Humiliated Husband Family
Chapters. 16. The Arrival of Friends of Mas Azam Office

My body feels crumpled. Mas Azam seems vengeful. Wrap out what he's holding at one time. I haven't straightened this out since my return home. But I am happy and grateful. It turns out Azam is still passionate about me. I admit that even though he was paralyzed, the caps were still big. Even though I have to work extra. It's okay .. May it be a reward field.

Immediately I cleaned myself, before I read the intention of the mandatory bath first in my heart. Wash both hands three times in running water. Clean the private area up to the inside using the left hand. After that I wash my hands again, then give soap to the entire body shampooing using shampoo on the hair. The final part is, pouring water from the base of the hair to the tip of the foot.

Thank God, children are so understanding. Both of them remained calm in a deep manner even though I had finished the bath. I lay down this tired, clean body while waiting for the Asar azan. Of course after I finished preparing the warm water for Mas Azam. Now it's my husband's turn to take a shower. Azam can shower himself. He was able to move from his wheelchair to the special chair I had prepared in the bathroom. Later, when I'm done staying I help to wear clothes to him.

Just got my legs straight, and Instagaram school to promote my merchandise. I heard the door being knocked several times. Soon, I picked up the instant hijab I hung on the nail. Then I went out to open the door.

"Assynnya!"

"Greetings waalaikum!" my answer. It turned out that the entourage of friends of one Azam mas office was about to visit. In total it has been almost eight months that my husband is in such a state. Doesn't work and still depends on the wheelchair. Good, the company still pays the basic salary even though Azam does not work.

"Please come in, Azam is still in the bathroom. Waiting, Mas and Mbaknya," I said politely. And a smile I could not put on my face. Mas Azam must be very happy because he visited his division friends. I went back to tell my husband.

"Mas, is the bath finished yet?" I said knocking on the bathroom door. Before long, my husband opened the door.

"Why the hell?" ask Azam ketus. Why the hell is he? Since his illness, his habits have changed. I was looking at me full of excitement now cynical like that. I still reply with a big smile.

"There are your friends, Mas. From the office" I explained. Instantly a tinge of happy smile just came out from the fresh face of my husband. I am happy too, until this heart is moved. Surely, Azam kangen mas with his friends. I miss the mood of work too. I understand and fully understand the changes for the sake of his psychological changes. As an understanding wife I try to accept everything with a free chest. Wishing in prayer on my every prostration, that God would soon heal my husband.

I turned on the stove to cook water. Maybe I'll make some sweet tea. Coincidentally there is wheat flour and tape in the refrigerator. I also light the fire in the second furnace. I ignored my laundry that asked to be rinsed.

The drinks and snacks are done. I'm driving him forward. Just as I heard laughter from the Azam guests.

"Bini mah cave, can slim again fit abis lahiran. That's why the cave is so grateful. Don't get married anymore." Suddenly the words of one of Azam's mas friends provoked laughter from others. I see this body from top to bottom. Suddenly, a sense of inferiority crept into my back. Incidentally, I wore a very large negligee that did not form a body. I feel like an ondel-ondel right now.

Instantly the call from Azam dashed my daydream. "They!"

"I'm sorry it's a long time, the banquet. Go ahead, enjoy the taste of it yes," I said trying to stay friendly, while arranging a few glasses and plates filled with fried tape. Although I realized, that there was a strange look from some of the eyes of Azam's mas comrades. " Thank you for visiting, Azam," I said, sitting my butt on the empty sofa. But not a minute ...

"That's why your laundry isn't finished. Lannijin. Before the children wake up," said Mas Azam, making me not be accompanying him to receive guests. Ah, that's right, but I feel something else. Looks like Azam's a shame, if I accompany him. Without trying to hurt my heart more deeply with all the presumptions that are not necessarily true, I went back to completing my work. While occasionally opening social media for merchandise promos.

Sometimes I read novels online. For entertainment, relieving the stress that sometimes hit my soul. There is a desire to be able to tell a story as well. Moreover, being an online novel writer can also bring land money. Hemm ... Maybe I can try it. After all, when I was in school I did like to make short stories or stews. Even though all I'm doing is a school-level race.

At least this writing or literary field I liked since childhood. In fact, I was nicknamed the pantun queen and rhyme by school friends. I ventured, I copied my writing that I had been keeping in memos. Because all this time I wasn't confident at all. Afraid that the story I made was less interesting, so no one would read it.

Coincidentally all this time I used to pour the story that was in my brain in the default note application of my phone. It turns out that there are about ten kinds of titles, with a fairly large number of chapters. I choose which genre is booming right now.

I ignored the laughter in the living room that finally made my daughter Lulu wake up because of the noise. I don't know what they're talking about. Sayup I hear it's all unfaithful. O Allah, Mas Azam .. why your circle of friendship is like this. No one can change your outlook on marriage. Being invited to study also does not want to, then how can your mind and heart be open? I let out a heavy sigh while holding Lulu and taking her to the room for me to breastfeed.

Shortly after, my phone rang.

"Why, Tyo? Huh! Astagfirullah! Dad why?" I was shocked, until Lulu's food source was forcibly released from Lulu's mouth that was sucking on her. I also screamed to myself for the pain.

"Yes, insyaallah ... later ... Ma'am find the money. Take care of Mr. Yo le ..," said I rahu withhold sobs. Though without power again these tears came down also with a swift.

"Protect the Father, O God!" I said softly while hugging Lulu.

"Dek temen, I'm home. You were summoned from earlier as well instead of going out to meet them!" omel mas Azam without knowing if this heart is sad.

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