he seeing behind her back? That was something she needed to uncover.

After Andre left for the office, Diandra reached out to Selvia.

"Good morning, Di," Selvia greeted.

"Good morning, Sel," Diandra replied.

"It’s unusual for you to call so early. What’s up?"

"I’m more convinced now that Mas Andre is having an affair, Sel."

"Don’t think too negatively. Maybe it’s just your gut feeling," Selvia suggested.

"No, I’m sure of it, Sel. When Mas Andre makes a mistake, he becomes completely different," Diandra insisted.

"Different how?"

Diandra explained how Andre had been unusually attentive that morning, buying her a diamond ring and acting so affectionate.

"Di, just stop. Maybe Mas Andre did something in the past, but he’s changed now. I’m sure it's just your overactive imagination," Selvia tried to reassure her.

"Oh my God, Sel. I’m not imagining things. I’m absolutely certain Mas Andre is cheating."

"Di, why don’t you and Mas Andre go on a vacation? A honeymoon, just the two of you, without Richie and Keira. You need some time alone together to rebuild trust," Selvia suggested.

Diandra sighed. Was she overthinking things?

"Thanks for the suggestion, Sel. Maybe Mas Andre and I do need a second honeymoon," Diandra said, a hint of doubt lingering in her voice.

"See? That’s a great idea. Go ahead and schedule it."

"Thank you for the advice, Sel."

"Anytime, Di."

Diandra felt like maybe she was just too scared of losing Andre, especially after his past betrayal, which made her suspicious of him. She busied herself with her activities, grabbing her laptop to watch a Korean drama. She didn’t have much to do at home—her kids were at school, her husband was at work, and their household chores were taken care of by the housekeeper.

Selvia, on the other hand, felt relieved that she had convinced Diandra that Andre wasn’t cheating. She would continue to do everything she could to make sure Diandra never found out about their illicit affair.

By 1 PM, Diandra was on her way to pick up Richie and Keira from school. As she arrived, she noticed a group of mothers gathered, waiting for their children.

"Hi, Mom Kei. Why didn’t the driver come today?" asked Mom Dhanisa.

"He’s visiting family, Mom," Diandra answered.

"Hey, did you hear the latest gossip?" Mom Dhanisa asked.

"Gossip? What’s going on?" Diandra asked, intrigued.

And so began the usual gossip session as the mothers waited for their children. Some showed off their wealth, others bragged about their husbands' promotions, and there were always stories about others’ marriages. It was like a social media gossip account—full of rumors, fresh stories, and often unverified.

Richie and Keira soon appeared and ran to Diandra, saying goodbye to the mothers still chatting animatedly. Diandra smiled, realizing that for many housewives, these gatherings were a way to break the monotony of their daily routines.

"Mom, I’m hungry. Let’s eat out," Keira said.

"What do you want to eat, Kei?" Diandra asked, focusing on the road ahead.

After a brief debate between Richie and Keira, they decided on a Japanese restaurant for lunch. Diandra looked around for a comfortable seat.

Her frown deepened when she noticed a man she recognized sitting with a woman. From the back, the man looked just like Andre—his posture, his clothes, even his hair.

"Mom, is that Papa?" Richie asked, pointing at the man.

"Hmm, it looks like Papa," Diandra replied.

The woman sitting next to Andre got up, and Diandra grew even more curious about who she was. She decided to take Richie and Keira to Andre’s table.

"Papa!" both Richie and Keira shouted in unison.

Andre’s eyes widened in surprise, clearly startled by Diandra and the kids’ sudden appearance.

"What are you doing here?" Andre asked, trying to hide his nervousness.

"We’re having lunch. Keira wanted Japanese food, just like me," Diandra explained.

"Oh, my little princess is making me melt," Andre said, pulling Keira into an embrace.

"Papa, who were you eating with? I saw a woman sitting next to you," Richie asked curiously.

"Yeah, Mas. Who were you with? Where’s that woman?" Diandra asked, her tone sharp.

Andre was at a loss for words. He had been having lunch with Selvia.

"Come on, Di, let’s sit down. Why are you standing? Sit with us," Andre said, trying to distract Diandra, who was eyeing him suspiciously.

"What do you want to order?" Andre asked, calling over a waiter.

Andre felt trapped. He couldn’t just kick his wife and kids out of the restaurant.

Meanwhile, Selvia, who had just finished touching up her lipstick and hair, walked out of the restaurant bathroom. She saw Diandra and the kids from a distance and panicked.

"Oh no. That’s Diandra," she muttered anxiously.

"What should I do now? The only exit is the front door. Maybe there’s a back door?" she thought, desperately trying to avoid a confrontation.

She knew it wasn’t safe to return to the table, so she asked the waiter if there was another exit.

"Who was that person, Mas?" Diandra asked, her voice piercing.

"Just someone from the insurance company," Andre lied.

"Insurance? What insurance company? Why were you sitting so close together?" Diandra asked, suspicious.

"Di, we’re in a restaurant with the kids and others around. I’ll explain everything at home," Andre said.

"Why at home? Why not now?" Diandra pressed.

"Di, it’s not like that. Look at Richie and Keira—they’re here too. Don’t cause a scene in front of them," Andre urged.

Diandra fell silent. She knew she couldn’t argue in front of the kids, especially in a crowded restaurant.

**Mas is an affectionate and respectful ni

ckname for men to their elders from the Javanese language, Indonesia.