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Ah it is important that I am free from the poison family, I can go crazy if I stay there for a long time.

After this I will immediately find a place to stay for me and my son, Mitha thought.

After work Mas Andra picked me up from my friend's place.

At home the atmosphere was so quiet, and when I got to the door I said hello, there was no reply, then I just entered, because the door was not in the key.

" Assalamu'alaikum" I said when I was at the door, while Mas Andra just parked his motorcycle into the garage.

" Good yes, time-wandering, your fucking daughter-in-law, village-people like that!!" mother shouted when I opened the door, mother's welcome screams made me shocked, and my greeting was not answered, but it was a scorn that I received.

" What time is this, huh? we're hungry waiting for your arrival, uh it's even nice to go without time, you think it's your home, just go home without permission, there's cooking and do not wear it for long, we're hungry" cried mother again.

" Mommy what the hell, just came already angry, already there is Sinta and Santi they can cook women too right? not having to wait for my wife" said Andra who still looks patient, facing the stubborn nature of her mother.

" You now dare to refute the words of your mother, yes Andra, want to be your ungodly son huh, just because of the poor woman of this village?" this time it was Andra who was sprayed by her mother.

" It's Miss I also don't want to make a fuss with mom, sorry Mom let your wife rest, for this time Mitha cooking holiday, if you're hungry tell Sinta to cook yourself there, the ingredients are already there, just stay in the cooking kok bothered." Andra said to her two sisters.

" Can't Andra anyway you have to tell Mitha to cook, I don't want to know" said the mother who did not want to lose.

" It's up to you guys to starve I don't want responsibility, the important thing is that I have prepared the ingredients and just cook what is difficult anyway, if you don't move will not be full." Andra replied with annoyance.

" Lha usually Mitha's mother who cooks Mas, why should we." Santi Timpal.

" Yes this is Mas Andra, make a sprain. " Imbuh Sinta chimed in on her sister's words.

" If there's any of you why Mitha, huh." Reply Andra does not want to lose.

" Every once it's okay for you to cook yourself, after all, not every day Mitha just rests hands, even those who every day take care of this house Mitha right, right, it's just been a day, tell the cook already on the yell rich man possessed, try if take care of all this house what it will be." Andra's impbuh to his two younger brothers.

" Mas Andra do not manjain he later can be relaxed, and so be belagu if kept silent." Simpal Sinta again.

" It should be you and your husband who should know yourself, you're already married but still don't cheat on others, is it worth it." Andra replied fiercely to Sinta no less fierce.

" Don't be an ungodly child just because, your wife who doesn't know herself is Dra," exclaimed the mother again while pointing at Andra's face with her index finger, it looks like her mother was hooked on her emotions again.

" I don't mean to be brave with mom, but I have Sinta and Santi who helped clean up this house, where it was her fault, Mom, they're both women who inevitably have to be ready to be housewives, not just depending on others." Andra said at length.

Hearing Andra's cry, Santi snorted in annoyance, as well as Sinta, not usually Andra like this because.

Andra was actually scared when his wife asked to move, so he tried to put a damper on this mess he didn't want the business to be long, so he wanted to stay, Andra didn't even know that their mother and brothers had long berate Mitha.

Andra only found out that his family was so bad to treat his wife.

" I'm tired, if you're hungry, you can cook for yourself, sorry for a while don't bother Mitha." Andra then broke up, she no longer cared about the mother who kept nagging him.

With ease Andra went into the room, and when Andra was in the room he saw the wife who had fallen asleep on the bed with Dimas.

" I'm sorry I'm Dek, pay less attention to you, I should give you comfort instead of feeling depressed rich gini."Lirih Andra while sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands outstretched to massage his wife's legs as he had always done.

" I'm sorry again." While massaging his wife's legs, even Andra did not care about him who had not changed clothes and bathed, even the day had begun late at night, and Mitha who was exhausted felt so comfortable in her sleep, that no matter the cry of the in-laws, unfortunately Mitha did not hear the outpouring of the husband's heart.

After finishing massaging his wife Andra's legs then rose from his seat and took a change of clothes, after which he went out to take a bath that was located outside the room, and of course Andra had to pass through the kitchen. As Andra passed through the kitchen, she saw where the three other women of that generation were cooking in the kitchen while grumbling indistinctly, Tired Andra shook her head and went straight into the bathroom.

Early in the morning, Mitha as usual woke up before dawn prayers, last night she was so tired, that she told her husband to enter the room she finally went to sleep because Mitha was tired, so she was tired, no matter what her julid-in-law was lecturing her as usual, because for her it was Mitha's food every day.

Today she was last in this house, Mitha was determined to leave this house even without her husband.

Kemaren Mitha has already transacted payments with the rented owner, and actually Mitha wants to occupy the house one more Sunday while waiting for the front porch in the renovation to be made a laundry business place, and actually Mitha wants to occupy the house one more week while waiting for the front porch to be renovated, because because the incident last night made Mitha move faster than the time she planned.

Mitha's determination was steady this time, after finishing doing homework Mitha wanted to talk directly to her husband about her plan, the sooner the better, Mitha thought again.

All the homeworkers have Mitha finished, this time Mitha work harder when in the kitchen because last night the three residents of this house were cooking like people kes*tan*n, because last night, cooking oil spilled everywhere, and the former cooking utensils were not washed, completely messy like a broken ship.

For Mitha this was already the usual thing she saw, feeling the behavior of her in-laws and sister-in-law.