Humiliated Husband Family
Chapters 1. Things to Borrow Money

"No, the end must be minjem money! Hence, if you can't work it out. Money from your husband does not like to be spent. If this is the case, it will be hard on its own!" ketus my mother-in-law while throwing a hundred thousand dollars on the table.

Actually I was also forced to borrow money from Mom to bring Azam mas for treatment. But, how else, it has been two days that my husband did not work because he was sick. Incidentally in the area where we live, there are still cheap clinics.

Actually, I could have taken him to the health center tomorrow, but Azam had been grimacing in pain since then while holding his stomach. I was confused, not knowing who else to ask for help.

I was also forced to take the money thrown by Mother.Padahatan right, the middle-aged woman who used to wear the home negligee, could give it directly to my hands. That way I can kiss the back of his hand. But this is not, Mother threw it while staring cynically at me. Like, if this is a really bad thing. I also did this for my first son.

Since then, giving birth to my second child-in-law changed attitude. Especially since, Mas Azam gave me monthly shopping money. Even so for other things still arranged by them.

I've heard of one of my father-in-law's brothers. If Mas Azam changed his attitude since marrying me. Somehow, changed how it meant. I think Azam is still the same as the first time I knew him.

I just sighed softly, then grabbed the scattered money. "Thank you, Mom. Lika, promise to give it back later," I said, standing up and taking the one-year-old toddler I just put on the floor. I brought back my daughter named Lulu into the sling.

"Yes, it has to be. That's my stall money." My mother-in-law said in a sarcastic tone. It made my heart throb in pain when I heard every level thirty spicy word that always came out often talking to me.

"Why the hell, Mom? Do you want magrib screaming?" ask the father who just came out of his room. Apparently, he was going to the mosque. Seen from the clothes koko is also a very good fabric.

Dad always thought and argued, that in this village no one can rival the price of clothes koko also sarong he had.

Because my father-in-law, knows all kinds of good brands. He is willing to lose a lot of money from the results of his efforts in order to fulfill his own satisfaction. He likes to be praised by others.

"This is, your daughter-in-law's job that can't manage the husband's money. Unlike me, who can even buy a piece of land from the spending money I set aside for five years," said Mother, proud of myself.

How could he equate the former with myself at this moment. My father-in-law is a retired civil servant. Of course, it cannot be confused with my husband who only works as an administrative staff in a private company.

"Other times, if you eat it in the irit. Must pinter nyimpen money, make urgent circumstances like gini. The kid should be loving the parents, not asking." The words of my father-in-law added to this pain in my heart. I do not ask, but borrow. I'll definitely replace it after Azam's mas payday.

"As long as the child is still bothering the parents. His life will never prosper. Look, Daddy never asked his parents for his name. You see now, even my efforts go forward and my blessings. You could build this house out of your own sweat." Dad again cornered me with his pride. Again this heart feels sore.

I want this mouth to answer and deny every sentence he says. But once again I realized. As a child, we should give up. I don't want to make a fuss, after all it's true what my father-in-law said. We still trouble him by staying hitchhiking.

Mas Azam, we haven't been able to bring our little family to move. Even to just contract mas Azam did not want to. Always with reason, the salary will not be enough to pay for a very expensive rental house in a big city like this. After all, in his parents' house there were still some empty rooms.

"Yes, Dad. Ma'am. Lika understands. Thanks though. Lika wants to bring Azam mas treatment later after magrib. Titip Heru yes," I said goodbye while telling to take care of my first son who was only five years old. I cannot bring two children at once. I can still carry Lulu in front, because I'll carry the bike.

Forced, I had to take my two children.

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"Mas, let's go get some medicine." I woke up Azam mas who was even asleep after the magrib prayer. I shook his shoulders slowly. Kasian, it looks like Azam's hot. But I still have to wake him up. Than later tonight he whimpers again. Shortly after, my husband woke up.

"Indeed, you got the money, Dek?" asked Mas Azam who had turned around and glanced at me.

"Already, Mas. But I told you we have savings. In order that, every pinching state like this no longer borrows," I replied as I lowered my head in lethargy.

However, the words of my two in-laws were too piercing. It's not my fault I can't save money. While Mas Azam still has a car loan that we have to pay every month.

It was also on the basis of the insistence of the father-in-law who wanted Azam to install a car to be used by the family when there was an invitation or family gathering. There is something to be proud of, he said. So that Azam gave up his savings as a down payment. I actually do not agree, anyway why too force yourself if the end of life is like a lack of debt.

"Where can it stand, Deck. For car installments alone nearly three million. Not to mention, Mas has to pay for electricity whose price continues to rise. Even though we hitchhiked, at least Mas helped dad by paying for electricity in this house. Not a little bit of that, Deck. Nearly one million more each month. So, you should never feel that we are useless in this house, huh. Talking father same mother should not be taken heart. You just say yes" said Azam, encouraging my heart.

I answered her words with a smile and a nod of my head. It was as easy as Azam said it. He doesn't know what it's like to be in my position. I am the one who is always blamed.

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"Azam, are you still sick? Not going to work again, dong?" Mother who suddenly came into our room the next day. His face frowned when he saw Azam mas who was still wrapped in a blanket. I just watched as I fed Heru and Lulu breakfast not far from the room.

"Head Azam is still dizzy Ma'am, still limp as well" replied my husband. This time he took off the blanket and sat down on the edge of the bed. His face still looks pale.

"This is how it is, Lika! You can't take care of a sick husband! The healing period is not healed too! If you do not work later your salary is cut a lot, Azam! Tau, your dependents have a lot to pay. Oh, that's it, whatever you are! " Then my mother passed by passing me.

Always has.

My mom and dad have always said no to me since my body changed.

Wh why? Why listen to people's judgments?

...Seriate...