Humiliated Husband Family
Chapters. 25. Husband Who Is Getting Away, What Signs?

Just finished the insult mom landed on me. Car, Jelita tau-tau has entered our yard. Mitsubishi New Pajero Sport car that cost almost eight hundred million. The black color is elegant and fashionable, making the faces of mothers and fathers laugh sumringah. How proud they are, seeing the vehicle lately often wara-wiri enter our yard.

Meanwhile, Honda jazz belonging to Azam mas red is now casually hanging out in the garage. Dad has managed to make up for it using borrowed money from, Jelita of course.

I'll put it right away, Lulu on the floor. Where there have been some toys and also, Heru. I went to pick up my husband, Mas Azam. But, almost as I got to the side of the car, mother had already pulled my hand. All right, I gave in and I let him respond to his son. I was training to the back of the car to take a wheelchair, but ... Nela laughed at me, with a very unpleasant look on her face.

Wh why? What was? I kept opening the folded wheelchair and pushed it to the front door of the car.

Among my confusion, because, Nela said nothing. Instantly, both my eyes were breaking when, Mas Azam got down from the car standing up, aka treading with his own two feet.

"Mas" I said almost inaudibly. Because after that all that came out was thanksgiving many times while holding Isak full of tears. After all these months, my husband could only sit on his wheelchair. Now, I can see again that he stood gallantly on his own two feet.

But, mas azam still uses a four-legged cane aid. As liked to be worn by the elderly. I left the wheelchair, then rushed towards my husband. "Mas Azam!" pekikku gleefully hugged her. I miss being in this position. I remember when my husband was about to leave for work. In fact, before the Azam accident, his romantic and warm attitude was still felt.

"Hey, Lika! You're not bothering you know!" Instantly, Mirna's mother, my in-law, pulled my hand so tight. Until, my hold on the body of Azam mas detached forcibly.

"Be aware of yourself why the hell, Ma'am! Your body is big, it is a new Azam mas only can stand and walk a few steps. What if he was pushed by you? Or does her leg hurt again because of how you're holding the weight?" yelling, Nela, scolded me in front of Jelita, who incidentally was a guest. I feel like I'm getting less and less considered. But I also understand. It won't be until I make my own husband go bad. I just express my happiness and longing for him.

How not, it has been almost three months, Azam mas no longer sleeps in our room. The reason, if in his sleep is not sound because it often wakes up every midnight. The reason was because, hearing the cries, our daughter, Lulu.

Rest, Azam mas becomes unqualified he said, and it can affect the healing process in both legs. Me, can't protest much. It was all based on the will of Azam mas as well. Of course, it made our meeting, the intensity of chatting between the two of us as well as the husband and wife relationship between us become greatly reduced. In fact, Azam began to rarely talk to me except asking for food, clothes or asking for his belongings.

To the extent that, my two children seemed to lose the figure of their papa. Because, Azam mas is very lacking even rarely interact with both children. I don't know what he did, even though the therapy was only done four times a week. But, in the empty time that only three days there is only one full day mas Azam at home.

I try to accept all of that with pleasure and calm. Take the lesson, because then every night becomes a productive time for me to become a writer. A quiet and peaceful atmosphere, made me able to spawn ascetic works that turned out to be able to catapult my name in a short time.

Mothers always cook adult food. At home there is rarely a vegetable shock or food that can be eaten by my two toddlers who still need a selected gini. The reason is, there are still eggs or I have money. Yeah, they let go of everything being my responsibility. Although, I know very well if Azam's salary is still left to just give me some shopping money.

"Lik, aren't you tired of living like a gini?" ask my best friend, Dina one afternoon. At that time we both picked up schoolchildren. Yes, I knew him early because our son went to school in the same place. Apparently, we also had a job in youth first. The difference is, Dina remains beautiful with her body that goals despite having three children.

"Heh, you can also form again. If only my son could rent a baker for nyuci, nyetrika the same bebenah house. Keep you in love with money for treatment to my salon kayak. Emang in kira kinclong bin glowing gini quite ama Aer wudhu doang. It's bullshit, Lika! The light of ablution seems later in the afterlife not in the world! Anyway, the mouth of your son-in-law Ama will not be able to silo so you say wudhu a day 24x !" dina was full of emotion. I see, he's not upset with me but .. yeah, you know.

In fact, I never once told how the Azam family behaved to me. This secret, I've been shut down. But, whose name was a disgrace, if it was time to be revealed it would definitely open up by itself. In fact, they themselves reveal the depravity of morality and the treatment of their attitude to me.

"Gue, mah, Lika. Najis tralala deh, will no longer mengginjek tuh house in-law lu. I can't stand squirming you in gituin. Could-can, later bacot me out, will be berabe arent! " said Dina, again still carried away by sewot aka emotions. I can only smile. In my opinion, this style of speech can comfort my heart a little.

Before, taking Heru home, I always stopped by the ATM. Coincidentally, I had made the bank card with the help of Dina. Because I have time to wait in line at the bank. I also don't want to let the house people know, my sizable side job. At least I can transfer money for your needs every month.

Moreover, now, you are often sickly. I don't know what happens if I don't take this step. To become an online novel writer. At least, I was able to make little by little money coffers.

One morning, after dropping off, Heru left for school. Jelita stopped my motorcycle with his expensive motorbike matic.

"Lik, Azam mas will soon be able to walk really. So, I want to ask you to be ready later, yes" he said with his usual calm gaze. Look and look at my makeup and appearance from top to bottom.

"Prepare, what, Ma'am?" ask me, pretend I don't know. Last night, I told him. One thing, that succeeded in making me unable to sleep all night.

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