Humiliated Husband Family
Chapters. 7. Starting a Business From Home

"Astagfirullah, Dad. Wherever there is, Lika has a mind like that," I replied as I fixed the sling on Lulu that I tied in front of my body. While on the back and front of the motor contains customer orders.

"Who knows, right now the era is not ugly not cute cheating mah!" ketus mr. Dahlan. Makes me want to stuff his old mouth with bird shit. He accused me like that.

"Oh God, Dad. Look at this, Lika, what's that? Bring customer orders. There are clothes, chips, corned beef, sausages and other frozen foods. Also in front of Lika's sling. Where can cheating bring a child!" I said I was looking for an old man who never once spoke ethically to me. It's not wrong if I end up being a little stressed.

Perhaps, hearing the noise of the two of us in front of the gate, Mother approached. I can make sure both eyes are glaring. Even though there was a motorbike at home, I included rarely out unless asked to shop for trade needs by Mother. Because, the key of the motor is deliberately mother who save. But, since I want to deliver the goods order .. so I asked Azam mas earlier to take it from the shop drawer.

"Who gave me the motor key, huh? How come you didn't tell me mom?" his pedicab. In my heart I again called the name of God. It's very difficult to get out of the house, can hunt me between goods. Where to go around half the village. Meanwhile, Lulu has started writhing in my sling.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Earlier, Lika asked Azam to take. Lika wants to use to nganterin pesenan," I explained slowly and politely. Although this heart feels irritated, because carrying the property of the husband must be with the permission of the mother.

"Change the gas money first, the mother who was eager to make it to the market," said Mother while raising her hand in front of me.

"Mother, not that bike mall, Dad. Nela, is that the one who brought it?" asked dad subconsciously unmasked the mother who lied to me. Then the gasoline in this bike is still mine, because yesterday I filled it as much as a liter.

"No, not so! Last time, Nela was the same mother to bring this. So the gasoline buy pake money stalls must be changed," mother's ink again.

"Yes, Lika will change, Mom. But, wait to come home yes," I said relented. I want to hurry up and go Kasian Lulu cry later.

"Judah there, don't be long!" throw mom out with a wave of her hand.

"Sok busy, most fortunately how much," said Azam Nela's sister, who knew that she was on my bike. I don't care, I turn on the engine and .. wusshh!

Although I was tired, I did the job happily. Although all I received was abuse, it did not mean complaining. We should remain grateful. Not all efforts should be profitable. Because, all businesses in the noble of the smallest with the lowest turnover first.

I did not take much profit, quite a thousand he thousand. At least I have my own hard-earned money. Every time I want to control Azam mas, I am no longer confused looking for additional. At first, but over time I reduced the cost of online taxis for mas Azam to the hospital.

"This week is just this. The rest you find yourself. It's pinter trade! Yes, there are no savings" said Mother, while putting a hundred thousand dollars on the nightstand.

Want to protest for free, will not change the decision nor mother may not add to the cost. Later, there I was even more hurt. "God willing is there, ma'am," I answered briefly so that he would quickly leave my small room.

"Alhamdulillah, Mother. Please doain, Adek yes. So that my trade is sold out. Later, we no longer need to eat from Mom," I said.

"I'm sorry, if Lika's been so busy lately. Kasian is also Heru, rarely can Lika teach you to learn. Lika, hoping to raise money so that Heru can go to school again," I told Mas Azam. Expressing desires and hopes that I can only keep in my heart.

"Focus it was the same as your efforts, as well as healing, Mas. Later, if Mas returns to work, we will talk about Heru's school." Mas Azam said as he passed forward. I can only sigh harshly. Indeed for him Heru's education was not very important for now. But not with me. In fact, my son likes to whine about going back to school. Sometimes I cry when I see my uniform in the closet.

"Ma, Helu's coming, taking her pens. Masa Lulu telus invited," whined my son one afternoon. Today after the assar I have to return to deliver the order to the next village. It's a long way off, and I have to take two kids with me.

"Mas, Heru asked to come along. How's it?" ask me for an opinion from Azam. You see, I will not want Heru will put it behind. While to go to the next village I have to cross the two-way highway.

"Bring it up, rather than cry like yesterday" Azam replied, disappointing me. I think he'll ban it strictly out of worry. He knows how hard it is to cross that fork.

"Try me, you persuaded him to play Lego on the bed. Later, I will not be left to sleep," I said trying to find a solution. My body has eaten enough places on the bike. Not to mention the full order item in front of the motor. How should I also bring Heru. I haven't used to piggyback on him in the back.

"Indeed, from when, you sleep when you take care of your child. Heru aja who will later bosen continue to cry. If you go for a walk, so he's not afraid," replied my husband is very annoying. O Allah, forgive me many sins for being angry at Azam.

"Originally you are careful, you can definitely bring two children on the bike. I often see women like you. So, not because I could talk like this. All to make you more independent. You may not always be there next to you. Mas, could at any time go," said mas Azam who inexplicably spoke strangely like that. Instantly my chest was tight, imagining if that moment came how.

"How could you say that anyway. Lika became sad," I said as I approached her. Then I took her warm hand. Long enough this hand does not caress my hair as well as my body. Since the accident took away Azam's freedom. The warmth and attention were gone.

In fact, I'll just take a shower she won't. Mas Azam always bathe himself, on a wheelchair that is special for bathing.

"Mas, I don't mean to make you sad. But, Mas also did not know until when it was on a wheelchair like this," he seemed so sad. I immediately hugged her, giving her strength of heart.

"God, Lika can. Mas, just rest at home. Do not sleep continuously .. mending while reading the Qur'an. Or while praying, let God spit out the disease, Mas," I said trying to break the sadness that suddenly hit us.

"Yes, I know, Deck." Mas Azam replied, but I heard there was a dislike tone from his style of speech. Was I impressed to hunt him down when I spoke?

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