Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Season 04's. Chaptre 03.
I woke up early when I felt my stomach hurt. Why is it so sick? I sit and collect my life, lest anything happen to the baby in my womb.
Rushing I walked to the kitchen, then took the warm water nails and immediately I waited until the toilet.
"You need to be okay, honey. Encourage Mother to struggle," I said while sitting on the dining table chair.
The clock shows at 5 a.m. Actually I'm not used to waking up early because I'm used to living spoiled. But after getting married as much as possible I have to get used to it because now I am a wife.
I looked around this luxurious house, this house is very large and two-story. I exhaled a rough breath when I had to clean it myself, as my husband said. That I am the maid and servant in this house, so I must not wish for my position as a wife.
I started cleaning the house, washing dishes, sweeping the floor, wiping tables and glass, watering plants, cleaning the bathroom and lastly cooking for my husband. I admit, I am not a smart woman to cook but a little I can even though not as good as a chef at a restaurant.
I don't want to be careless anymore and don't pour too much salt, or lose my husband can't go berserk again.
"Sister Naro would love it, it's delicious." I tasted the cooking and it felt right in my opinion.
Since I was pregnant I was more easily tired and it feels like I want to continue to fall. Fortunately, for some time I no longer had morning kiss.
I took a long breath. I would love to prepare my husband's work clothes as the wives do for him. However, I have to swallow the bitter pill because in reality this marriage is nothing but pseudo and coercion.
"That's tired!"
I sat on the dining table chair cleaning up a house this big is quite draining. Almost all the rooms I cleaned except my husband's room.
"Capek huh, son?" Suck my stomach. "We enjoy everything first. We have to fight so that Dad can accept us. We can definitely get through this."
If my son had been born, I would have loved to tell him so much. I wanted to take her on how cruel the world is. I can't wait for her to come and see me as the mother she'll be looking at when she first sees the world. Although there was a feeling of guilt when I couldn't provide happiness for her. My hope is not much, I just want my son to be healthy and happy so that I will no longer be a resident of this world.
"Mas Angga."
One name that is still increasingly attached to my chest, Mas Angga. My first love and the first man money touched me deep. I have so much faith in him that I am willing to give my body to a man who is not yet my husband. And now I have received the fruit of my own deeds.
"Where are you, Mum? Do you know, I miss you as much? I'm suffering, Mas. Me, I'm not okay."
Damn, why my tears always can not be held when mentioning the name of my ex-boyfriend, I am fragile with all the circumstances that force me to grow up and accept all this.
I walked slowly to the room, some days my body was easily tired and my stomach was very painful.
"I cannot be weak. I have to be strong."
Yes, I must be strong to face all the realities that squeeze my energy and mind. I can't stress out for this unformed baby. I will not sin a second time.
"Argh, why is it so sick?" I groaned while holding my stomach.
"Am I going to the doctor, okay? Since I was first pregnant until now I haven't checked the contents."
I didn't have time to pay attention to my health. Honestly, I was depressed because of my two-bodied condition, as well as pretentious. I only did it once, but why?
I immediately cleaned myself into the bathroom. After this I have to go to the doctor, I don't want anything to happen to the candidate for me. I'm enough to suffer not him. I moistened my body, even though this water was not too cold but managed to make the hairs of my skin stand up and seep into the bones.
"Why so much?" my lament.
I quickly bathed before Brother Naro woke up and did not find me at the dinner table.
I paused when I saw my husband at the dinner table. He just kept quiet without daring to touch my cooking. I put my foot up to him, my heart racing when I was about to be next to him. Not because of falling in love but fear that Brother Naro will hurt me again like yesterday.
"Morning, Brother," I said kindly.
He raised a sharp gaze that seemed to stick a sword in my chest.
"Feel what is this?" tanyakanya.
"Oxtail soup, kale and fish pepes, brother," I replied.
Last night Kak Nara sent a message and mentioned all of Kak Naro's favorite foods. So this morning I tried to cook this meal for her. Maybe he likes what I hope.
"You sure it tastes good?" He looks at me cynically.
"I tried, brother. I think it feels good," I replied.
He stood up and took the food in the bowl and took it to the kitchen and threw it into the sink. The food I cooked with great difficulty he threw away.
"I don't want to eat food from a second-hand woman like you."
Prangs!
Prangs!
The bowls he slammed on the floor. I was surprised by the eloquent pale face, I somehow thought that if the bowl shards would be scratched on my face like thiller films.
"I don't want to be cheap either," she wrote, looking at me hatefully.
I was silent while looking down with fingers squeezing each other. No, not out of fear but the pain in my stomach is getting stronger.
He grabbed my chin once more. The look of his eyes drew out and entered into the sense of sight. I could see how much hatred he had instilled in me.
"Sad."
His tongue was on my face.
"You deserve this!" He threw my chin rough.
I cringed in pain, the grip of his hand managed to leave the wound there so it felt sore.
Brother Naro grabbed his bag and suit and waltzed away leaving me on the floor. Looking at his back away, it seemed like my hope of getting him to accept me would never materialize.
"Aragh!"
I stood up slowly by gathering strength so as not to fall.
"Come, Rin. You must be strong. Your child in the womb needs you. Don't give up" I said to encourage myself.
Tears soaked my cheeks. As if to show that I have lost this fight.
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