Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Not a weak woman
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"It's up to you, Mas" I said resignedly.
"Mas, would like to request this room for Lucia. It's not unusual to sleep in the restroom" said Mas Galvin, a little nervous.
I looked at Mas Galvin in disbelief. What did he say? Ask Lucia to stay in this room! Then I moved so? No, I don't want to.
"Sorry, I don't want to" I refused.
"Ra, Ve is a kid, he needs a big room to sleep in" explained Mas Galvin trying to give understanding to me.
"That's your son. Why am I bothering, Mom?" ask me cynically.
"Come on Ra, you can move to Nara's room" said Mas Galvin.
"Mas, I don't want to. Here's my room. I do not want, there are people who come in this afternoon," I said asserted.
"But he's a wife, Mas" replied Mas Galvin with his ease. Does this guy not think about my feelings at all? Does he not know, if the sentence that comes out of his lips is very painful and stabs into it.
"That's your wife, not mine. So please take care of yourself, "my sergeant. Just yummy. I'm not giving up. I am stubborn. I won't let anyone step on my pride. I'm the first wife, why should I give up.
I went into the bathroom to clean myself up. I enjoyed the water coming out of the shower and wetting my hair and body. Hope this water can melt the emotions that are stirring in there. My soul feels detached in the body.
I tried to be strong and not cry. However, just look at these tears that I hold out at will to torture me wholeheartedly.
After the shower I immediately came out of the bathroom. I didn't see any more Mas Galvin in the room and I let out a long sigh. My mood won't be good if I keep meeting with Mas Galvin.
I came out of the room and walked into the kitchen. I don't have to prepare dinner because I and my two kids ate.
My steps stopped when I saw Mas Galvin, Lucia and my mother-in-law and Nara and Naro who seemed to talk in the family room.
My step that was heading to the kitchen was about to take drinking water turned towards the family room. I wonder what they are talking about. Why so serious?
"Nara. Naro, from now on this Aunt Lucy is your Mama. You call her Mama because she's also your Papa's wife" Mother explained.
My eyes were perfectly rounded when I heard Mom's explanation of Nara and Naro. Should I tell my two children about this? Can't you just not say things my kids shouldn't know. They were small, what if Nara and Naro were shocked and then mentally disturbed.
Nara looked surprised. Even the little princess looked confused by Mother's words. However, in contrast to Naro he remained calm while folding both chest hands and sitting relaxed. Naro didn't hear anything that surprised him. I get sick with my son this one sometimes. He can always control his emotions. Even though his age is still young.
"What does Oma mean?" nara asked not to understand.
"Papa, kali_"
"Stop," I immediately attacked my in-laws' words.
"Ohh finally the one we were waiting for came too," said Mother staring at me cynically. He glanced at me from toe to toe. I'm just wearing peach-colored sleeping pajamas.
"Nara, Narrows. You guys get into the room!" ask me. My two children should not know my current household problems.
"But Ma_"
"Come, sister" asked Naro to pull Nara's hand to stay awake. "Ma, if anyone hurts you just say there's Naro. Don't be afraid" said Naro patting my arm with his head turned to reach my face.
I was shocked by the words of this seven-year-old. My eyes glazed. But trying to hold back from falling.
Nara and Naro entered their room. Nara turned her head as if curious as to what adults like us would talk about.
I sat quietly in front of my mother-in-law. The gaze of this middle-aged woman was always cynical of me. Maybe if I were an invisible creature, he would try to avoid me.
"Diandra, you need to move rooms. Let Galvin and Lucia stay in your room," said the forced mother.
"I don't want to" I replied quickly.
"Ra," Mas Galvin looked at me expectantly.
"This is not your home" continued Mother-in-law staring at me intently.
"I know," I answered.
"If you know that, why don't you know yourself?" My mother-in-law looked at me sharply as if she was about to devour me alive.
I remained calm without being bothered by the gaze of the mother-in-law. Wasn't it from the beginning of our marriage that she always looked at me with one eye. Because I just graduated from high school. Mas Galvin, Bachelor of Economics. Mother-in-law forgot, who accompanied her son from zero. I'm struggling to help with Mas Galvin's college tuition with biscuits and fast food. After Mas Galvin graduated and got a job, I deliberately stopped doing business because my nature was to earn instead of to provide.
However, what my mother-in-law said, I was just a woman hitchhiking to her son. Actually he knew that if my role was very important in Mas Galvin's education, he was only deliberately provoking because he didn't like our marriage in the first place.
"I'm not self-aware, I'm defending my right as first wife, ma'am," I replied firmly. It felt sick when I called Mom to my Mother-in-law.
"You should know yourself, Diandra. You are not the only wife of Galvin" said the mother-in-law with a mocking smile.
"I know that, Mom. But I'm Mas Galvin's first wife. I have a right to whatever's in this house" my duty.
"Enough Diandra!" jolt Mas Galvin hard so it makes us surprised.
I looked at Mas Galvin casually but not with my heart. For eleven years of marriage, this was the first time Mas Galvin yelled at me with a loud voice.
"Please give up Diandra. It's not about who the first wife and the second wife are. But it's about comfort. Lucia was not used to sleeping in the cramped room. So, please just listen this time, Mas," said Mas Galvin. His voice that had risen by an octave slowly descended to softness.
I looked at Mas Galvin shaking. I wonder why the matter of the room alone can invite this debate? Actually Lucia was born from what family? Why not sleep in a tight room? If he's rich, why not just stay at home? Why stay here with me and the kids?
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