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Always Wrong in Their Eyes

The table was filled with some appetizing dishes. Whoever looks will feel hungry. So also with Faisal Rahmat who can only stare at the food with the stomach began to wrapped around the pain. Many times he could only glance at her while gulping at her saliva, as his wife, in-laws, sister-in-law and husband were enjoying the dish. The five of them were indeed sitting at one table, but Faisal was not allowed to touch the food at all before they felt full.

The family is still a place to live, because only the house is left by the grandfather, after a few months ago has died.

Wealth as a benchmark for someone to be respected, but if they have nothing is considered as garbage and unlucky bearers, as well as Faisal who is only an orphanage child, he said, until he was left in the family of a wife named Anissa Fitria. Various insults, debased, even treated as babu are daily food. Wanna argue? Of course not. He could not do anything when the trust of Anissa's grandfather had to continue to run.

Why does a marriage without love happen? Because Anissa used to be a naughty woman who likes to change partners, until finally her stomach bulges and no man wants to be responsible. Anissa's behavior that crossed the line no one knows, because she was so neatly menyuyikan all those things. It just so happened that Faisal was working as a farm laborer and hoeman under Anissa's grandfather. Don't want big family names to get polluted, then the only way is to marry them off.

"Tuh, my grandson cried in the room. Now take it and calm him down. My ears can be deaf listening to his voice," The in-laws spoke harshly.

"Good, Mom."

Hands stroking the stomach that is increasingly rumbling. Since last night has not eaten at all, the effects of fatigue take care of children and homework. The eyes could not blink, who just kept staring at the rice and there was a piece of tofu left on the plate. In the heart of wanting to rebel to evaporate uneg-uneg asking for his food rations, but will definitely get angry enough to spend even a day not given food rations at all. Actually the treatment has often happened, so inevitably Faisal was forced to fast.

"Hoi, are you budeg, yes. Arvin nangis kejer it. How do you even daydream?" snapped Anissa was startling.

"Eeh, sorry, Nis. I'll be there soon to see it."

Faisal immediately got up from the seat.

Segegesan due to unpleasant, when the family has shone a sharp gaze like emotion when not moving quickly.

Running in waves when the child who is not flesh blood increasingly harden the sound.

"Look, Nis. You have a husband who's not a dick at all. Nothing, the work is catapulted and always wrong. You better throw it away, husband," said the cruel mother.

"It's not as simple as turning your hands around, ma'am. Did you forget there was still a grandmother. If I divorce Faisal now, it means we will get nothing from his inheritance. Is that what you want? While all the treasures will be inherited equally yours."

Grandpa's house there are two, one is occupied by the Anissa family, and the other is the grandmother with her sister. They are not too rich, but arguably the wealth of the middle class.

"That's right, Mom. I don't want to be poor and eat in the streets. Better let Faisal still be Anissa's husband. Indeed ngeselin his behavior, but there are benefits to also be able to use his energy to be our babu," symbat the brother bermana Dita.

Chewing the food they kept doing, while mengedumel talked about Faisal who was considered useless.

"True too! It can save on expenses as well, rather than hiring a maid that is certainly very expensive. Hmm, ngak pa-pa 'that's the catapult, which is important someday we can get the treasure."

"That's right, Mom. Don't let us have nothing just because of poor Faisal."

Faisal walked wide to the family who were still busy enjoying breakfast. Carrying is a common thing that the tall man did, because at the orphanage used to often take care of the younger siblings.

Actually not ugly also the face of Faisal, even his face white, narrow-eyed, and smooth body and a lot of muscular muscles are slightly prominent. Maybe the effect of working hard using energy, then the muscular body formed itself.

"Nis, please take Arvin for a while before you leave for work. Pity him from earlier cry on."

"Duh, Mom. Becus did he care? I guess it's just a hassle, anyway. It's not like I saved spare milk from my pump last night," The frustration started coming back.

"You last night probably pumped too little, so this morning it's been drunk and now he wants to ask again. I'm looking for it no longer exists."

Anissa can only look away like she does not want to say, which when in reality last night she was lazy to suck.

"Isssh, so stupid husband anyway. Formula milk will exist, why the heck is hard to make Anissa bother," cymbat in-laws are not happy.

"But, Arvin doesn't like the same kind of sufor."

"Ow .. duh, Mas. So the man is not very subtitled. Force continue. Ask him to drink, he will be willing to. His name was also just learning to be weaned, surely at the beginning he did not want to. I've been neat and pretty like this, cook would suck*i him too. Bothered to do it, anyway!" a complaint that is not pleasant to hear.

"But, Nis-? Arvin is four months old, cook you very much want to turn him on. He needs your milk for his food."

"Here, bring me very. No need to buts. See if Anissa wants to work now, after months of not working. Would you eat a stone if your wife didn't work? No, huh? Now go, take care of Arvin. deaf ears hear he's not secretly from before," he kicked out.

"All right, Mom." Down his head with disappointment.

Passing away with sadness, when he saw the child felt wasted by his own biological mother. He looked at his wife many times, hoping that she would change her mind for the sake of the child.

Walk while continuing to fondle so that Arvin can calm down. Tired of persuading to be quiet.

Dot containing formula milk continues to be crammed, but instead the baby rejects it by crying hysterically. Sweat kept flooding the forehead. Weakened body. Tired of calming.

In addition, the stomach that thrashed asking to be filled, the more painful it becomes.

Arvin was finally able to shut up after a few hours of tired crying.

From earlier changed the position of the ride, so that Arvin can feel comfortable and calm.