Humiliated Husband Family
Chapters. 2. Mas Azam Accident

"Lika, after feeding your son, to the shop help me!" the message. I just nodded to answer Mom's orders. Meanwhile, Mas Azam could only be silent and dumbstruck to get a scolding from his mother. During his marriage to her, not once did Azam answer or fight to his parents. He could only shut up and obey.

Finally, my two children have calmed down, it also happens that Heru has school holidays today. Our first son has only been in PAUD this month, at least he already knows how to invite play Lulu, his sister. Actually, Mom had forbidden us to send Heru to school. He said he was too small and just wasted money.

But not in my opinion, at school Heru can learn to socialize even though most singing. Does not teach toddlers in such a way. Because, by dancing and singing they can learn several things at once. That's why I kept sending Heru. Although in the beginning Mas Azam had to follow what his mother said. He said he didn't go to school in kindergarten. Finally I was able to open my husband's mind about the benefits of sending children early on.

I put Lulu inside the baby Walker. My heart is calm if my two children have eaten and bathed. Heru sat on the sofa while nursing, his gaze focused on the front of the television. Usually, if the morning does like a lot of cartoon shows.

I approached Azam mas asking permission to the stall to help mom. " Mad, I went to the house next door first huh. Please, look at his son. You, come watch it so as not to be too bored on the bed," said I softly. Mas Azam just nodded slowly, I saw he was still pensive when I left him next door. Coincidentally I have a grocery and rice stall sitting next to the house.

At the mom's stall.

"Mom, Mirna. Complete two-pack of rice!" pinta is one of our customers who is none other than our neighbor. He glanced at me and smiled at me.

"Well, Lik?" culiknya.

"Again, make some bakwan dough, ma'am. It's over, "I replied politely. Even though I don't like the way he looks at me.

"Feelings are getting bigger. Though the new child two," he said again, started a riot at the mother's stall. Normally, my in-laws would be instantly provoked. And sure enough ...

"Lika also does not understand, but tired. Every night also stay up at the Lulu" I replied. Honestly, I do not understand why my body weight does not want to go down since giving birth. Lulu is an exclusive ASI.

"Regulated dong, Lika's diet. Do nothing to enter. Tuh, my mother's son and two children still fit clothes fit again teenagers. Your in-laws are also slim, still slim. Your youth are losing. Yes, Miss Mirna," said our neighbor again ruffled and nosy. What the hell is in it for her, always fussing about my body shape which has changed a hundred and eighty degrees since I became pregnant with my first child.

"Yes that's it, Mom. Children now mostly volunteer do not want to be horrified what parents say. Don't want to take angkin after the lava. Eating also does not stop. It's the same we used to do what the parents said," replied my in-laws laughing at me. I don't know what that means, but my heart is heating up because of this.

I just shut up, I'm quiet. Why do they serve them. I will never be right and win. Let them both keep insinuating me. Although these ears are hot, I try to be patient.

After dawn the next day, I saw that Azam was well dressed in a blue Dongker uniform. Mas Azam was even rubbing his pantofel shoes with polish.

"Mas, you want a job?" many wonder. Not that Azam is still limp and dizzy. Thought.

"Yes, Deck. Mom was right, we need a lot. In the meantime, I haven't worked two days."

"Mas, it's lightening. I'm not good at my job, replaced by Sahrul continues. You pray yes, let Mas survive," he said as he thrust his palm towards me. I grabbed and kissed the back of his hand. Then Azam put a warm kiss on my forehead. Things he never missed he did to me every time he went to work.

I hugged him for a moment. "Be careful, my mother" I said. Although I was also confused that Mas Azam was late on vacation, but I also did not have my husband to force himself.

"Well, that's dong! The man must be strong!" Suddenly, my mother-in-law appeared at the door of our room. Isn't that disrespectful. What if I and Azam are still hugging?

"Sickness is not to be spoiled. Look, Mom and Dad. This old man still works hard. Because what? Because we can only rely on ourselves, not others," said Mother who developed her smile to usher in the departure of mas Azam work.

I took off Azam's mas heavily, for I saw that his face was still pale. Sure enough, my worries were answered. Two hours later we got word by phone. The news came from the unit hospital not far from the company where brother

"Astagfirefull!"

Police, and Raharja services who came to the house said that Azam mas joleng from his own motorbike then fell and accidentally hit by a car that was driving from the front.

Now, Azam is not just an ordinary pain. Except for a temporary disability. One leg in a cast for the next six months.

Now that your husband is disabled, it should be you who replaced him to work!" my mother-in-law exclaimed, even though we were still in the hospital.

"Mas Azam is not deformed, ma'am. Mas Azam will definitely be cured!" my chuckle couldn't bear it because my mother kept saying that Azam's mas was defective.

"You can't take care of your husband. Sickness also forced to work. Try if you're a productive wife like me!" sindir Nela blames me. In fact, his mother who continues to force mas Azam to enter work. Nela was the only sister of Mas Azam. Indeed, Nela had an online business selling clothes and shoes. At home also open a business counter pulses and photocopies. So Nela does not only rely on the salary of her husband who came home three not once. Nela's husband works out of town as a road construction contractor.

Again, I was blamed for what happened to our little family. Though I clearly remember, it was the mother who forced Azam mas to work. But, my in-laws did not defend me at all or admit that it was he who forced his son to go to work.

With this kind of Azam, we became so dependent on my husband's family. Nela with her mouth that will always insult me first before she gives a sack of rice about ten kilos in size. That's enough for two weeks. Therefore, I had to swallow his spicy words.

"Take me, dong! Self-sufficient!" chief Nela, after putting down the diaper one bal of twenty pieces for Lulu.

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