Behind my In-laws silence
Chapter 12 Fragile feet.
I went home to prepare food, cook, all the ingredients I just bought.
Focus on slicing onions and others. All I do alone without help, anyone
Breathing in, I was tired and wanted to get out of this house, but with the fate of the children how?
Are they capable without a father? Because last night Radit told me about his best friend who kept daydreaming, because the two parents separated.
He seems unwilling if I part with Mas Raka. Surviving feels heavy, what should I do?
When slicing an onion, the knife involuntarily hits the finger, making blood slowly outward, in this situation. I want to scream, the world feels unfair.
After treating the wound, I rushed to cook quickly, to where. I turned towards the open kitchen door.
Bruyjus ....
I screamed so loudly, as if everyone was coming to me.
"What's wrong?" tanya Mas Raka approached me. He looked at the face that had blistered because of the water.
"Mas, please sting" I said, wiping my face with my hands. Mas Raka immediately held both hands so as not to hurt the face that had been splashed by water that I did not know what water was. Because the more I wipe, the more my skin becomes flaking .
"Who would have the heart to pour hot water on your face An, brash," Mas Raka carried me he took me to the nearest puskesmas. Hasty running because of panic.
A midwife gives ointment so that skin wounds on the face slightly improve.
But once the man had done this, it must have been the woman. My mind started to blame Mas Raka's second wife.
After the examination of my face on the bandage, my face blistered red.
"As how this hurts," I said with a cry of pain.
Mas Raka simply fell silent without saying, anything. Like he couldn't accept my change of face.
I don't accept that man's behavior.
He smashed my face.
Mas Raka and mom were only indifferent when I was in pain.
What kind of family they are, only the father-in-law has always been kind to me.
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At home, my face has not improved. But I have to do all the homework.
The sound of laughter echoed in the ears, as if to signify satisfaction for my suffering.
"It's delicious, pick up the ashes. Uh, now it's so ugly." laughs the second wife Mas Raka, approached me who was cleaning clothes and folding them.
"I know you've been making my face like this." These jaws instantly harden, irritated and the lychee mixes into one. The roar of the soul grew fiery, the vengeful anger made me want to avenge the treatment of that woman.
"Ouh, time, akhhaha. It's good to just indiscriminately recite.
I'm not that cruel person Ana." Hands waving, I don't know what the woman did like the hostess.
My hand slapped her cheek hard, until . Holding his front shirt, slightly wrapped around by my hand. Our eyes clashed with each other, instilling hatred.
"Let go, I don't like your dirty hands."
He brushed my ladder. But honey, my hand on her shirt is so tight.
"You know, one day you will receive more consequences than this" I threatened to make the woman gulp.
I took my hand off the collar of his shirt that I grabbed. And pushed him to the ground. Like throwing garbage in its place.
"Basic ugly, No self-awareness," she scornfully insulted my face.
"What did you say?"
This foot touched his feet, until it stepped hard. It was so painful.
In the end Mas Raka came with panic.
"What are you doing, Ana?" tanya Mas Raka built Ajeng.
Once the woman, complained to my husband.
"You, Ana if you do this again I drive you from here, remember this! I don't need a woman like you" threatened Mas Raka. I just wrapped my hands together smiling by enduring the pain in my chest.
"No need for you to tell me, I'll be out right now," I cried to Mas Raka's ears.
Mom came up to me and said, "don't be stupid, Ana. If you leave here where will you stay?"
"It's none of my mother's business, living under the bridge I want, rather than staying at home. But my pride seems wise for what," I replied more and more fortunate.
They were silent with words coming out of my mouth, as if they could not believe that I could now resist.
When I want to, go into the room. Radit's voice was clear. He ran crying hugging my body.
"Mamah don't go, Radit won't want to see mamah split with papah. Don't go, ma."
The tears continued to flow, to the bottom of the cheek, I tried to slowly wipe the tears from my son.
Mas Raka came up with a draping stand so haughtily
"Look what you did, it was Ana's great folly, you wanted to leave this house. But not thinking of the fate and sorrow of your own son."
While I sat down, hugging my second child and also Lulu.
"Here you go, Mom, this is my choice. This is not what you want. I also have a heart for feeling, where there is a strong woman with her husband's unfair treatment."
I saw Mas Raka draping both tags, "now what do you want, so that you don't leave this house."
"Already, Mas. Don't try to hold me back, I'm sick and hate you."
The cry of the child sounded so much louder, it made mother take Lulu from my hand.
Same with Radit.
I took my son's hand, unable to part with them, for my soul was with my son.
Lulu's cry grew louder, I couldn't make it out of the house, as if my legs were really weak.
"I must be strong" murmured my heart.
"Moment."
"Moment."
The cry of my son, continues to flinch in the ear.
I tried to stand up, to stay strong.
When this foot stepped outside the house with a large bag containing clothes.
"Moment."
"Farhan?"
"Your friend, where are you going, Farhan's coming."
My mother-in-law stared intently at me, she did not care about Farhan, that was when I went with Farhan, while Lulu was still crying. She still needs Asi, but mother.
Seemed indifferent to all that, Mas Raka seemed not to defend me.
This inner weeping happens, this heart is fragile.
"Well, why are Radit and Lulu being held by Grandma?"
That question made my heart recess, really hurt. What should I say to Farhan, if his younger brother is arrested and Farhan is ignored.
Unstoppable tears, I crouched down in tears, while Farhan continued to lift this cry by rubbing my back.
"Yes, forgive Farah, huh, Mah?"
I stared at my son's face, I held him tight." You're not wrong, son."
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