Humiliated Husband Family
Chapters. 32. Waiting for an Answer, Tuk Has a Widow.

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That night made Azam not touch me. This self immediately grew even more disgusted, when I saw using my two eyes that Azam was doing something inappropriate with the flirtatious widow.

Oh God, I think what I feel in my heart is just a negative thought. But, it turns out that all my bad feelings are reality. Though Azam told me that the two of them never had skin-to-skin contact. But I could no longer believe every word that came out of his mouth. I consider all of them to be mere evasion.

Because I found the evidence, with a heavy heart I told Mas Azam that he immediately married the widow of the flirtatious bin itchy. Trying to strengthen the heart, even if half dead. When I have to say something so hard to accept.

This afternoon, in the family room. When everyone gathered to talk about Azam's marriage. I joined them and chose to sit on the single sofa.

I put my two children in front of my mother's home television to keep them quiet and calm. Various snacks I prepared in front of Heru. Tell him not to disturb us. Thank God, my son is now starting to be independent and can easily kunasehati. Heru even more understood how to invite his little sister to play.

I felt that God had prepared the three of us to let go.

"So, how about it, Lika. Are you ready if Azam marries Jelita? Do not let later in the day you demand this and that. Then complain here and there if Azam has wronged you. Now tell me from the beginning if you're sincere, and you should be. All for the sake of your future and also your two children," said my mother-in-law, long bin wide like my body shape.

But, even so. I am still able to make a man as handsome as Azam look at himself with full of naps. In fact, there is Jelita who is ready to give anything to him. Maybe, if my body shape still survives like when girls used to. I can keep my husband afloat and infatuated. Ah, I'm not grateful that way.

Because later on I will blame the presence of my two children. All of this has become a way of life. It's destiny. Not that it cannot be changed, but it takes a lot of time and capital.

Meanwhile, as a housewife who only relies on the salary of her husband. Of course I have to be very careful in spending money. Almost never think about your own situation, because one thing that makes calm is when all the needs of the husband and also my two children are met first.

Mr. Dahlan, as my father-in-law, rarely spoke. But, once said it tastes spicy. Rarely comment but once again a bad voice in the heart. If I were an evil daughter-in-law, maybe my father and mother would have gotten into a fight. Because, I know the big secret that the middle-aged man is hiding from the entire family at the moment.

But, of course, I who understand morality in my religion would not be possible to do such a thing. If it was time, God would have exposed the disgrace of his servant. As the saying goes, that as smart as you keep the carcass .. then the smell will be smelled too.

Just waiting for the right time, God. My God is the best screenwriter. Where the conflict and climax are very fitting and will never be able to guess.

Unlike me, who is just a novelist. Where sometimes the plot I write can be guessed by the reader. Every conflict I make sometimes is almost like a true story. But if God made it, the story would be different than any other human being.

Responding to the sentence-by-sentence speech conveyed by my father and also the mother of my husband. These lips, I can only pull up to create a smile. Calm, without any emotional impression or oppressed.

It's not easy indeed. Not everything is as visible and legible. It took me days, to be able to string the fragments of the heart into a single unit. However, its shape is no longer as complete as before.

Not yet the time for me to answer, I still see and I wait for the next condescending sentence from them. This time it was Nela's turn to speak.

"It seems to me anyway, mbak Lika has no other choice but to accept with a spacious chest. Especially later mbak Jelita will pay off the installment of Azam mas cars. Later if she is already legally a wife. Isn't that delicious, Mommy? Later, Azam mas salary will be back intact not cut into installments here and there," said Nela, lightly.

It's easy to talk, where's it good? Good for who? Mammy? Of course it is.

They are also women. Would they not have thought, had it been, Nela or Mother who was in my current position.

Doesn't it sound like you're selling your son to a lonely rich widow? So he uprooted my household and honor as a wife. As if here I have nothing to say and express my wishes and opinions. In fact, I am not mute.

"Well, that's right, Nela. Try to think like that, Lika," added the mother again. I still responded to them all with a smile.

Oh God, how will mother feel, if one day, Nela is in my position. Can he teach the meaning of the word sincere? To his daughter? Or, if you've found out what you did to her. Will you, mother also be sincere?

Not long after, Azam turned to me.

"Say your answer, Lika. Don't just smile. Don't let us think that you are not sane," said Mas Azam sounding impatient.

I swear, I hold this laughter to death, so as not to gush out and surprise them all.

"Ekhemm .. sorry! Already all yes, who talk? All right, so here's the answer, Lika ..."

...Seriate...