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Just now I put my two children to sleep, suddenly the Angga mas sitting next to me. Looking at her as a little suspicious, whatever she wanted, I tried like I didn't know anything. 

"Dance." 

"Yes, what's wrong?" I asked flatly without looking at him. 

My body bristled as Angga's mas touched my nape, of course I knew the intent of his actions. But I still remember the conversation she and mother had, using me all this time and also fooling me with the word love when we were married in the beginning. 

"Mas wants to, yuk!" invite Angga mas who wants me to give him the ration of the night, my heart has not been able to accept a very difficult situation like I am in the press because of the burden that I cannot lift. 

"Don't you tonight Mas, I'm tired." I answered honestly after a long day of work and work like a maid. 

Brakes

The sound of the vase made me and the children surprised, seeing how the look on the face of the Angga mas who was very angry if I refused his invitation to have sex. 

"So you're selfish, I'm just asking for a ration not in love and reason tired." 

"But I'm tired, all I work. Starting from home affairs and also the cost of daily necessities, I'm tired .. I'm tired." Finally the burden on my shoulders slightly reduced after removing the uneg-uneg that had been piling up. 

"Just take care of the house and two tired children? You're the lazy one." 

"Eh Mas, what do you think homework is not tired of? I work almost twenty-four hours a day, occasionally asking for help from Mas but never heard and busy with my own business." 

"That's a woman's nature, not a lot of excuses. Ahhh .. I better go!" 

I breathed a heavy sigh staring at the departure of Mas Angga, could-can he consider the work of housewives is very easy and thought not to do anything. 

"I'm tired. If I hadn't been married, I would have been happy to go out and hang out with my friends." I leaned my head on the top side of the bed, regret when choosing to get married was only affected by the sweet words of Angga. 

"Well, are you outside?" 

"Not yet, the room is hot. Put the mother AC or at least buy a fan, in her room almost makes the mother like a boiled fish." 

Angga nodded slowly, he did not care about that part because now he was eager and confused to vent where he went. He grasps his hair using both hands, very dizzy when the desire is not channeled.

"Why are you?" 

"What the hell Mom, so noisy." Gerutu Angga who was upset because of the mother had disturbed him. 

"Mom see your wife can not manage finances, pity you who eat potluck. Your wife is stingy, must have saved her a lot." 

"So, what do you want to say?" 

"How about your salary money mom's holding." 

"Keep, if Tari needs anything how?" 

"Yes tell me straight to Mom, she can't hold money."

Angga began to be influenced by his mother's words, nodding obediently and also agreeing. "Alright, I'm also tired of eating that - it's mulu, sometimes want good food." 

"Eh, you've reduced the monthly ration, right?" 

"Udah kok Bu, six hundred thousand a month." 

"Since Mom's here, you don't have to give your salary to Dance anymore, I'll arrange it as best I can." 

"As for Mom. Oh yeah, the money I've been collecting Mom's hands on, and I don't believe in Dance." 

"All right."