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My heart hurts

My heart aches and it also hurts to see Lisa's treatment hitting my son's hand, if they don't want to share at least don't eat here. I hurried over to my son who was crying from the shock of having his hand hit, but my son only wanted to ask for a piece of brownies. 

I carried the body of the King while calming him, the heart of which mother has the heart of her child in the treasury especially my son is still very small and does not know anything. 

"Cup .. cup, don't cry baby." I said to the King, but my eyes were on Lisa who ignored her crying niece, even mother was silent. 

"Is a piece of brownie capable of making you hit my son?" I asked firmly, I looked at Lisa with my fork face. 

"Malahin his son, Mba should teach good children not even teach stealing." 

"He was a little boy, what's wrong with asking for a piece of chocolate cake. Does a piece of chocolate cake mean more? You even bought three boxes." 

Lisa looked at me like she didn't like what I said, nor did she intimidate me. 

"It's my money and mom's, it's up to us what we want and who to share it with. Mba and the kids are not on the list." 

My heart was exploding for Lisa, it was so stifling. I pulled his hand so firmly that he stood up in surprise, I wonder where to get that much power while carrying the King. Until I realized that this was the strength of a mother whose heart was hurt to see her child treated unfairly.

"Sick Mba, really rough." 

"I was rude for a reason. This is my home and everything here is mine. If you want to stay here then follow all my rules, or not? PLEASE GO AND RAISE YOUR FEET." Press me who looks at him cruelly. 

As Lisa and mother gaped at the sight of me being so brave against them, there was no mercy for anyone to hurt my son. If you don't want to share at least they're eating hide, just a piece of brownies he's able to hit my son's hand which is still one year and five. 

I hurried to leave the room, entered the room and I tried to persuade the King who came back crying and whining for chocolate cake. My heart aches and hurts so much, I don't care if they don't think of me but at least assume my children exist. 

"Well, is there money?" I was desperate, not even my husband had time to sit down I even asked for money. Mas Angga noticed my anxious face as well as the sound of the King's cry that would not stop. 

"I have two hundred thousand." Mas Angga immediately gave me two pieces of red money, he knew that something was wrong. 

"Palak continues," quipped the mother-in-law whom I only considered a foul fart passing by. 

"What exactly happened?"

"I want to make brownies for the King, he really wants to eat them to tears, and I don't have the heart." 

"Just persuade the King." 

"Here you go, she's crying for cake." My tears are breaking because of that. 

Angga saw the number of plastic bags containing food and also various kinds of brownies. "That's there." 

"Ask your sister, ma'am." 

I hurried out of the house to the stall to buy all the ingredients, no matter if I was stamped as a handyman's wife complained to the husband. 

"May you not feel what I feel." My mind as a hurt mother.