I'M A Wife Not A Maid (I'm Not Weak)
Son-in-law or maid?
Nine years is the age of marriage Dira and also Revan, Dira who is now no longer the Dira who used to be, now Dira is no longer a very jolly teenage girl, she became a mature woman. She is now 26 years old, because she was married when she was just 17 years old.
Currently Dira has been gifted two children, one male and the other female. Dira is very grateful because she became a mother at a young age, she is also grateful because God has given her two angels who are so valuable in her life. Although their presence is not desired by the mother-in-law, even now her two children participate become the target of her in-laws' hatred.
Renata, the older sister of Revan, lives with them because she has been divorced by her husband. The presence of Renata makes Dira more depressed in the house, because Renata also does not like it even Renata so hate Dira.
This is how Adira is. Wake up early in the morning, immediately clean up, then he made breakfast, continue to wash the clothes of all residents of the big house. Not only until there, when it was near noon he was still struggling with other homework.
"It was so tired," said Dira while taking a dry clothesline.
"A lot of times, when did he get this much ironing."he said again as he stepped foot into the room where ironing clothes.
Arriving there, Dira immediately ironed the clothes she was carrying earlier. With nimble and painstaking Dira ironing the pile of clothes one by one.
"Woy, hick. Give me my clothes, don't take long. Because I want to wear it right now." said Renata throwing his shirt right in Dira's face.
"Yes, Mommy."Dira took the clothes that were on his face.
Renata also passed away from the palace, after Renata went Dira immediately ironed the clothes that Renata threw earlier slowly and carefully.
After finishing ironing Renata's clothes, Dira immediately hung the shirt. Then he returned to finish his work that had been delayed.
A few moments later.
"UDIIIKKK." cried Renata so thunderous in the room.
"Yes, Mother. Why?"Dira immediately stopped his activities, then he looked towards Renata.
"Why don't you take my clothes, huh? you were intentionally? So I'm gonna be late, aren't I?"Renata stared hard at Dira.
"It's not so Ma'am, I think Mbak would take it here." said Dira.
"You, think! I don't have another job, huh? Until I have to go back and forth here." snapped Renata.
"Sorry, Ma'am."Dira.
"Sorry, you said? it's not that easy!"Renata walked up to Dira with a difficult look.
"Listen to me carefully, lady hick! I'm not gonna let you live in this quiet house, I'm gonna make you suffer." Renata said, then he grabbed the hot iron in front of him, and..
"Aw, hot Mommy."ringis Dira was overheated, when the iron hit the back of his hand.
"Hot, huh? How about this?"Renata smiled in satisfaction, while pressing the still burning iron.
"Again, Ma'am. It's so hot, stop Ma'am, I beg you. Forgive Mommy!"lirih Dira pleaded.
"It's nothing, I'm gonna do something more cruel than this. As long as you're in this house, keep it!"Renata threw the iron violently, then he immediately left.
"Aw, it's hot, where's the pain again." said Dira, while pulling the iron plug, then he immediately went from there to the kitchen.
After reaching the kitchen, Dira immediately opened the water tap, then she put her hand on the water drain.
"Diraa." shouted Tamara so jarring that it made Dira's ears buzz.
"Yes, ma'am."Dira immediately turned off the faucet, then he rushed over to Tamara.
"Why, mom?"asked Dira when he was in front of Tamara who was in the family room.
"Massage my legs!"tamara's orders have been to save her legs.
"But ma'am, my hand hurts again. Can't you just massage her later?"pinta Dira because the back of her hand feels so hot and painful.
"I tell him now! not later. Some of you are so weak, that wound hurts! You crybaby."the lips of Tamara.
"But it's a thing ma'am."bela Dira.
"I don't care, sneak my foot!"Tamara looked at Dira.
"Well, ma'am."with Dira forced to agree.
Dira was sitting next to Tamara's feet, she began massaging the legs slowly, sick and also painful when her hands in motion, Sometimes she also grimaced.
"Harder, you're a snail-kayak."ledek Tamara.
Dira obeyed what Tamara said.
"And it was mother, who asked even harder." said Dira.
"I asked harder, not to get it. You're no becus, your son-in-law is useless! What the hell are you? Is your skill just bothering people, huh?"Tamara stared at Dira.
"Sorry, ma'am." said Dira.
"Quick massage again. Sometimes so that person must be useful, not just bother people usually!"said Tamara cynically, Dira was back to continue his massage again.
An hour had passed but Dira was still massaging Tamara's legs, her hands were sore, but Tamara had not allowed her to stop, sore, hot, sore. All into one, occasionally he blew the back of his hand, in order to reduce the feeling of heat and also the pain that whack.
"Mom, yes, yes. I want to cook for lunch, soon Mas Revan will be home!!"said Dira.
"Hurry up there! But before cooking you make me a fruit salad with orange juice."Tamara flicked her legs, then she sat down at the soup and turned on the TV.
"Good, mom."Dira immediately stepped his feet towards the kitchen.
Arriving there, Dira immediately opened the refrigerator and she took out some fruits and immediately washed them, after which she continued to chop the fruits to make a salad.
After finishing making the salad, Dira immediately made orange juice. After everything was ready Dira immediately delivered him to the family room.
"Here, mom. Salad and orange juice!"Dira puts it in front of Tamara.
"Eits, wait a minute. Make me fries with guava juice, which is delicious. Beware if it's not good." said Renata when Dira was about to step foot into the kitchen. It seems like Renata has just arrived from the outside, if seen from his appearance.
Dira nodded faintly as he stepped his feet, when he was in the kitchen he immediately prepared the ingredients to make fries, long enough Dira struggled in the kitchen, he said, until finally the fries Renata order was so. There is only one more thing, which is making guava juice.
After everything was done, Dira again stepped into the family room with a tray.
"Please Mommy!"Dira set it before Renata.
"Bikinin me too, it looks good. Drink mango juice."again Dira stopped when he was about to step.
Dira did not reply, he just stepped into the kitchen to make it. Tired up? Sure was! But how else, maybe his life path should be like this, he will follow where God's destiny will take him.
"Please ma'am."Dira placed a plate containing french fries and also a glass of mango juice in front of Tamara.
"Cuihh, cuihh, what is this food? Why does it taste so salty? You know that, right? I have high blood. You intentionally did! So I can die, right?"Tamara spewed out the potatoes she was chewing.
"Sorry, mom. I tried it and it felt right, really!"said Dira.
"So, you think my mom lied like that?"Renata stood up then she grabbed the strong Dira Hair.
"It's not like that, Ma'am!"said Dira grimacing.
"So, what do you mean, huh?"Renata further strengthened his jamb.
"Absolutely! Sick."please Dira.
"Sick, huh? Eat it, you never dare to macem-macem with mom or me. If not! you will know the consequences!"threat Renata's.
"Yes, Mother. I beg you to release Ma'am, this hurts."liih Dira.
"Shy, weak."Renata let go of his trap violently, until Dira almost staggered.
Plaque!
Plaque!
After Renata's jubilee was released, Tamara immediately greeted him with a slap so hard on both cheeks Dira.
"That's a warning, so you know who's in charge of this house. So don't you ever argue, or even dare to mess with us."Tamara gripped her chin firmly.
"Well, ma'am." said Dira by holding back her tears that were about to fall, Tamara also released her grip.
"In that case, I say kedapur first ma'am, Ma'am. I'm cooking for lunch."Dira tried to keep smiling then he immediately stepped into the kitchen.
But just about to step up, Dira had seen her husband at the door. Dira went straight to her husband.
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