IT'S ME YOU HURT
Go home to the old man's house

I always remember the advice of the mother, to always submit to the husband as long as the husband does not beat or commit adultery. But now mas Angga has admitted that he cheated and his affair is pregnant. He also played with my hands by slapping my face. Not only that, it turns out that Mas Angga does not love me anymore. I don't want him anymore, so why am I staying here.

With pride still remaining, I walked towards the wardrobe. I decided to go home tonight to my parents. Why do I survive in this place.

I immediately took the bag of clothes I had stored on top of the closet, I put my clothes and Ziva's clothes into the bag.

I took a bag of clean used crackles that I kept, I put Ziva stuff like formula, bottle teats and some Ziva toys depth because the bag of clothes no longer fit.

I took the bag and the bag of crackles containing my clothes and Ziva out of the room. As I went down the stairs my heart ached again, the tenacity of Angga to me. Even he didn't get in the way when I packed my clothes and Ziva's.

I ordered a taxi online. Was worried, because I thought there were no more vehicles at this hour. I saw the clock on the wall of the living room showing 2 hours over 15 minutes. I saw a driver take my order. Mercifully. I opened the living room door and put my stuff on the front porch.

I take the stairs and go back into the room. I put a sweater, trousers, and hat on Ziva. I put my son in my arms. I glanced at the Angga who was still sitting on the bed. He was watching me, but no words came out of his mouth. I don't know what this guy who is still my husband is thinking.

I looked at her "You can divorce me and marry your little whore Mas!" My voice was slow but firm.

"But remember, one day you will regret it! I'm leaving!" I immediately went out of the room and went down the stairs while carrying my son.

Arriving on the front porch of the house I saw there was a white Honda Brio parked in front of the fence. I opened the fence and got closer to where the car was.

"Taxi Online?" My toot.

"Mba Reyna huh?" Answer the online taxi driver while asking back, according to my profile data in the online taxi application I ordered.

"Yes. Sorry about earlier... Can you help me lift my stuff up on the porch?" I was a little doubtful. But it seems like this driver is a good person.

"Oh yes mba, can. What's nothing." Answer this taxi driver sincerely and a little smile.

I walked into the porch of the house, followed by an online taxi driver behind me. I carry a bag of crackles, while Mas online taxi drivers carry my bag of clothes.

I closed the living room door, walked out the fence and did not forget to also close the fence.

I walked to the car and kept carrying my son, not letting him be left alone in the car.

I sat in the back seat, behind the driver.

I rubbed my son's face gently. Unable to withstand the tightness in the chest, these tears fell down my cheeks. The future is what awaits if Mas Angga and I are really divorced.

There's a little regret taking my son out of the house this late. But that feeling soon I pat. I must not regret coming out of that hell-like house.

'Lagian mas Angga already doesn't want me anymore, so why would I stay there!' I constantly remind myself of Mas Angga, so that I am not too naive and become a stupid woman who will make me always suffer.

I lifted my head, looking out the window of the car on my right with a glaring look. 'Ah, I'd say if I remembered Grandma Mina.' He is old, he is 78 years old and he is senile. All this time I was just a friend of his at the house. I will listen to all his chatter patiently while doing homework. I also patiently answered questions that were often asked over and over again.

Every day I would bathe her, coaxing and joking with her to persuade her to take a bath because Grandma was afraid of water. Not infrequently Mina's grandmother will wet the bed and throw dirt in the pants because it has not had time to get to the toilet.

At that time Grandma would cry because she felt dirty and dirty. I am the one who will persuade and calm her, so as not to cry anymore.

I have tried several times to persuade Grandma to wear adult diapers, so Grandma does not pee in her pants if she does not have time to get to the toilet, but Grandma does not want to wear diapers because she feels uncomfortable.

Sometimes he would go out of the house and walk without direction by not wearing footwear. If that was the case, the mother-in-law would be very angry because she said Grandma Mina made our family ashamed. And if there is no father-in-law, Mas Angga, or Fani, my mother-in-law will beat my grandmother for her frustration.

I can't do anything when my mother-in-law does that. Of course my mother-in-law did not admire me and ignored my words. I could only be sad and cry to see Grandma Mina being hit by her own daughter-in-law.

My father-in-law was very nice to me too.

Despite her careless nature, but she always stood up for me if my mother-in-law and Fani insulted or demeaned me. Even the father-in-law would not hesitate to rebuke and scold them, if they insulted me in front of his eyes. Dad always gave me money every month for five hundred thousand if he was just a payday. He said the pocket money was for me and his granddaughter Ziva, and there was no need to tell his mother-in-law because he knew the nature of his wife.

I used that money to buy a toy for Ziva, or buy a cute kid's shoes, or a cute cute dress or hair accessories for my son on an online shopping app. Certainly at a cheap price. The rest I keep for unexpected purposes like this time. Fortunately I hold a little money that I can use for the cost of online taxis and hold me later even if not how much.

Long time I daydreamed, suddenly the car stopped. "It's reached the point of Mba. The address is right here, right?" Ask your taxi driver online.

I realized I had arrived in front of my parents' house. I paid a sum of money to the online taxi drivers according to the rates listed on the app and exceeded fifteen thousand.

"Mba, it's overpaid." Giving fifteen thousand to me.

"It was deliberately mas, I prefer as a thank you for receiving my order this late." I politely replied so as not to offend him.