Humiliated Husband Family
Chapters. 4. The Passive Husband.

After praying isya a bit late, because I have to wait for my two children to sleep first. At least I want there to be one time of my worship that is solemn. Without hurry because mourned by my two children who scramble toys or Lulu who just climb my body when prostrating.

After complaining to Robb, I lay my body on our simple bed. Just a simple foam mattress with a wooden cot, even my mattress was without spring.

My gaze glared, while staring at the sky of the room. Instantly the memory in my head turned back the last sentence of my mother and father-in-law that afternoon. In the end, I concluded that they were telling me to work. It was just that he did not dare to say it directly. What am I supposed to do? I also actually want to help Azam.

But, if I work ... How's Heru and Lulu?

"That's it, Deck, don't think too much. If you're sick later, then what about us?" Azam's words surprised me who was glaring. Thinking, what work made me not leave both of my children sound worried indeed. But, it is also true said mas Azam. If I get sick, then what will be the fate of my two children. That's what I was thinking. But, there was no way I would ignore what they had told me.

"Can't, Mom. If you were in my position, you would be confused as well. I do not want the presence of Heru and Lulu who are always considered not on time. It's my fault, who doesn't have a college education. Because mom said, if I work in a factory with a salary of five million per month. Only mother wants to take care of the children," I said, implied pent-up emotions. I had to tell Azam everything. I can't hold it myself anymore. The brain and the d feel like they're going to explode.

Mas Azam, heaving a heavy sigh. The handsome man who was now sitting on the wheelchair, could only stroke my shoulder as a way to comfort. However, for the time being it has not had any effect on me. This heart is already hurt and offended.

Why is it my fault that I am in this family. Were they not the ones who came to my father and asked me to be his son-in-law. Although lately I know, all because mas Azam is the first eldest son in the family. If you do not get married, the fortune of a large family will not grow. Thus, the understanding of the Azam mas family.

However, right now what I feel is very different. Their attitudes all changed and differed by one hundred and eighty degrees. I don't know why I wasn't thinking so much either. In fact, my sister-in-law Nela follows the julid and likes to say ketus without thinking about my feelings.

In the morning, sister Nela came back looking for trouble for me. But, for my mother and father-in-law, Nela was only well-intentioned.Of course, they would defend Nela who incidentally was their daughter. What if I? I don't know.

Nela took my body from top to bottom. Makes me uncomfortable with his gaze.

"Try me if you're slim. My friend would like to enter you to work at the supermarket. Let, Heru with Lulu, will be in the same guard pok Ema. Only 600 thousand money love also want him," said sister Nela splitting the silence in the quiet morning.

I just kept quiet, Nela again offended my enlarged body shape since giving birth to Heru. There was a sign of regret, why I had to rush to get pregnant. However, a talk from one of the leading Ustadjahs I have seen on social media with a red icon. That, every destiny and provision of God is best and always right for us. After all, we should not blame the presence of children. They are both a trust and a fortune to be grateful for.

The impact on body changes, it's just a cycle. Everything can be tried to change. But we need support, time and capital to go towards that change. You can't blame one side. Especially when compared to the physical condition of others. God created his creatures differently.

Right now I'm weighing the sugar at mom's grocery store. Then I'll put it in a small plastic. I have to work hard to help my mother, because inevitably we hitchhiking food from the mother's stall. What about the base salary, mas Azam. Of course I did not accept it, even his pay slip and a standalone cash bridge card were held by my father-in-law. All are used up to pay the installment of the car loan and also the cost of therapy to the hospital for a week twice.

"Everything, having that body is censored. A lot of money in the pantes!" chord, Mr. Dahlan, my father-in-law.

The deg!

I feel like this heart is starting to heat up. Father who was bathing his birds, suddenly joined in to talk. Where's dad's voice when he talks it loud. Because, it is his character and disposition like that. If you've talked to neighbors next to the house, even people who just pass by must hear the voice of the father. Especially if at the shop again someone is shopping. I don't know where to put my face.

"Don't be a reason for being pregnant and being born!Look at your mother-in-law. His body is still like a Spanish guitar even though he is old. Therefore, the father is still loyal," said the father while glancing at the mother with a flirtatious smile.

Faithful, if there are young customers or widowed ones, they will be tempted by the father. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. I have to be patient. Although, this mouth felt like it wanted to flip over every single one of their words. But I thought long. My kids and I stayed and ate with them. So I have to be patient in a moment.

I continued my work until it was finished. One thing I thought, if Lulu wakes up then, I can't help mom anymore.

"That's it, Aya, Herman's bin. I've got three children, not changed pisan body!" mother's chirps are getting my ears hot. I'm patient because they may not understand. Even they don't realize, if they just did body shamming against me, their own daughter-in-law.

I who could not bear it finally answered.

"Every person's metabolism or body condition, including women, is different. Some are easily fat, some can not be fat there is also a stable up to a certain age limit. So, we cannot compare or stigmatize negativity without fully knowing what is actually happening. After all, every will of God must be accepted. Even if it's good or bad!" my words were firm, making my two in-laws snort and Nela rebuke.

"We're like high schoolers can talk about it!" chirps Nela ketus.

Meanwhile, it turns out that Azam mas has been in front of the connecting door between the main house and stall. He gave a hard-to-picture look at me.

'If Azam had been there since, why did he not defend me? I'm in keroyok mas!' I can only go back once again. Perhaps my husband was speaking in front of his parents.

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