Humiliated Husband Family
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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 good, it can be enough for two weeks. Therefore, I was forced to swallow his words that were spicy and hurt.

"Luckily, Azam still gets his basic salary. At least you can pay for the car. Hah, it's been a difficult fate in youth and miserable in old age. When, you can relax!" mother grumbled while tidying up the merchandise that had just come from the agency.

While I tidied up the contents of the showcase.

Arrange canned bottle drinks and also milk boxes. I can only be silent while holding tight. My family, increasingly burdening Mother and also the Father-in-law. In fact, Nela also sometimes spends money for her needs of my two children. Implied in the heart to overcredit the antelope. In order, my little family does not need to raise their hands just for necessities and also daily meals. But I dare not say it. Because, my father-in-law who used the vehicle more often to shop for the contents of the grocery store mother.

"Heru, Lika had to stop the school first, Mom." I said when I saw the eyes of the mother snorting, that afternoon I taught Heru to recognize letters. The child was busy running unwilling to sit down while Lulu had already ripped off some books. Paper in the main living room. Mother would not like to see the messy house like a broken ship like this. And I will definitely fix it again.

"Try it, you took the Pill correctly. It's not gonna be like this. It's hard, a lot of kids!" mom's Nagging. My heart ached again hearing my mother's words just now. How not, if the presence of Lulu is so blamed. Besides, we're not difficult people. I should be happy and proud to have a beautiful grandson and a blanket of Lulu. Even the neighbors, always scrambling to carry. It's just that I'm the unusual one, leaving my son free to play with people other than family.

I can't stand to be quiet anymore.

"Lulu's presence is God's will. Circumstances that occur, difficult or happy are a gift from God. Both are a test. We have to deal with this with a lot of heart and patience" I said, meaning that my mother-in-law understood and no longer mentioned that the child was making it difficult, making spending increase. Doesn't every child have his own life. In fact, I was sure if one day Heru could go to school again.

"Yes, but still you have a share of this. You should be able to take care of yourself. Can keep, so as not to get pregnant again until Azam's car debt paid off first." Mother still confirms her opinion. Still, I'm the one in this position. In fact, it is clear that the father forced Azam to owe a car. Owe only because a prestige is not based on need. In fact, since then there have been problems. Mas Azam often gets sick, falls off the bike. And ended up as temporary handicap as it is today. Isn't this a small rebuke from, Lord?

"Sorry, Mom. Why is Lika wrong?" tanyaku slowly while holding tight.

"It's because you have Lika's womb! Mom wants to blame Azam!" said mother this time with a high enough tone. Maybe, mom doesn't like it if I keep answering her words.

I'm not strong enough to be quiet, this chest feels tight. If only Azam did not have a car debt, of course we would not ride a meal to him. Also we would have been able to contract a simple house. The basic salary of Azam is certainly enough for our meal costs for one month. But in the eyes of this family, I am the only one who is wrong.

"Huh! You just keep saying old people!" cut off mother as she passed away leaving me feeling hurt.

" Nela emang pinter. His brain is in business just like Mom and Dad. At home alone can have a business, so do not just rely on the finances of the husband alone." Suddenly my father-in-law issued a satire that I knew was deliberately aimed at the only daughter-in-law in this house.

This afternoon, where I was feeding my two children eating on the porch. While Mas Azam was sitting in his wheelchair some distance from us, because he was feeding the fish in the aquarium. In the living room.

"Barusan, Mr. Joko said that his son-in-law's salary was almost two million. Though her husband works in a factory but she is not ashamed even though she is a housemaid. At least, being able to raise money is not just hoping for a husband's salary." Father said again which made me frown even more.

What the hell does that mean? What, is Dad insinuating me? I don't want to not work. If I work, who will my children be with? Mas Azam's? No, even to take care of himself he needs a lot of my help. None of his family helped. But, I can only keep these words in my heart.

"Makanya being a woman must have principles. Self-sufficient and can make money on their own. Not only can you stay the same!" mother's circus without being strained.

"Astagfirullah," I said softly while holding my tight chest. As a result of mother's innuendo that really hurt my heart. It's not that I don't want to help my husband, it's just that I have limitations. As a wife and mother, I have a primary duty. That is, taking care of my two children with a small Azam mas.

Unlike Nela who has no children. I also never had a mistress because the children were often sick. Isn't it if toddlers are like that. Because the immune system is still weak so vulnerable to disease.

However, Azam and I never once blamed the presence of our two angels as an obstacle. They are both not a burden, but a trust that we must take care of and take care of as best as possible. His body and spirit.

"There was once a rich man who asked his father to marry Azam to his daughter. But baby, Azam didn't want to. Now it's good, he's a PNS. Has a house and also a large grocery store that is taken care of by his men." My father-in-law told me a hearty story, not thinking about my feelings here at all. As if he was sorry because finally Azam made a fool and married me the poor girl.

Moreover, this, I can only smile when my mind is sliced.

...Seriate...