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Toxic husband

I took out all my stomach contents, morning sickness really tormented me. Indeed this is common in pregnant women, but quite heavy because it interferes with the usual routine I do. 

This is where I was, in the bathroom and kept throwing up. If only this could be transferred to my husband so that he would appreciate my struggle more difficult than he did. Following his orders even a header, I began to think whether it would be able to take care of my three children later. 

I heard the sound of my eldest son's cries waking from his sleep, I was still very weak trying to get there. But I was surprised by a sight I could not imagine, seeing my first child lying on the floor. 

"King." I ran as hard as I could, carrying my firstborn. Quickly I hugged her and gave her a sense of comfort, I saw her head swollen from falling from the bed. 

I looked at Angga who was smiling at the screen of his phone, I was getting furious because he did not have responsibility for his own son. I snatched the cell phone from his hand and looked at him with anger, he could play the phone without paying attention to his own son and worse not help. 

"You're nothing, here's my phone." 

"This phone." I lifted the phone without looking at the contents, I immediately threw it on the floor until the screen broke formless.

"Dance." His screech raised a voice, looking at me like I wanted to kill me. 

"Because the phone is you neglect to look after the child, the King is next to you but why not pay attention. Lookie! look at her swollen head," I replied no less fiercely scolding that useless husband. 

"That phone I bought was expensive, but you broke it just because of a trivial matter. Your only hard child, can't be quiet and overactive." 

"So the phone is more valuable, is it? If you're not ready to be a good father at least don't ask me not to be KB, now look what happened." My very angry cry, the King's cry grew louder at our quarreling voices. 

I never thought how my husband's mind would be, I'm tired . I'm so tired and in need of entertainment. At least Adam understood and wanted to help me take care of the children, especially now that I always experience morning sickness. 

"I raised a few months' money to buy a new phone, but you easily threw it on the floor. Look, the LCD's broken. Costly repairing LCD."

"I'm drunk because I'm pregnant but you don't have the slightest empathy, the King and Queen are not my only children but your children, Mas."

"That's your duty as a mother, why involve me." 

I took a deep breath and let it out violently, holding myself back from emotions until I could at any time lose control. "You think I'm a mother cat? Everything me, and you? After work you even gather with your obscure friends, coming home from there you stick with the phone screen." 

"That's my entertainment after I get home from work, after all I work to meet the needs of us and the children." 

I stared at the Angga mas with a sense of mounting anger, while taking a warm cloth and sticking it on the swollen King's head. 

"Entertainment every day, I even work twenty-four hours a day. Even my eating is irregular and also often staying up late, what do you call it Mas?" ask me while putting the King on the bed and put the safety around so that the bad thing did not happen again. 

I pulled Angga's hand out of the room so that my two sleeping children would not be disturbed by the noise we made. 

"Remember Mas, all this time I was silent with your strange request. No KB, no dressing up, no deodorant, and no clearance wherever I go. At least you also understand all your responsibilities as a husband, not just work but responsibility to children." I taught him. 

"Yes .. yes, I'm sorry." 

I can breathe a sigh of relief at the apology from Mas Angga who will not be able to defeat me in terms of debate, how not? If he dares to mess around or make me flinch, he I make sure out of the house. Yes, the house and all of it is mine. I saved it little by little when I used to work as TKW in Taiwan for a few years and then we got married. 

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I looked at my husband sharply when I was not far from him to iron the clothes to look neat, I made sure that the Angga mas look after his two children. 

All this time I kept quiet and continued to be patient, but patience certainly has its limits. 

This nausea really torments me, I have four times back and forth to the bathroom and vomit all the leftovers in the stomach. I was so tired and my face turned pale that I decided to stop ironing my clothes and sleep. 

"Mas, watch over the King and Queen. If it happens again yesterday, you're done." My threat. I don't know, I'm also confused by my increasingly courageous attitude. Is it because of the birth of the fetus that is in my womb? Because there are other things that cannot be said. 

"Yes." Yeah."

I fell asleep for an hour and opened my eyes again, I looked at the situation in the room carefully, how surprised I was to see the house was so much more messy than before. 

I was shocked to see that Angga was asleep while my two children were still not closing their eyes, my blood was boiling to see my husband who kept doing the same thing after apologizing. 

I immediately walked to the Queen and gave her formula, honestly I still want to give breast milk to my son, but it is impossible if my condition is pregnant. 

At the same time, my two children were crying to wake Angga from his sleep. Instead of helping us carry one of our children, he walked out. 

I was forced to calm my two children who were crying simultaneously, while my husband left because the noise disturbed him. 

Angga decided to hang out because his head was so dizzy to hear his two children crying. 

"Why are you?" 

"Both of my children were crying at the same time, so I left the house. More like finding peace by hanging out with you."

"Worse you, already know the cry child instead of calming so as not to cry anymore, but you instead go." Said one of his friends. 

"Yes, it's Dance's job, she's her mother." 

The three friends who were in that place only shook their heads. 

"Eh, let's just say I have a third child. Tokcer is not!" 

"Dance pregnant? It's really you." 

"So seriously, when I lie." 

"I even feel sorry for Dance, maybe you forbid her KB. Your child is so small, be careful not to regret."