IN-LAW
Protecting his self-worth

Aralia curled up under her blanket, her tears still dripping, making her nose feel clogged and flushed.

Time has pointed at 23:00 but Varga has not returned, whether the man dates his phone.

Aralia kicked at the blanket covering her body, got up and looked at herself inside the mirror. Urination.

Sorrowing his battery, rubbing his blocked nose. He walked over to see Bianca sleeping in her bed.

His expression was sad as he looked at the little baby who was sleeping. This puffed-cheeked baby is the reason for marrying Varga.

"Bianca if you knew what was going on right now, would you still choose me to be your mother?" he murmured, breathing heavily.

Aralia stepped towards the balcony door, flicked the curtain and opened the door. Gendering on the balcony divider breathes the night air.

His mind was still struggling on the matter today. Staring straight in front of the garden of his house, while recalling how Varga begged his love.

Who me? They think I'm an angel. They begged without thinking what I wanted.

Aralia was grieving, remembering everything that happened to her. His life that he had originally thought was free suddenly turned into a restriction.

What's wrong with my life?

Aralia doesn't know what to do tonight, Varga hasn't come home until she has to turn her mind around to answer her questions at dinner.

"Where's Varga?"

"Have you called?"

"What job makes him have to stay in the office until this hour?"

Aralia is tired not to mention about Reven. That guy's. Somehow after Varga kicked him earlier, was he alright or could it be that Reven was injured? Everything's messing with Aralia's mind.

Why did I fall in love with God? Why did that man return my love? If all that you don't let happen because the fate you decided on me is to live in place of my brother.

You were deliberately playing with my life?

Aralia saw Varga's car enter the gate, she stared faintly at the shadow of the man coming out of her car.

Shortly afterwards, the door opened slowly. Aralia remained silent in her place as if she did not care about the arrival of the man.

"What are you doing these nights here? You're not sleeping?" Tanya Varga approached Aralia to the balcony after not finding her on her bed.

Aralia turned her body, looking at Varga who was standing behind her.

"You?" Aralia asked in shock at Varga's look, a tangled shirt, messy hair and also some bruises on her face.

Aralia can confirm that this man is seeing Reven.

"Yes .., as you think. I taught him a lesson." said Varga as if he understood what Aralia was thinking.

"What did you do to him? You injured him? Really?" Aralia asked with anger ready to explode.

"Lesson! Whatever you consider it. He attacked me first anyway. But don't worry Ara. I'm not as bad as you think, after I paralyzed his movements I took him to the hospital. So don't worry she'll be okay."

"What's? You're nuts! You're not sane! I'm sick of seeing you." Aralia pushed Varga, then rushed into the room, retrieving the car keys on the table.

"What do you want?" Varga asked, seeing the car keys in Aralia's hands.

"What hospital did you take him to?"

"You want to go?" Varga asked confusedly. "Gee ... Aralia. How worried are you about her? " Varga clucked, looking at Aralia dumbfounded. "You see me? I'm hurt too and you don't even care" she said slowly in every word she said.

"You want that to happen to you, don't you? So why should I care." Aralia said half-cried, her teeth gritting, passing Varga out of the room.

"Mom!" Call Varga out loud to wake Bianca up and cry. Varga follows Aralia down the stairs, holding Aralia to stay.

"Where are you going?" Varga asked, pulling Aralia by the hand, stopping her steps and making Aralia turn towards her.

"Please!" Ketus Aralia, staring in anger.

"What's this?" Ele exclaimed from the corridor upstairs while fondling the crying Bianca.

Aralia was surprised to hear the voice of her in-laws, as well as Varga. Their quarrel succeeded in puffing up the entire house.

"The price? The aralia? What's wrong with you guys?" Mr. Roland went down the stairs to the couple who were in conflict. Varga let go of Aralia's hand and changed her attitude calmly.

Ele shakes her head and chooses to bring Bianca into her room .

Mr. Roland, grimacing looking at the bruise in the corner of Varga's eyes and lips.

"You why?" Ask Tn. Roland was puzzled then looked at Aralia who was already looking down in fear.

"Pregnant?" Ask Tn. Roland, ask for an explanation for what happened late tonight.

Aralia gasped, she twisted her fingers, timidly looking up at Varga.

"Sorry papa, I'm —" Aralia said in a trembling tone.

"Wait!" Mr. Roland interrupted. "Let's sit down and solve this problem." Said Mr. Roland instructed them to sit in the living room.

Aralia and Varga follow Mr. Roland to the family room.

"You sit down." He said after he took a sitting position on a single sofa.

Varga sat down and so did Aralia, they made a distance between them on a long sofa that could accommodate three people.

Mr. Roland scratched his nose, really he was confused to see the two people in front of him.

"So what happened?" Mr. Roland asked as he crossed his legs.

Ele joined in after putting Bianca to bed in her room.

"Price ...." Sizzle Ele, seeing her son was injured.

"The price?" Call Tn. Roland asked in a tone.

Varga sighed, glancing at Aralia from the corner of her eye. As if waiting for Aralia's reaction.

"Aralia?" Seeing Varga speechless, Mr. Roland asked his daughter-in-law.

Aralia was silent, twisting her fingers. Mr. Roland looked at the car keys tucked in both of Aralia's thighs and made her even more confused.

"I-I'm sorry, papa, it's all my fault. A-aaku su—,"

"The price's sorry, it's already making a fuss. Aralia was angry because I came home late and in this situation." Varga's voice loosened his shoulders, glancing at Aralia.

Aralia raised her head looking towards Varga. Aralia is agitated.

"What happened to your face?" Investigate Tn. Roland's.

Varga fell silent, thought for a moment and then restored her original hair.

"There was a misunderstanding between me and a friend and it got us into a fight."

"really? " hr. Roland was suspicious. His eyes turned on the car keys that Aralia had on.

"You got into a fight with your friend, and Aralia wants to get out? Do you think that makes sense?" Ask Tn. Roland, now his gaze was on Aralia.

"You don't want to tell me the truth, Ara? Papa says this doesn't make sense. Even though Varga came home late at night but when you saw how bengini was you still intending to make a storm instead of sympathizing?"

Aralia turned pale hearing what her father-in-law said.

"Son Varga had a fight with Re—,"

"Sorry papa, I made a mistake." Varga interrupts Aralia's obtuse speech.

"The price is cheating" Varga said calmly.

Varga's confession, made the whole place dumbfounded. Aralia's eyes were round, as was Ele's, the woman was shocked with her mouth open. He did not believe what he had just heard.

Mr. Roland stood up, then pulled Varga's collar. Slapped the jaw of his son.

Hysterically making the two women in the room, Aralia moved towards Varga who was enduring the pain on her face.

"No papa, no! " said Aralia in fear, making distance between father and son.

"Lookingly you admit your mistake! You don't know yourself! I never even looked at another woman besides your mother and now I have a son who has no self-respect. Oh my God, where is my fault for educating this child ", said Mr. Roland stared intently at Varga with a gloomy aura. Even Aralia who was a barrier between them could not see it. More terrifying than Varga when the man was angry.

Aralia was about to open her mouth and tell the truth, but Mr. Roland's frightening gaze made her guts shrink.

"Getting Aralia aside, papa will teach her a lesson" Mr. Roland, tried to grab Varga but Aralia immediately turned around and hugged Varga tightly.

"Papa please don't hit the sister again ..," asked Aralia with a cry held captive to her husband. Varga swallows his salivary. Aralia's embrace coiled around her waist made her happy.

Does this have to be Ara, so I can feel your embrace? Once inside Varga's mind, ignoring the sharp eyes that looked at him.

"I'm disappointed that you Varga, whoever beat you to the point of hurting your face, I have to thank him. You deserve it." Annoyed Tn. Roland, leave the place. And so did Ele. He breathed a sigh of regret at the sight of his son.

Seeing that the place was silent, Aralia berahan released her embrace and looked up at Varga.

Breathing heavily, then clucking left Varga there.

Varga follows Aralia from behind and closes the door. Look at Bianca's empty bed.

"Bianca in mama's room." The bath is full of regrets.

"She had no one but her grandmother in a wheelchair. That's why I'm worried."

Varga was tired of hearing that, after what had happened earlier, he was still worried about his lover.

Varga took a heavy breath looking at Aralia who was sitting on the edge of the bed. Walk over and, "Stop away!" he said he shifted Aralia. He climbed on the bed and laid his body and made his hands a pillow.

Aralia looked at the confused man who was closing his eyes.

"Sir ..," call Aralia, her voice is soft.

"I'm tired Ara. If you want to bless your lover, go ahead." said Varga without opening his eyes.

Aralia pinched her lips, looking at her husband intently.

Yes, I'm not sane. Bathing, standing up and out of the room. Hearing the door open, Varga opened her eyes. He was really disappointed with Aralia's attitude towards him.

Soon Aralia brought ice water to compress Varga's bruises.

Aralia, pressing a small towel slowly on Varga's injured lip, made the man grimace. He did it over and over again as well as other injuries.

"Thank you brother." Lirinya, feeling guilty.

Varga fell silent, opening her closed eyes.

"Why did you do that? Should you say it honestly? If Ara's the one who did it wrong."

Varga thinned her lips, "I did that not for you Ara. I did it to protect my pride that you've been stepping on all you want." Varga said.

Aralia was silent, looking down, her face timid.

"Sleep, you don't have to worry about me" Varga said.

Aralia put the ice container over the nightstand.

"Sorry," he said, picking up a pillow and walking towards the sofa.

Varga clenched her hands, hoping that Aralia would sleep on the bed and accompany her.

Idiotically. He thought, glancing at Aralia who was now curled up like a baby in the womb on the sofa.