Humiliated Husband Family
Chapters. 10. What Do You Consider Me, Mas?

I didn't really hear them, but surely .. Mom and Nela were so enthusiastic and happy. The beautiful woman, did not refuse when introduced to Azam mas. In fact, the man who had married me for more than six years was clearly in an imperfect state. Indeed, I admit ..the man who can now only be on his wheelchair has a very handsome face. His charisma is capable of making any woman clamps.

So, although mas Azam has a limitation of motion at this time. The charm of luring my husband did not fade away at all. This is what makes you feel like you are losing yourself. The touch and the warm embrace I no longer felt in my body. In fact, doctors say if paralysis while mas Azam has no effect on the vital organs and also reproduction. During this time, Azam was always excited to see my body. But, lately, I don't know what's developing in his mind.

Mas Azam became a person who suddenly had a cold and indifferent attitude. At first I thought it was because of the accident that had partly robbed her of her confidence. But my views and judgments are changing right now. Where, Azam put on a smile while thrusting his hand which was directly reached by the woman.

"Excession!" I growled, with both hands clenched beside my body. Both feet then move to step onto the terrace where Mas Azam is located. But ...

"Maa ... Maa .. aaa ...!" Lulu, a toddler who just turned one year old, had already cried calling my name. Although not yet fluent, but a mother like me would understand if it was his speech to draw my attention to him again.

"Dear, Mama's there ...!" I answered, heavily stepping back into the house. Although, my head still occasionally looked outwards through the window. Just watch out for you, Mas. Why do you want to be invited to meet until you shake hands. I subconsciously threatened in my heart. Because, my instincts feel, if the woman is not a good woman. Seen from his gaze when he looked towards my husband.

"Why, dear Lulu," I asked the little princess who was now sitting on the baby chair. It was my first child, Heru. Still quite good, because it always gets a neat treatment and is stored in a neat place.

His whimper stopped instantly, as I got back near his side. I see Lulu again trying to put her food with a spoon into her tiny mouth. "Goddessa! Son, Mama's so smart!"praise him while clapping.

" Sister also pintel. Nih, the matanannya abis all," said Heru reported.Of course it makes me laugh and immediately rub the tip of the head and kiss the cheek of the bully.

"Yes, Brother is also a pinter. All Mama Pinter and Sholih's kids, God willing!" I said expectantly. Every time my two children do a good thing, I will definitely praise and kiss them. As a motivation for them to understand more that I am a parent who will always support also appreciate the slightest of their actions.

After that, magrib mas Azam just entered the house. I don't know where my husband is from. Usually, he would pray in the living room to invite Heru. "Mas, where was the prayer?" ask me while folding the laundry. Meanwhile, Heru and Lulu play on a mattress on the front floor of the television. Heru took out some Lego toys of his construction. Sometimes I pay attention to both of them and there are things that make me smile or just take a breath.

"Before the prayer, it was from Nela's shop" said my husband flat and without guilt. It's not usually like this.

"Astagfireullah! Usually, Mas directly pray pas denger adzan. But kok-"

"Yes, this is prayer too!" snatch Azam at me. Fix this must be Satan's entry. Because it's magrib but it's still outside the house. I, again, can only say Istighfar in my heart.

After, mas Azam solat .. I intend to approach him. There was a warm sweet tea and also some toast on the tray I was carrying. Then I put it slowly on the table. Azam is currently watching a football match on one of the television stations.

"In drink, Mas. Adek, make sweet tea with toast." I try to offer as much as possible to keep using a soft tone of voice and seem polite.

Notya replied, mas Azam actually threw a suspicious look at me. The man who had those thick, black eyebrows, did not say a word. Back, focusing his gaze onto the television screen.

"Mas, what's wrong with you? Is there anything wrong or my actions that are not right in your eyes? Justsaytheword. Whatever is better, than Mas silenced Adek like this," said I firmly. I even looked at his face close and close. It just so happened that the day had passed, so that my two sons had re-entered their dreamland.

"Why are you? Just sold so, already lost your courtesy order to my family!" hardik mas Azam while looking at me. Instantly I felt slapped even though Azam was just rebuking me through speech. I gasped in shock at his attitude. Trying not to provoke emotions, with me taking a deep breath while saying Istighfar.

" Sorry, Mas. Lost decency how, that is? Adek really does not understand," asked me to ask my husband for an explanation.

"Mother's story, are you now going and going home without greetings and also not saying goodbye? Passing through without reprimand and greeting. Doesn't that mean a loss of decency!" cecar mas Azam booed, without asking me first carefully.

"Then, did you just believe, in the story just now? What, I don't want to hear the story in my version, your own wife?" my brother tried to turn things around. Because I don't want to be blamed.

"Of course, I believe. They're my family!" firmly mas Azam again with increasingly hardened jaws. As if right now, not talking to the woman who has given birth to her children. This heart is like being squeezed to get this treatment at the moment, tired and tired of raging.

Actually I just want to rest, but my husband is arguing.

"Then, this adek ... You assume, what am I, Mas?"

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