
"Expiritual, Mas. I can't manage our household like this!" reject me firmly. In fact, I took the source of Lulu's food out of my baby girl's mouth quickly. Until I myself finally grimaced to feel the pain at the end of my chest. I saw Azam's mas had a quick glance, I realized his jakun down and up. Soon, I'll get my top dress straight. Good thing, Lulu didn't cry.
"According and surviving. Or, you want Mom to order me to get you back!" exclaim mas Azam is no less firm with his tone is quite high.
I also jerked, until my chest felt tight. I squeezed down next to my chest with tears that had come down profusely wetting my cheeks. Really, this heart hurts so much. Which wife whose heart is not hurt and sore when she gets a decision from her husband's family about her own household.
Indeed, at this time mas Azam, I admit that I am in need of money that is not small. However, not by accepting offers from others whose intentions are indeed targeting the integrity of my household. I had expected, if Jelita's intention from the beginning was not sincere in helping my husband's family.
"Where can I, Mas. Feel my position, as a wife. Which woman would take it for granted, letting another woman enter openly into her household!" my cry was held back, because I didn't want my two children to know that their parents were fighting.
"I know, Lika. I know and understand that this is not easy for you. But, you see the intention and intent of all this. I had to do it too, because of something. Shouldn't they help each other. Jelita helped me as well as my family, and then me and we helped her. Gave her a clear status in this environment. You know the reason too. Jelita was a rich widow who lived a single day. Not a few men target her only because of her husband's possessions alone. He needs protection and a status. That's all!" obviously my husband is long. But still I can't take it. Somehow, for me that reason seems to be making it up, just.
"Mas, if indeed he needs status and a sense of security. Why choose you, who obviously already has a wife? Why not just look for other men, there must be a lot of men out there who want to be paid for a limited marriage contract." I said, still with the emotion I was holding in my chest. I can still control the tone of my voice so it's not too loud. Although, the tip of my chest feels like it is about to explode.
"Come, Lika. He's a very rich man. Where can choose others. What if the person is mean and just wants to use it. As for my family, you know, Dek. We are a good and honorable family in this village. We are quite distinguished. Therefore, Jelita felt more confident to give up her safety. Think more broadly, do not just rely on your feelings. Try to think using brains and logic" the circus mas Azam who had turned his wheelchair was about to leave the room.
"Mas!" call me hoping he doesn't leave me in this room. We still have a lot to talk about. At least, he tried to seduce me with pleas for example. Not in such an arrogant and dictatorial way. My heart is made of flesh and blood, not of iron or stone.
"Our talk is enough to get here. If you really want my recovery .. then there will be no more rejection out of your mouth!" mas Azam said without looking at me.
"Yes, Mas, Adek tau .. but --"
"If you can't, I'll let you go back to your father when that day comes." cut Azam. After he said his last words, my husband passed by with his wheelchair. Leaving me in the room with Lulu who was playing alone on the bed.
If I go back, it will only disappoint you. Me, just gonna smear his face with mud failure to get married. I don't want to make you sad and depressed anymore. As much as possible, I need to strengthen myself. "Sir, will Lika be strong to hold on and stand tall when there is a storm hitting this household. What, Lika can hold on, sir. But, until when? This heart hurts so much. All of them, none of them think about feelings, Lika." I could only fumble alone, then cry until late at night. In fact, I forgot that I haven't eaten since lunch.
"Sorry, my dear mother. The milk a little? Quickly from earlier you cry continuously. Not satisfied, dear lady? Yes already, mama wants to eat first yes," I said to Lulu, I hope later after eating. Even girls and have eaten MP-ASI, but Lulu is still strong when sucking the food source.
I'm the one who wants to be duaakan.
Trying to ignore the problems that are plaguing me. I'd better open this fully charged phone. I don't know why I found the feeling to make a sad story. I will focus on this secret work of mine. I'm sure, if one day I will definitely succeed in becoming a successful person with my own abilities.
A sad heart is slightly healed when I have a notification containing nominal money. Thank God, at least the career I built slowly has begun to produce real results. Mas Azam and also his family have considered me a crumb that deserves to be stepped on and looked down upon. One day, I will prove to you, if in this poor fool, I can lift his own degree. Just wait! I will desperately defend what is mine.
Time pass.
Mas Azam has started to undergo treatment in a downtown hospital. I was never once invited or just allowed to take a look at my own husband's therapy. The reason makes sense. I'm better at home and taking care of my two children. Moreover, Heru has returned to school in Early Childhood Education.
Makes me a little busy, and just surrender the entire Azam mas treatment to Jelita and Nela. Yes, they often go three times using a vehicle owned by the widow mode. Traveling, Mas Azam who always long when undergoing therapy makes me have a lot of time to write and a little self-care.
I also started to dress up again. The results of my online sales can finally make me buy a few pieces of change of clothes for me to wear every day.
One afternoon, when I waited for the return of Azam mas on the terrace, all of you accompanied the play Heru and also Lulu. My mother-in-law said ...
"Tumben dance? You want to compete with Jelita? Geez, far away, Lika .. far away!"
"She is sexy and fashionable! Money too!"
Jeggerr!
Mother's curse made me feel like I was struck by lightning.
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