Killing My Husband's Neighborhood
Barbarically!

Jiya who initially never worked so think hard, because if she relied on her husband's income then their lives will not increase even they are often threatened not to eat.

Forcibly Jiya who never worked now has to follow the mothers in her village for odd jobs.

Jiya who really needs money to do whatever it is halal.

Initially Alex forbids because he does not want his wife exhausted, but because Jiya still forces Alex to allow.

That day of harvest season, Jiya followed her group to pluck chili into the village head garden.

The heat that was so hot made Jiya dehydrated but he was chasing the target to get more wages forcing himself to fill his basket.

Bruk!

Jiya who was too tired fell down and hit some chili trees in front of her.

His friends who saw it also hurriedly carried Jiya to the cottage provided as a place of rest for the workers.

2 hours later Jiya woke up from her stupor and saw the ceiling of her house without an attic.

“You're up?” Alex stroked the top of his wife's head.

“Kok me at Lex's house?” jiya asked because she remembered that she was in the field.

“Siti came to tell me that you fainted, so I picked you up,” Alex said.

“Oh yes.” instantaneously Jiya remembered when her gaze became pitch black.

“I'm sorry Jiya because I haven't been able to make you happy, if our economy is enough, surely you won't be banging.” Alex's eyes reddened by holding back his tears.

“It's okay, at this time our windfall is like this, hopefully in the future we can be successful people.” Jiya held her husband's hand.

Because Jiya looks tough Alex was calm and over time he also expects Jiya's energy to meet the needs of the kitchen, even Alex also often asked how much his wife earns every time she comes home from work.

Actually Jiya is a bit uncomfortable with her husband's attitude, but what's okay for him who is already in love can not protest at her husband.

One day when Jiya was going shopping at the market she opened the money she had saved in her Kong Guan can.

Jiya who had not eaten meat for a long time planned to cook rendang that day.

But when he had opened the can of the piggy bank he was surprised not to play because the money he had collected so far was not left.

“Where is my money?” Jiya repeatedly looked inside the can while putting her hands inside.

“Kok can be lost? Hiks... in case I want to eat well and it is also the capital to open a vegetable stall.” Jiya was crying hysterically because to fill her piggy bank she had to be willing to eat without side dishes every day.

The husband he loves is also increasingly giving shopping money less and less.

“Who would enter this house? Oh, Allah has the heart of being the one.” Jiya roared while hugging her piggy bank.

Soon Alex came home drunk.

Jiya who saw the arrival of her husband immediately told of the unfortunate events that befell them.

”Lex, my savings were stolen, someone broke into our house,” Jiya said.

“I'm the one who took.” replied Alex unknowingly.

“So you took it? What's Lex for? I collected it with great difficulty for business capital, now where is the money?” Jiya raises her hand to ask for back the results of her jeripayah.

“It's over.” said Alex while holding his head which terrace dizzy.

“I play gambling, I'm sorry Ji, I don't mean bad, I just want to help you, in case I'm sure it will win, but shit! Akhs! My numbers missed, I'm sure they must have cheated.” Alex says he is upset with his wife.

“Crazy! You're playing gambling with my money? Don't-don't you ever give money shopping because of losing gambling again!” Jiya can understand the meaning of her husband's change.

“Jiya, I did it for the sake of changing fate, once won you know how much? Tens of millions.” Alex says something that only exists in his imagination.

“Where's the evidence, isn't there? Basic men useless!” An enraged Jiya leaves her husband, planning to return home to her parents.

Jiya also left without bringing anything but the clothes on her body.

“Where are you going Jiya?!” Alex stumbles after his wife.

“I want to go home to my parents!” Jiya rushed out of the house towards the highway.

Alex who does not want to live Jiya who has long been supporting him would not be willing if the woman left.

I have to keep it, maybe my income money is reduced to enter the cafe again, inner Alex.

It turns out that Alex has been using the money he can to play gambling, play women and drink alcohol with his friends.

Worse, Alex still often asks Jiya for gas money if she wants to go odd jobs with other people.

Alex followed Jiya to the side of the road.

“Jiya, don't go, I promise you won't repeat it again dear.” Alex hugged Jiya who was covered in tears.

“No, I'm fed up with you better we part because I don't like men who play gambling!” A tired Jiya no longer wants to be with her husband.

By the time the bus came Jiya quickly stopped him.

“Jiya don't go dear,” Alex held his wife's hand.

“Keep you damn it! Basic men useless!” then Jiya pushed Alex's body to the ground.

After that Jiya got on the bus and left her husband who made her disappointed.

“I'll apologize to them all.” Jiya was sure that her family would accept yes back if she pleaded solemnly.

Alex, who was on the side of the road, stared at the bus his wife was riding on.

“Bash wife! In the case I've been nice to him all this time, just because of the money he left me.” Alex feels that his wife is guilty.

After 8 hours on the way Jiya finally arrived at her parents' house.

Kinan who had just returned from work saw a woman in shabby clothes in front of the gate of his house.

“Pak, please stop next to the woman,” Kinan said to the driver.

“Well madam.” then Farhat stopped the car he was steering right next to Jiya.

Jiya who saw her mother's car was happy not to play.

Jiya also smiled broadly at her mother who was on the second bench in the car.

Kinan who did not recognize Jiya whose face and physique had changed 90 percent thought that his daughter was a beggar.