Benalu In My House
TIGA

"Mas, you never have time for me again. "

This morning Mas Dani came to the kitchen and immediately sipped a glass of water. I don't know what he was doing with that woman until that glass of water went down in three gulps. Suddenly something was heating up in this heart. The burning envy and jealousy made me unconscious of the tears coming. Not wanting to be taken as a crybaby, I immediately wiped these tears quickly.

"Why do you think that? "

Now that he was right in front of me, his firm hand stroked this soft cheek. As a woman, even this small treatment is very powerful to awaken tears that had been dammed. However, with all my might I held back so that my defense would not break down.

"From morning until morning again, you are always with the needle, mas. "

I threw his hand rough, walked a little away from him so that the sound vibrations were not so clear at his hearing.

"What are you talking about, baby?  Here we are the ones who live on him."

I was stunned to hear his words that seemed to defend the woman.

"So, because of him who has helped us, he can be as he pleases and as powerful as that in our household?  This is our family, ma'am. The house we built for 5 years. Before Desi was present in our lives, I was the queen of our court. Then now, are you so brightly lit defending him? "

I was dumbfounded. Holding back tears is the hardest thing to conquer. Although my voice was slow, but so full of pressure. He took me in his arms, stroked this hair slowly. If he used to do it when I was happy, now he's hugging me in hurt. The longer you're the prickly. You have changed this week.

"sorry. "

That was the only word that came out of his mouth, making this heart even more hurt.

"I do what if we live in deprivation, so long as we return to me again. "

He paused his words.

"At least she's a good woman. Not asking for the same thing. May you taste my well. - "

I pushed her body strong. Doesn't he realize that what he said hurt my heart so much?  Where were you the old man? 

"I'm your wife, Mom. Do I have any rights over you? "

Deheman's voice came from the kitchen door. Desi stood up and leaned her body against the door.

"Sir, what's the same pity Dani?  Morning to night he did not exist for mbak, but should mbak self-conscious dong. Dani works for mbak too, right? "

So sick of hearing that cunning woman's bullshit. Without looking at Dani, I walked away to the room. If it wasn't for the baby in my womb, I would have left this house.

My stomach is slow, feeling his presence in me is really generating new strength. He's the reason I have to be strong right now.

***

I'm ready with some neat clothes. The loose dress clothes are just feet are adhering beautifully to this body. I looked at myself through the mirror reflection, then smiled as the eyes fell on a slightly protruding stomach. This is my schedule check.

The online taxi I ordered arrived. I walked away feeling happy, unaffected by the debate this morning.

While in the yard, I saw the two lovebirds were making out. Desi in her centile style, fixing my husband's collar. Not wanting to change the mood any more, I just passed them by and got into the taxi that had been waiting since. There was Mas Dani's voice calling, I didn't mind. This heart is already disappointed.