A Love Letter from My Wife
Sell bags or sell yourself?
One bottle of liquor was still in Martin's hands. The man staggered from where Martin used to hang out with his friends. His head also felt dizzy and he felt himself drifting. Sometimes Martin laughs alone, typical of people who are drunk.
Martin's body collapsed on the doorstep of Ms Marni's house, the glass bottle she was holding came loose and broke. Fortunately the bottle broke somewhere else, not where Martin had fallen. So that he can still be said to be safe.
Santika, who heard the sound of shards, immediately exited the house to check what was really happening outside. How shocked Santika was when she found her husband's body lying on the floor.
"Mom! Mama!" call Santika to Miss Marni who may have fallen asleep. "Mother, help me get Mas Martin to my room!" Santika called Ms. Marni repeatedly because her mother did not come out.
The door of Ms Marni's room opened, she who was still sleepy trying to walk towards the main door. Miss Marni saw her eldest daughter trying to carry Martin. Miss Marni immediately helps Santika by putting one hand of Martin on her shoulder.
"Martin why?" mama Marni asked in surprise because her daughter-in-law was lying on the front floor of the house.
"At least drunk, Mom." Santika answered his potluck because he also saw a broken bottle of alcohol not far from where Martin was lying.
Santika and Ms. Marni try to lay Martin's body slowly in bed. Suddenly Martin woke up and muttered softly that he needed water to drink. Santika immediately helped her husband to drink, while Miss Marni came out of the room and closed the door again.
Martin turned to the side, with his other eye Martin seeing Natasya sleeping next to him. Martin let out a rough sigh and he woke up his wife's daughter.
"Wake you! Sleep out there!" martin's word to Natasha.
Santika also took the initiative to wake Natasya, he forced his son's hand until Natasya really woke up.
The little girl cried, her voice airing in the silence of the night. Making the whole house more upset and want to be angry.
"Starting tonight, you sleep outside the room. Don't you dare sleep in Mom's room again, Dad!" threaten Santika to Natasya who is still crying. The little girl sat on the living room sofa while hugging her already flat doll.
"Can you take care of a child actually? Noisy, I'm going to sleep!" Martin's voice again rang out from inside the room, he shouted to express his frustration at Natasya's cry.
Santika's emotions were already similar to a stove that was ready to explode. She's Natasya's ear jewel, "Shut up! It's so noisy being a kid. Don't make your father angry again with Mom" Santika threatened her daughter. Santika had absolutely no idea how her daughter would sleep tonight.
Natasya, who was a child, was trying to understand what was happening. In Natasya's mind, if she doesn't stop crying then she will get a pinch or a blow from Santika again, finally Natasha forced herself to shut up.
The little girl laid her body on the sofa, slowly she began to fall asleep while hugging the shabby blue stitch doll and its shape turned flat. Natasha slept without a blanket or pillow. Not even from Miss Marni or Luciana would invite Natasha to sleep with them in the room.
At exactly two in the morning, Santika woke up from her sleep. As usual, he will make donuts that he will later put in the shop while leaving for his employer's house. He had to endure his sleepiness and fatigue. All this Santika did was so that she would not be beaten by Martin if her husband asked her for money.
Early in the morning, Martin woke up from sleep. Santika was no wonder that she had to hear Martin vomiting in the bathroom like he is today. Santika also made warm tea for Martin before he left for work.
Martin walked gontai towards the dining table, he sipped a warm tea made by his wife. His gaze was now fixed towards the bag lying on the dining table as well. Martin took his wife's bag and looked for money in it.
"What are you looking for, Mom?" santika asked in shock, she had just returned from the room to change clothes but after going to the kitchen Santika saw Martin was searching the contents of his bag.
There was no reply from Martin, he took his wife's wallet but Santika was quickly able to snatch it again. Martin's not his name if he loses.
Now that Martin is getting more brutal, he slaps Santika's face until she staggers back. Not stopping there, Martin also pushed Santika's body until his wife fell.
He took the wallet in Santika's hand and Martin took all the money in his wife's wallet.
"Don't take it, Mas. It's to buy ingredients to make doughnuts again tomorrow as well as to shop!" jolt Santika while crying withstood the pain in his face, back and waist due to a slap from Martin and hit by a wall.
"Just this money? You must still be nyimpen the others, right?" asked Martin. The money he just got from Santika wallet there was only 300 thousand rupiah.
"It's just the rest of my money, Mas. I don't have any more money" Santika replied.
Martin leaves Santika, he moves into the room and picks up some branded bags belonging to his wife that are stored in the closet.
Santika follows Martin and he tries to prevent Matin, "Where are you going to take my bags, Mas?" jolt Santika on the sidelines of her crying.
"You want me to sell, let me get some money!" martin replied while pushing Santika's body again until she fell back.
"Don't you fuck my stuff, Mas! It's mine!" Santika is not willing if his luxury goods are sold by Martin.
"Keep, how do you give me money? You want to sell yourself? Mending you sell yourself or these bags that I sell?" Martin stared angrily at Santika, his eyes flushed red with anger.
Santika fell silent, not thinking that Martin would tell him to sell himself. Santika was his wife, not a lover let alone someone else.
"How could you say that to me, Mas." Santika was crying.
As for Martin, he did not care about Santika and immediately went to bring some branded bags owned by his wife for him to sell again. Martin knows a place that likes to sell used goods but the quality is not cheap.