Grasping
The Part 39

"It's not heart or heart, ma'am. But what do I do for you?!" Niar blinked slowly, he was really tired of being in this position. Every time there is a problem, his family seems to urge the woman who has to solve it.

"Your husband will be rich, try asking him for help."

"Mom, our family matters please don't involve Mr. Yusha. How many times must Niar ingetin, ma'am ... here I'm only considered a maid, even ... may be lower than that." Niar lowered his head, biting the quivering tip of his lips. No power to hold the clear liquid that just escapes.

All this time no one knew, how tormented he lived a life in silence without being able to voice anything that was felt. When Sheli berated because up to two months there were no signs of pregnancy. When the woman was a little jealous because Yusha was a little blatant to pay attention to her. So every time Yusha left, and Sheli was still at home, the clock-by-hour wouldn't let him rest.

Retrogressive. He wanted to withdraw from a treaty that only benefited the parties, but thought he was just a piece of flesh that had no power to resist them. Especially the heart, every Yusha gives a little attention so the heart melts quickly. Although he wanted to resist and tried to fortify himself, Yusha's charm was stronger than his heart.

One man who treated her well, lately often teased with the question 'are you not pregnant?' Sad, he was very sad when he answered the question with a headband then Yusha picture frame will turn sad, angry there is even emotion.

He wanted to scream, to voice what he felt. He wanted to tell me if this piece of meat had heart and feelings. He wants to be appreciated, even though his existence has not been able to give happiness. Only God can give life in His womb. Let alone others, he also did not understand why to this day has not been pregnant.

"How do you mean low? You're not an affair, not Siri's wife. You are legitimately the second wife" explained Sumiati. The middle-aged woman was furious with her second child who was too innocent. Anything relies on the heart, without thinking materialistically. But because of Niar's innocence and kindness, he could rely on him for anything.

"If I'm legitimately a second wife, can I say that to everyone? I'm hidden, Mom. No one knows who I am. What is the point of being a second wife? Can I ask for anything fairly? Can I demand a lot of things?! Marriage is valid so that the child I am born with will be legally strong" argued Niar. Tears continued to run down the river in the corner of his eyes.

"Mother has said, you are smart enough to benefit from the opportunity to be the second wife of a Yusha, if you have given birth. At that time, you should have succeeded in becoming a rich woman" Sumiati jolted in annoyance. Furious, besides being stupid, the second child was always stubborn.

"Astagfirullah hal'adzim ... Niar doesn't know what to say to Mom, about my position in this house. I don't know what I'm going through. What is clear is that once again Niar emphasized, please try not to involve Mr. Yusha for our family problems." Niar shone his mother's eyes with pity, hoping that she would no longer suppress him in unwanted situations.

"Regardless of your status, only you can help Nesva. Who should I ask for help? Do you have to mortgage the house again for Nesva?"

Niar grumbled, annoyed, sad, disappointed, angry, all piled up mixed into one. Why is it that only Nesva, Nesva and Nesva are the mothers who defend to the lowest point though. Not once did mom see the situation and bitterness she experienced. 'I'm here more pathetic than big brother's fate, ma'am.' Want to scream like that. But only tears could describe her heartache.

Not a single bit of Sumiati's heart trembled and felt sorry to see Niar sobbing. Already often saw his second child crying, there was no influence in his motherly soul. Maybe different from Nesva, if it was Nesva, Sumiati would immediately hug and try anything to stop Nesva crying. A very distant difference of love.

"You can ask Yusha for help, ask for money so that Nesva can return the company's money. Not much ... Only fifty million." Even Niar was still sobbing bitterly, but Sumiati impatiently urged Niar to help his beloved daughter.

"Oh my God, Mom. What is Nesva's real need? Why do you always waste so much money?!" pekik Niar's. He could not think about his mother and brother who often use any money to comply with lifestyle. Without thinking what the end would be like.

"Niar can't help, Mom. Sorry," said Niar.

"Why did you immediately refuse to help your sister, Niar! You haven't tried. Come on, try to talk to Yusha," urged Sumiati not to give up. "He must have helped you."

"No!!!"

Deg ...

The two women of different ages were startled by the baritone voice that suddenly sounded in their sense of hearing.

"Tus-lord .... "

"Yu-sha .... "

Yusha stared intently at Sumiati. Although the middle-aged woman was her mother-in-law, yet a Yusha did not consider her so.

"There is no help whatsoever for your mother or your beautiful child" Yusha said coldly. The man walked towards the single sofa and sat there.

"Na-k Yu-sha .... " Sumiati. The tongue that had said sharply was now stamped and felt faint when faced with Yusha. The man did not turn to look at her.

"Let him bear the consequences." The man loosened the tie wrapped around his neck.

"Ta-pi, Nak Yusha ... Mother asked for help, for this time please help her brother Niar. Don't let him go to jail." Not only was she trying, Sumiati's eyes began to look glassy, afraid that the man in front of her would not help. What about Nesva?

"Sister? Have you considered Niar Nesva's sister all this time? Even Mother herself has ever considered her your daughter? I should be ashamed to come and ask her for help." Yusha looked towards Niar and turned to Sumiati.

Niar looked up, not expecting Yusha to say that. All this time he asked the same question but never Sumiati.

While the question Yusha just like the word skak mat until Sumiati silenced a thousand languages.