A Love Letter from My Wife
Wife doesn't know herself

Santika looks around for her purse in the bag she used yesterday for arisan with her social friends. Santika remembered that she had not forgotten to put down her wallet. Last night he still saw that the wallet was in the bag, but just now when Santika wanted to take the money to pay for her online shopping, Santika did not find her wallet anywhere.

Santika turns to her dresser, she searches inside the drawer but still does not meet. He did not give up, Santika instead looking for his wallet to his other bag but the results remain the same. Santika doesn't get his wallet anywhere.

"Mom, I still have to take the package somewhere else." The package courier in front again called Santika because Santika did not come out.

With a quick step, Santika looks for Martin who was in the kitchen. But in the middle of the road to the kitchen, Santika saw Miss Marni was counting money in the room. Santika went straight into the room and took Ms Marni's money as much as four red sheets.

"Eh, what the hell are you? Turn around the money!" jikak Bu Marni while glaring.

"Later to go back, Mom. Borrow it for a while to pay for my groceries. This mother, I'm like anyone. The same kid himself is also stingy," Santika replied. He got out of Miss Marni's room and left the house. He gave the red money as much as four sheets earlier to the courier package.

"Thank you, Mom." The courier just left from there without many words. For him, the important thing is that he's been paid. For other matters, the courier still does not want to know because it is not his business.

Santika returned to the house. Upon arriving in the room, he saw Martin sleeping on the bed while playing with a cell phone. Santika put the package box on the table and then he approached Martin.

"Mas, did you see my wallet in the bag?" santika asked as she crossed her hands in front of her chest.

Martin glanced at Santika, then he turned to glance at the package that had been placed on the dressing table by Santika. Martin sighed softly, he put his phone in his pants pocket and stood up.

"Look, I took the money to buy cigarettes, quota, coffee, same for my friends' alcohol treat last night" Martin replied lightly.

Santika's chest rumbled, she was angry to hear Martin's reply. Both her eyes stare at her husband, "You are what the hell, Mas? That's the money I made me pay for my groceries! Why did you take it?" jakak Santika who has been overcome by emotions.

Martin was emotional, his eyes were glaring at Santika, "You should have realized, the money was also my life! Not you! So it's only natural that I took the money!" Martin yelled back at Santika for not willingly being yelled at by his wife. Martin feels his pride really falls if until he loses to women. That's what Martin thinks now.

"Yes, but you gave me that money, Mom! I deserve that money! I am your wife, your job is to make money to support me!" reply Santika again.

"Yes I'm not paying anymore! It's only natural that I took the money I gave you! That's my money too! I'm the one who's struggling, hot, rainy, and you're good at home. So now you want to protest if I take the money? You should have dong!" Martin did not hesitate to throw a sentence that could hurt Santika.

Miss Marni hears a fight between Santika and Martin. He rushed to see her from the doorway of his eldest daughter's room. Miss Marni wants to come forward and defend Santika but she doesn't dare.

"Well, if you haven't paid, you should get extra money from anywhere! Don't do this! Now I don't have any money at all. How do we shop for dinner tomorrow?" Santika was still yelling at Martin without fear.

Martin felt his ears almost burst to hear the sound of Santika's bells constantly screaming nonstop. His head felt dizzy from thinking about his wife who was very wasteful and could not see any good things.

"You are wasteful! You can't manage finances! You are constantly wasting money!" martin's anger at Santika. "You can buy three branded bags in a month, cosmetics, treatments, branded clothes and all sorts of things! You're a wasteful one, Santika!" martin shouted right in front of Santika's face.

Santika did not accept being said to be wasteful by Marin. Her chest rumbled and her lips were eager to spout harsh words for her husband, "You alone are giving me a little money! You want a beautiful wife, but you're complaining about my treatments, expensive cosmetics and branded clothes. You are poor, Mom!" balas Santika so inadmissible said wasteful.

Martin was angry. His eyes were red, his hands clenched tightly and he was ready to slap for Santika. But lucky Santika, Miss Marni quickly ran and dispelled the hand of Martin who was almost hit the face of Santika so that Martin failed to slap Santika.

"Son Martin, please don't be rude to Santika. After all, Santika is your wife." Ms. Marni pleaded with her daughter-in-law not to be rude to Santika anymore.

"Basically, the same child Mother is the same. Equally troublesome." Martin just went out of the room and he went out of the house, either where the destination is also Santika or Miss Marni do not know.

Santika's body collapsed on the bed, fortunately he did not faint and just sat down. Santika cried, remembering all the words of Martin that cut her heart. Miss Marni tries to calm Santika down, she hugs her eldest daughter in the hope that Santika will not put all of Martin's words into her heart.

"Why would Martin take the money he gave me, Mom? That's my money, right I want to use it to buy anything. After all, Mas Martin also likes that he has a beautiful wife. I groom and groom him, too, Mom." Santika hugged Miss Marni, she shed her tears in her mother's arms.

Miss Marni rubbed Santika's back and hoped Santika's cry would soon subside. He also did not think that Martin could almost hit Santika's face.

While outside, Martin still grumbled to himself, "The wife's base doesn't know herself. It's good I want to marry her who's a one-child widow. Still he's just squandering."