Due to Prohibited CBC
Living according to ability

I will not demand anything on Angga mas, because actually he is the one who has to come to me to explain the problem. I have to stand up, fight for the future of my children. There was no time to cry, my tears were too precious to cry for a man like my husband.

Tiringly, I made the orders of the customers, I was grateful for not being affected. Indeed my heart aches and it takes a long time to heal a broken heart like a glass shard. 

News of the affair mas Angga has spread, everyone knows what happened and the problems that happened to me. I fell silent if anyone asked about our relationship, I only answered with a faint smile because I did not want to discuss things that could open a wound in my heart. 

"What the hell are you doing? Always cook clear vegetables or not mashed yam vegetables."

"What the hell is Mom?" ask me who actually knows about the construction, it's just that I better pretend not to know. 

"You're the stingiest son-in-law. Once in a while you make a meat rendang cake, do not cool vegetables to vegetables. I don't have appetite!" protest, while I was silent. "Tuh the Ramlah, his son-in-law always buy gold jewelry and eat well. As for you, don't buy me gold jewelry, eat stingy."

I sighed and looked at my mother flat. "Mom don't complain much, at least I still love you to eat every day and don't forget about your diabetes sugar, I bought it. About the food you eat? I also often cook chicken and cook fish, the price of meat is expensive Mom and I better save for it." My strictness to Mom. I still respect him as my father-in-law, he always vilifies me to go and come to the neighbors and others about me. Who does not hurt to hear it, he tells me and gossip about me to others, and it hurts me terribly. 

"But my mother wants beef, cook rendang or make jerky balado cake." 

"Will chicken rendang? Only that stuff is in the fridge." I am trying to be patient. 

Remember the fifteen million he borrowed from his friend? Yeah, now I'm paying the installments and I'm surprised by the interest. I didn't think it turned out to be money in interest, a fifteen million loan I had to pay twenty million. About thirty percent of the money I had to pay, Angga paid three times and the rest I. It makes me dizzy, even I returned all the money to his friend who became a loan shark. 

"You're stingy! I'm sorry you're a ghost!" his angry curse as it passed away. 

Before Mom actually left I said something so she didn't squint. "I am more sorry to marry Mas Angga, can only plant shares without intending to support his children." 

I know my mother went to gossip about me not to the neighbors, some good people told me this and reached my own ears. But all he told me was that my heart ached when he said that I did not feed him and always hired him, but I respected him like my own mother. 

Miris is really sad, now I have to live life independently taking care of my children and also my baby candidates who will soon be born. I no longer care about the Angga as well as others, I am tired and also tired of thinking about others or bad words from people who hate me because of the bad words of mother. 

I resumed my work because the large number of orders made me feel grateful to be able to support the children, but the sound of a cell phone ringing made me stop it for a moment, he said, I saw who called me and it was the new number of Angga.

My mind and my mind rebelled against each other and I picked up the phone, even though I didn't want to hear her voice.