Humiliated Husband Family
Chapters. 9. Talk Behind part 2

I heard my two in-laws laughing out loud.

The deg!

I felt a heavy blow pressing down on this heart. Why, they can laugh at Nela's evil plans to me. Father, mother ... What do you think I am? I am the woman you chose to be a daughter-in-law. The woman you asked for was kindly and full of sweet seduction sentences at that time. The woman you say will be considered the same as your own child.

But, look. What I feel and hear now. What's my fault with you guys? my mind rumbles. How not, when you come home tired and hot brain. Then what I heard behind you was a heartless rotten plan. According to the heart. I want to rebuke them all right now. But, I remembered that I was currently holding my little daughter. So, I decided to hold back this feeling of cobbleness.

"Assynnya!" I said when I went into the house. I deliberately passed the stall without looking at the three people inside. My heart was so upset, I was tired and tired. I don't want to waste any more energy that I've put out today. It feels really, subhanallah. When having to go around carrying merchandise while taking care of two young children who are active like Heru and Lulu. In fact, some of the regulars who were mostly old disciples of Heru's comrades, shook their heads.

"Waalaikum salam" sahut mas Azam flat. I grabbed his moist hand. Has he taken a bath, my mind. I immediately lowered Lulu who was back asleep in a sling slowly onto the foam mattress in our restroom. Then, I approached my husband who was sitting looking at me fixed from the wheelchair "I'm sorry, Mas. Lika, it's too late to go home. All the goods in one month. Dina wants to know, I'm older how much. It turned out to exceed the target and finally got an additional bonus. Good, Mas. I immediately bought a diaper with five cans of milk for Heru's supplies" I explained with a grateful hue.

"Can you talk later, it takes care of Heru who is in the bathroom!" exclaim mas Azam makes this heart feel melos. In fact, it can be answered first with the words thank God. At least, I feel Azam also feel what I am feeling right now. Come to feel, if my hard work little by little produces results that are quite helpful to our small family finances.

After bathing Heru, I also changed to clean myself. It feels so fresh when this tired and sticky body is splashed with cold water. Because, I always travel using a long robe with a veil wrapped head to chest. Just finishing rinsing off a body full of soap, I heard Azam's sour yelling at me.

"Ma! Cepetan, Lulu get up!" his yell. I hurriedly grabbed a towel and then rolled up the origin of my large body. Of course, the towel was not able to cover everything. There are some poking parts such as my chest and also my thighs are large and bumpy when walking. Fortunately, my body is a bit tall.

I also walked quickly through Azam mas which was in front of the door. I caught a glimpse of my husband staring at me with a hard-to-understand look. I slid onto the mattress approaching the rampaging Lulu while rolling around. Finally, inevitably I also lowered the towel on the top of my body to bring out Lulu's food source.

"Absolutely so!" I heard Azam grumbling quietly. This time my husband was acting like that. He also moved away from the room approaching Heru who was watching television while eating.

"Mas, don't like it if, Adek came out of the bathroom like that. What if someone else suddenly comes inside to see you like that!" reprimanding Azam with a tone enough to make Heru look at us both. I smiled and tried to turn my son's attention to the nineteen-inch television screen.

"Sorry, Mas. Lika was shocked to be in a hurry. Lika was afraid that, Lulu banged her head again against the wall like the other day," I reasoned. But it's true. My daughter Lulu has started tantrums at just over a year old. Maybe, because I often hear snapping after snapping since from inside my womb.

"At least, use a larger cloth. Or, Adek is deliberately being ridiculed, Mas. Huh yeah?" scatter my husband with his look that seems annoyed at me.

"Astagfirullah, Ma. How does it mean?" ask me in a slow whisper. Hinting at my husband to turn down his voice while arguing in front of the children.

"That's it, I better get out!" said Mas Azam just happened while turning the wheels on his iron chair quickly.

Strange, it's not usually my husband like this. Azam's emotions do like to go up and down according to his mood. All those changes started from an accident that took freedom from Azam.

Coincidentally on the terrace. I saw a lot of people coming to Nela's counter. I deliberately followed Azam. Because, I think he's sulking. Instantly, my blood boiled as Nela and Mother sumringah introduced a sexy woman to my husband. Her hair was blonde, her body white smooth and crazy.

"Well, that's it, ma'am. Mas Azam!" nela, full of joy.

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