I'm the One You're wasting
Lisa Two-Faced Woman

"Look at your favorite daughter-in-law who is shy, maybe she fainted in front of the crowd" Endang grumbled.

"Mom, Witma is tired not just physically. But his mentality is too." Badrum chimed in Endang. "Try Mom who is in the Witma position, then Mom will know how she feels right now."

"Enough! I love this barren woman even more!" ketus Endang straight out of Witma's room.

Badrun stroked his chest, he currently felt guilty for not being able to educate Reka and his wife properly and properly. "Witma, wake up I'm so worried about you." Badrun smeared a little eucalyptus oil on Witma's nose. "A good woman like you should not marry a rude and playful designer" Badrun murmured softly.

Not long ago Reka's sister number three named Salsa entered Witma's room. "Well, are you coming to the hotel or not?" tanyakanya. "Because the same mother, Sis Reka and the others will leave soon," he continued.

Witma who was piqued at the sound of Salsa's cry slowly began to open her eyes. "Father, Salsa," he called slowly.

Badrun who saw Witma already consciously smiled in relief. "Alhamdulilah, you've come to your senses son."

"Sorry Witma has made you worry." Witma tries to wake up. But his still dizzy head made him lie back down. "Head Witma is still sick sir." Witma felt bad when she saw in Badrun's hand there was eucalyptus oil. Because he felt he should be the one who takes care of Badrun and not even himself who makes Badrun keep himself as he is today.

"Son Witma just rest first, and there's no need to think about anything unimportant." Badrun seemed to know what was inside Witma's mind. "If Nak Witma needs something, just call me Father." Badrun now moved to glance at Salsa who was still at home standing at the door brother. "Salsa, please push the wheelchair. You want to get out" pinta Badrun who got a nod from Salsa.

"Well sir," Salsa replied

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A few days later, after returning from the hotel.

"Come and stay with us" Lisa said when she saw Witma had just finished praying magrib. However, Witma gave her words. So he sent Reka who said that to Witma. "Let's let you tell him." Lisa nudges elbow Reka.

"Pack your clothes, and don't let you keep me waiting!" Design throws a suitcase into a mattress bag. "Don't act deaf Witma! Do what I tell you right now!" pekik Reka's.

"I just stay here Mas, because I feel unworthy to stay at Lisa's be— house"

"Who told you to refuse?" tanya Reka cuts Witma's speech. "Turn now!!" The sound of Reka snapping at Witma made Lisa feel happy.

Witma exhaled her breath violently. There was no other choice but to retort to Reka's request because he knew Reka would be even more wrathful if in about to continue. "Well, I can wait for Witma outside first." Witma opened her face not forgetting she folded too. "Hopefully marrying Lisa is not the wrong decision that Mas Reka took," muttered Witma who can be heard by Lisa, while Reka had gone from earlier.

"Lisa, in God's eyes we are all the same. So, what do you want to boast about?" tanya Witma smiled bitterly. " I am a poor treasure but not poor with adab and manners." Witma replied to Lisa with a soft tone of voice. "And for those of you who want to have Mas Reka completely, I will help you through prayer."

Lisa who intends to make Witma upset, even her who looks upset now. "Rubby," he sneered as he stuck out his tongue.

"Don't let that barren word come back to you Lisa." Witma kept speaking softly.

Lisa held her stomach. "What's? Mandul said, didn't I hear you wrong?" Lisa then proudly opened the dress so that Witma could see her stomach that looked a little already filled. "What kind of empty egg it is, do you not yet understand that there is a baby Mas Reka here!" Lisa approached and whispered in Witma's ear. "Rubby is only for people who can't get pregnant like you!" Lisa who was already upset wanted to pull Witma's hair but the sound of Reka made her undo her intentions and said, "Review! You're barren!"

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In the middle of the trip Lisa accidentally saw the cafe when her brain suddenly had an idea. "Darling, I've had a few days to eat in that cafe." Lisa pointed to the cafe on the side of the road. "Stop the car, we eat first. Can ya?"

"By dong, let's go down," said Reka who stepped down Lisa.

Lisa looked back where Witma was sitting while reading the Qur'an. "Witma, want to come or ti—"

"I'll just stay here," Witma quickly cut. Without raising his face.

"Can't, you have to come" Lisa said.

"Come on Witma, don't make me feel like a second wife who doesn't know herself."

Witma sighed. "All right, I'm coming." Witma relented because she didn't want to because of this, and they would scold her in a public place like this.

"Why is the request of our baby candidate so strange? Want to eat at this street-side cafe." The designer got off the car and immediately opened the door for Lisa. "Please drop the future mother of my children."

"Receive Papa's scolding." Lisa imitates the voice of a child.

Don't ask what Witma is feeling right now. When I saw the design, I was so attentive to Lisa.