Humiliated Husband Family
Chapters. 5. I Want to Be Defended, Mom!
"Mas Azam? Since when is it here?" ask me wonder. Surprisingly, the look in my husband's eyes was so sharp to me. Am I wrong, right? Whahuh? Since I was done helping my mother, I pushed Azam's wheelchair into our room. Yes, I and Azam mas have three plots of the house that are still connected to the main house of Azam's parents.
Therefore, mother and father-in-law can still freely go back and forth to our house. There is absolutely no privacy. Moreover, on our part there is no room door. When we want to channel the desire alone, we both always rush or choose the midnight time when all the residents of the house are asleep.
Although, Nela. She built her mother's vacant land with her husband's savings. At that time Nela's own husband became her exchange. While the workers are his men who are taken from the village. This is usually the case if a contractor. But, the electricity and water are still connected to the main house.
"Mas, why did you shut up?" ask me after I lean my back on the sofa in front of the television. I saw that the children were still fast asleep in the room covered only with curtains of small blue penguin, the Pororo. Though, I saw the clock already showing ten o'clock in the morning, almost noon. It just so happened that Heru Lulu woke up from dawn, after I gave breakfast they fell asleep again. Of course I used that time to wash and help mom in her stall.
Mas Azam just stared at his phone without answering any questions from me. I called his name again. "Mas, I'm nanya loh," I said as I massaged my sore shoulder. That was a lot I had to weigh. Just sugar one sack, flour too. Not to mention brown sugar and peanuts.
Mas Azam turned to me, he put his phone on his lap. " Mum, do not like it, menggeliat Adek scramble the same mother and father," replied Mas Azam, making me suddenly frown, confused. Not wrong, though!
"Speaking nonsense how does that mean, Mas? Kan, Adek just explained that mom and dad do not compare her son-in-law with someone else's daughter-in-law," my class is still with the tone I make as normal as possible. Although, my heart is actually hurting not playing. I guess, when Mas Azam saw for himself with his eyes when his parents and younger brother insulted me, then he would continue to defend or at least calm this hot and sad mood.
But, the truth is beyond my expectations and conjectures. Where is your heart, my. I am your wife. Do you have no desire to defend me? batinku. I want to feel like I'm crying. It feels like a kara in this house.
"Mas tau, you mean like that. But, that's not the way. The old man did not like it if his son spoke as if he understood them better. The old man doesn't like to be patronized. Next time, just give up. What trouble? We are children, they are parents so do not always answer their words," said Mas Azam. Of course, his words made me wake up from sitting.
"Why, do you blame me? Adek replied because he defended himself and also gave his understanding. Don't mean to fight let alone patronize," I replied a little emotionally. In fact, I feel a little tightness in this chest.
"Look. Adek even now dares to speak in a high tone on, Mas. Is it because it's a defect now?" mas Azam said back to corner me. I felt that he was accusing me, but had not a single thought in my heart.
"Why, now Mas Azam even accused Adek? Is there any degrading behavior of Adek all this time, Mas? I'm like this because you don't defend but rather blame!" peekikku trying slowly. I don't want the residents of this house to hear our debate. Especially my two children.
"What to defend? You're good at talking now" circus Mas Azam ketus.
"Oh Allah, Mas .. I am like ka-" My words were cut off because I heard Lulu's cry. I left my husband in the living room.
"Oh my God, my mother's son ...! Leaking the diaper. Well, maybe later grandma gets angry if the mattress smells pesing," murmured me riled himself. I'll take my little princess to the bathroom. I even passed Azam mas just like that.
"Hello, Son. How's the news of the cute-eyed grandkids?" ask my dad on the other end of the phone.
"Alhamdulillah, healthy, sir. On a pinter, and often asked to play there. Sorry yes, sir. Lika, I can't see you yet," I said softly while trying to hold back these tears so as not to come out now.
"It's okay, son. Just take care of your husband first. The important thing is that you are healthy here as well. Aren't we still able to communicate by phone and chat," my father's light raised my heart. Even so, still my longing for both my parents will not just disappear just by talking by phone or vidiocall.
"Mana dong, look at the grandchildren. Do they have trouble sleeping?" pinta father, and instantly I changed the phone call to vidiocall.
"Well, Alhamdulillah. They're cute, healthy. You should be thankful, son," said my father. That is, sometimes once a week you will call me. For everyday he will only communicate with me through chat in the green application with the phone handle.
"Yes, Sir. Lika is very grateful to God. For the two little angels, like Heru and Lulu, have left behind" I answered hoarsely, and soon I sobbed. For some reason, the heartache was again felt when my father asked me to speak. As it turns out, there are still and many things that I should be grateful for behind their unfair attitude. Thanks, Father. Although your body is far .. but every piece of advice always restores my sanity.
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