Humiliated Husband Family
Chapters. 6. An Accusation Without Basis

"Lika, here's the money for your fare to take an online taxi!" exclaimed my mother-in-law, while putting money one hundred and fifty thousand on the sideboard. Today Azam's mas schedule checks up all his leg therapy. If you say you're tired, that's for sure. But, this is our way of life. Besides, that's not what I'm worried about.

During, mas Azam continued to treat the road I felt very difficult in finance. Moreover, my husband's basic salary was set by my in-laws. We were only in rations when we would bring Azam mas to the hospital. Like today, mom gave us money that was just right for the taxi fare. Meanwhile, I'm not holding a penny. Meanwhile, I have to bring two children as well. What if they ask for a snack while waiting for the queue. Tau itself right, if the medical facilities will waste a lot of time which of course also children will be bored.

"Mas, the money you love .. is just enough for the fare. I, do not hold money for children's snacks," I said to Mas Azam who was wearing clothes. My husband was sitting on the bed.

"Bring the same food water from home, Dek. He also has no savings. I was yesterday I gave her to buy Heru milk," obviously Azam made me only get a rough sigh.

"Now, Dek?" ask Azam with sharp eyes.

"That's why, Mom?" ask me to see what's wrong with my behavior.

"You don't seem happy to take care of it, Mas. Pake clucked everything," answered my husband accusing me arbitrarily. In fact, I am currently thinking hard from where to look for additional funds. Who knows, the doctor told me to make up for the drugs outside. Where can I go to the hospital with money.

"Why the hell, Mas. Always prejudiced with your own wife? If I'm not happy to take care of you, I've been living since yesterday. In fact, I prefer to take care of you rather than looking at the condition of the father who had fallen in the bathroom the other day. What, I forgot? In fact, my father forbade me to go there. He reminds me that my husband is my first place of worship. What, I can't see my sacrifice?" I said softly while enduring the full tightness gathered inside the chest.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean that, Dek," I'm my husband. There was clearly a regretful look on his increasingly thin face. It made me regret that I had said a little sternly to her just now.

"Yes already, Mas. Adek want ready to make provisions there," said I as passed to the main kitchen. It turned out that there was Nela, my sister-in-law who was making toast. That bread was the one I bought again. Deliberately going to the hospital.

"Sorry, Nel. Which bread to eat, where to buy?" ask me while circulating my gaze to the dish shelf cabinet. I'm sure that what Nela is cooking is the bread I saved this morning.

"I don't know, it's me Nemu was on the shelf. Coincidentally there is my play, yaudah good enough to make a dish. So don't go out for money!" bela replied as she walked out of the kitchen. My heart breaks, it's my only hope to prop up the children's stomach while waiting for their papa therapy. But now I see the bread I bought is only two pieces. In fact, the butter and medical also run out unceremoniously. Irritated that I was chasing, Nela pulled her hand before she reached the living room.

"Wait, Nela!" call me while grabbing his arm.

"Why the hell! Play attract people to get sick!" bela snapped at me while glaring. Where his eyes are round, the bigger he is when he glares.

"That's, must be the bread you have, Ma'am. I deliberately bought it for the hospital. Why are you cooking with permission?" obviously, while keeping the voice down so that the other members of the house do not hear.

"Yeah, stingy is just bread too! Here, take! I also have money to buy a good sponge!" peek Nela, deliberately tight. And, sure enough .. before long my mother-in-law appeared among us.

"Now, stingy guy. That's why his fate is hard to keep, not the blessing of his life!" nela's chirps made me turn to her while holding my tight chest.

"Oh Allah, Nela. Not that I'm stingy. But, this is the only one, the food that Mbak has for the children and Azam mas later," obviously I'm afraid that my mother is misunderstood because of Nela's words just now.

"We are, Lika. Shame to know! Food problems are so bad. You can't be an example for her sister!" sarcastic mom. Is it not wrong? Nela who has no morals by taking food that does not belong to her. Why should I be angry?

"Sorry, Mom. Not like that, this-" I haven't had time to explain, mother and Nela have been hunted away leaving me with their cynical gazes. I'll get a lecture from my father-in-law soon. They both must have complained.

"Oh Allah ..," I said. It was only to him that I complained all the sadness. I want to keep the bread in my room. But, it will be wrong again. He said he was hoarding food like never before. I don't know, everything I do is always wrong in this house. Even though I did such a proud thing the other day. Where at that time the buyers praised my jengkol rendang. In fact, the rice trade sat mother in demand in less than two hours only.

I didn't get a single compliment from my father or even my mother-in-law. They ate my cooking as well with their usual expressions. In fact, since that time .. menu that became the prima donna in the rice stall uduk mom.

I decided to contact my friend named, Dina.

"Hello, Lik. When do you want to go to the hospital. We will meet at the front counter. The money is ready cave!" firmly, Dina when I called.

"Well done, Din. I promise I'll be back soon. I also want to help you sell Frozen food" I replied with. My heart was quite relieved after getting a loan solution from my distant friend. Our residence is different. I rarely met him. Especially since I had Lulu, and then Mas Azam Crash. Automatically, my association was interrupted by distance and time.

Thank God, only Dina still wants to hear my complaint. Offering help is also finding solutions to my current household financial problems.

From then on, I worked with him . I decided to start selling online. Just post a photo of the product I will sell. In some social media such as blue, green and red. Some of the products are frozen food, snacks and also children's clothing.

In fact, there were some parents of Heru's PAUD friend some time ago, whom I deliberately contacted in private chat. I tried my luck fortune from home. Just capitalize on the quota and then post the goods that I will sell.

"Where are you going, take your husband's motorcycle? Ngayap huh? Want to find an affair?" my father-in-law's fad made me sigh first before answering.

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