How You Give Pain And Happiness Together!
chapter 56.

"Heh, what is your duty as a child, and what is your brother's duty as well, origin kak Yuni know yes even who should meet the needs of the mother was Abang as the eldest son instead of mas Lukman, why everything was delegated to mas Lukman. is your brother usually just a bitch, huh!!" my answer is to help brother Yuni in front of Lukman and Rey.

sis Yuni just silently heard my words, no matter what she thinks I don't care at all. Right now what matters is that I just want to let out everything I feel, I don't want to harbor the resentment that will make me put my frustration on my children later.

"why silence huh! can't answer, don't usually just rebuke me as a stingy daughter-in-law if you yourself as her son are even stingier than what I am. try to see where Brother after what he did to mas Lukman a few months ago, even he did not show the nose in front of us. now you just want to say I'm stingy while you are reluctant to spend fifty thousand for your own mother, heh your brain is embraced huh!!" I continued who could no longer hold back the emotions towards Brother Yuni.

"discourageous, shut up, Diah. What I do is none of your business, my life also do not need you to manage. I do not need input or lecture from you, I do not need input or lecture from you, if you do not want to give money yasudah not to nyolot so. emang your base is stingy, even for your own in-laws you have to mendzolimi" his answer made me chuckle small.

"menzholimi you said? you don't realize what you family did to me huh. mas Lukman gave an unworthy living, mother ripped our household apart, even you interfere in our household finances under the pretext of mother.not to mention your brother who can only be a pest, do I need to describe one by one? where I've been yelling at you all this time, even you yourself did all that to me. Don't say you're hurting just because I'm defending yourself" I replied with a slight yell until the neighbors of the right and left sides were watching our quarrel.

"just let Diah, lower your voice.it's not nice to hear the neighbors, you don't want to look at our right and left neighbors.look at everything on coming to watch that one" mas Lukman said in a slow tone.

"for what I'm ashamed of, let everyone know that your family is not as good as it looks. No exception is your mother who is pretentious to be wise in front of that person, he said, including you who are pretentious in front of others when too stingy with your own wife.why? are you ashamed that everyone knows how you are here? you're ashamed they all knew what you did to me? all this time I was silent, but what are you doing. Even your hands have dared to touch my cheeks, times you forget" I replied with tears that began to drip on my cheeks.

"what is this man, Diah" said the mother of the masseuse in my house exactly.

I was still silent and did not answer my mother's words of massage.

"nah, ask your mother who has been proud in front of everyone, your brother is mas. whereas every month even every day you give life to them, please ask yourself to the person in front of you mas" I said staring at mas Lukman and also mother massage alternately.

" so my mom says it's the same mom?" tanya Lukman looked at the mother who immediately nodded her head.

"yes, your own mother who said she said living with Yuni is good because everything there is even Yuni given a net four million per month ration while the cash was paid by her in-laws. the wife by her husband has been paid every month they also do not have any installments, ask your sister this will be there her when mother ngut your mother at that time" replied the massage mother made Sister Yuni throw her face at me which I immediately replied with a cynical look.

"have explained, what you did for them is nothing, even you were willing to slap me to defend them, now how does it feel to be considered a piece of trash by your own mother in front of others.ill it hurt? just like how I felt when your mother chided me and insulted me in front of my own husband" I replied with tears, as the massage mother stroked my back gently channeling comfort.

"huh man, what did Diah say until you slapped him for defending your mother?" ask the mother Lukman who immediately can not answer the words of his mother.

"yeah yarobby, sorry, man, Diah does not mean your mother wants to interfere in your household affairs. it is not ethical if mother talks to you in the condition of your household like this, like this, but one thing you need to remember man. boy does still belong to his mother, even when married heaven is still under the feet of the mother. but a husband also will not get his paradise if it makes his wife shed tears. do not misrepresent still belongs to the mother then you assume all what your mother said is true and you must obey yes, not so man. provided you know man, man, if a married boy does not have food at home then he comes to his parents' house and says he asks for food for his son and wife at home who have not eaten then your parents or brothers have to give them some of the food they have. You know why?" said the mother who immediately made Lukman shake his head.

"the color is their obligation as a male family.if a woman after marriage decides the obligation of her parents or brothers against the woman but not with the man. the male family must still be responsible for the wives and children of the boys in their family even until the man dies, do you understand?" ask the mother manatap mas Lukman who just nodded his head.

"alaaahh the words from where it is, where there is so. if his husband died yes the business of his wife who has to make a living for his children, how the hell" replied sis Yuni in a sewot tone with what mother said.

"well, if you have never paid and never opened the Quran.ehh Yuni, please ask ustadz wherever you are about what you say. mother even though you are old like this know religion and not blind about that, maybe all this time you only consider trivial household time so it can arbitrarily interfere with your sister's household" .....

seriate......