Humiliated Husband Family
Chapters. 12. The Endeavors in Mas Azam's Family

Mas Azam, I saw that my husband was just looking down, without wanting to defend me. At least tell me if that was his request. As well, my mother-in-law has violated the ethics of decency of entering the house without greeting. We need privacy. My mother-in-law doesn't understand this? Sometimes I don't think about it when I think about all this.

We cannot separate ourselves, because mas Azam must help the family finances. At least give us both privacy. Be polite by promoting ethics. Be a role model to their children. In this case, how to be respected and also respected.

"Astagfirullah, robbal baroyah .. astagfirullah minal hotoyah ...." I deliberately dhikr with the rhythm while tidying up the table that is still messy with children's toys. Freely I replied, it is better to think so that mother soon realized.

Too bad, it's just that the mother is getting annoyed. Not shame and for what he just said to his son-in-law. If only he would move his lips by following the asthma of God. Perhaps those demons would not bear perching in his heart. For the heart filled with dhikr and the name of Allah will not be touched by Satan or the jinn.

"What's up, Mom? It's late, Azam, just as Lika is going to sleep" my husband asked. Tumben brave.

"Yes, I know it's night too! Just want to tell you, tomorrow the car will be rented to his friend father. His son wants to go to Bandung. Not bad, later the money can make the contents of the stall Mother," said firmly the woman who had given birth to my husband.

For me, it's up to me to get that car. Want to rent, want to sell or want to be thrown away though, I don't want to care. Not because of anything, we have no rights. Although every month Azam's salary is mostly used up to pay the installments.

What appropriate, they prefer to maintain prestige in order to provide the best treatment for their son. In fact, if they want to .. mas Azam can get better treatment in the best hospital in the city center. One way is to sacrifice the vehicle of family pride. Over the course of the car to someone else who wants to continue the installment. Then, use the Azam mas car down payment for expenses during treatment in the city.

Dina, my best friend told me the other day. That, there is a hospital with the best orthopedic specialist doctors graduates from the windmill country, the Netherlands. It just so happened that Dina's brother in just six months was able to walk back and be healthy until now. Moreover, the state of Azam is most likely to return to normal. All in all, the decision is in the hands of the Azam mas family. As his wife, I have absolutely nothing to express my opinion.

Not that I never tried. Of course, as a wife has tried to express opinions from the thoughts and suggestions of my friend. However, Azam refused it outright. In fact, he himself did not dare to determine his own fate.

"Whatever, Mom. As long as it is happy and happy. But be careful, Mom. Do not carelessly trust others" Azam's message to Ms. Mirna, my in-laws.

"That's your father's business. Anyway, where there's a father who's not right," I'm Mom. It made me only shake my head slowly with a smile. Since when can we judge the hearts and intentions of men? I continued my work in front of the sink. Sometimes I still hear the words of my mother who seemed to insinuate me.

"Don't be too sweet and mushy to be a husband, Zam. If it has been stabbed from behind then you know the taste. Be a firm man. You are the leader in your household, even though your current situation is weak," said mother, I don't know what it means to stab from behind.

What exactly makes you hate me, Mom. In fact, Lika already considers mother as her own biological parents. Since marrying Mas Azam, you are my parents. But your treatment after I gave birth to Heru, is getting worse.

What makes you ashamed? Is it because of my current body shape. My look is impossible to be proud of since giving birth. Is it because of my poor family? In contrast to the circumstances of her husband Lena who comes from a family is?

So that you can give whatever you want. Can, provide pride and respectable views from among the neighbors and other large families. Remember the words of one of my mother-in-law's cousins, when we attended the family's funeral before Azam's accident.

That's the painful phrase I've heard. In fact, every time mas Azam payday .. I have never been part even to buy a new piece of gamis. Once a year, just a little. It was not from salary, but from holiday allowance.

Given that, it made me drop back the clear crystal that was pooled in the corner of this eye. Sometimes I forget to be grateful. Too busy to mourn fate. There are many blessings that God has bestowed on me. One of them, my body is healthy, my heart is strong and my children are healthy and agile.

In fact, some of my neighbors are also my friends to the point of amazed. Seeing how the growth of my two children who are smart and also fast in growth. Heru and Lulu, you are the source of my spirit.

Do I deserve to complain?

A few days later, our house was covered in grief. Mother, was rushed to the hospital for a mild heart attack. What cause? I think it's God's rebuke for us.

"Mas, Adek told Nela to take turns looking after Mom. So, later Heru and Lulu, want me to leave it to my father's house," I said asking my husband for permission.

"Thank you, you still care about Mom" my husband said softly as he lowered his head. Inevitably I have to trouble my father and also my youngest brother. Anyway, this is a family duty. Where it takes cooperation to help each other and also help. You are happy, because for him his iron family is very good and respects him. All, because I am good at covering the true nature of my father and mother-in-law to my father.

"Dad, maen believed it. As a result, I went to the hospital!" I heard Nela squealing in her stall. I see there is also Azam mas who restrains anger.

Actually, what is the cause of the mother having a heart attack? No one explained it to me. Including Azam, my husband.

Then where's dad?

Since morning I haven't seen the trunk of his nose. Maybe he's taking care of something.

"Lika, you want to go to the hospital?" ask one of my neighbors. Good thing my bike hasn't gone fast, so I brake for a little while.

"Well, what a hell you. Should not be taken care of. In addition, every day always disfigures you. In fact, his daughter-in-law is already good this way," said one of my neighbors. Call it Miss Ratna.

"After all, this is Lika's duty as a child, Mom. Regardless of all the treatment. Lika left first yes, leave the house. If there's anything, please tell Lika," I said goodbye. Thank God, there are still neighbors who care about me. Though, his words sounded emotional.

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