Marrying a Blind Man
Part. 63

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"Rina, Rina is really you." Show my mother-in-law who looks at me from head to toe.

"There is no good you, want to be flanked too." The hardship made me lower my head.

Since I dated until marriage, my mother-in-law's attitude has become more and more. Be ill. Whatever I feel I still hold, as long as Mas Farhan is loyal and loves me with the loyalty of Mas Farhan is enough for me, the ravings and scolding that I hear every day from my mother-in-law I consider the wind. My butterflies have been too numb to hear the mockery, insults, has always been a comparison between the brothers Mas Farhan.

Mas Farhan was the youngest of three children, the first being Fatah, the second Mas Fahmi and the last Mas Farhan my husband. Both of his brothers got wives from prominent families while I was only the son of a second-hand collector, son of a junkyard.

Yep. Today we are invited by besan mama, the family of Mas Fatah's wife . My fault, when wearing the same dress and hijab? I don't think there's anything wrong.

"Dear Septi, have you been running around yet to make up?" He exclaimed in a soft tone, in stark contrast to me, mama's words always pierced into the recesses of the heart.

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Ma'am Septi came down the stairs with a smile on his lips, Ma Septi wore a long sleeveless dress with a high hemisphere to show the skin of his smooth legs.

Honestly, Ma Septi tonight is beautiful. I was amazed at the beauty she had. One word for her is perfect.

"Mama's dream ghost" he said by hugging her.

"My mother-in-law, who loves me even more," she replied, glancing cynically at me.

"Where's Fahmi?" Ask mama.

"Tuh, Fahmi mas," Ma'am Septi smiled when he saw her husband coming down the stairs.

"Rin, Farhan mana, kok, not ready to go late, do not be too late to be ashamed of Mr. Darmawan. He is the richest and most famous man." Fahmi reminded me not to be late.

Either lost where Mas Farhan was he said to go out but until now still not home too.

"Don't know Mas, last noon wanted to buy something, but didn't go home too?" Answer me with a smile.

"Most likely Farhan looking for a matching partner, commensurate with his, is Farhan handsome, while the one beside him is only a human who usually makes shame! Dreams of Mama can get a ghost zonk kayak gini." Judes with a flat look.

" Maybe Farhan in Ma's pellet" Mbak Septi tried to pump up his mama. My brothers-in-law did not like me he said to make his self-esteem fall.

Is it wrong to be born into a poor family? Honestly suppose I could bargain I would ask God that I be born with a respectable family, respected? This is my destiny, which I must accept with sincerity. What's wrong with me if I'm married to Farhan.

"Sttt, honey, don't be so ah, no good. Farhan's his son's the loyal type." Bela mas Fahmi's.

"Rin went into the room first, waited for his farhan in the room only." Smoothed out maybe tonight he won't hear a commotion between me and his wife.

"Yes, brother, I go in first, Ma, Ma" I said with a smile.

Maybe my heart can still be forced to smile but this heart screams in tears at the insults of in-laws and in-laws. May my heart be strong and patient.

"Rina, change your clothes! Don't be embarrassed, especially if Risa knows you're coming in with that shirt."

Her steps came to a halt as her mother-in-law spoke like that.

I'm turning.

"Ma, my clothes are all gamis, if I go there with clothes like this will only be embarrassing, I'd better be at home."

"Good job's. That's dong, know yourself a little." Sindir Mbak Septi with his thumbs up.

"Darling? Don't do that, wherever Rina is your dear sister," Fahmi mediates.

"I don't want to have a sister kiss. Our level is far different, he's the lowest level" he said.

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My tears flowed without me telling me.

I dare not look at her pretty face, Ma'am Septi. Mbak Septi is indeed beautiful and an only child career woman from the Baskoro family whatever she wants to have no matter how expensive and to what extent, she definitely gets.

"Get in, even dumb! Do not eat mostly salted fish. Tulalit is."

"Sep, let's go, Fahmi you take the car," my mother-in-law bulldozed by holding the hand of her favorite daughter-in-law.

My heart was sad not to be able to come, Mas Farhan was out of nowhere, really looking for a replacement for myself who is not worthy of Farhan mas, my heart began to heat up unable to hear the word 'searching for a partner' when my heart was in a sudden panic, Ma'am Septi called me.

"Rina. Wait for the house lest there be a thief," with a smile he stuck out his tongue, "Wlee."

Basic brother-in-law does not know himself, love to insult me if without me if he can eat well, clean house, free higher education career woman when taking care of household can not. It's just a title he's proud of. I am the most grateful woman who can take care of her husband in the kitchen and bed, all under control in the hands of poor child Rina.

Again I can only grumble in my heart. After their departure I looked up at the ceiling.

Trings.

A chat came into my phone, I looked at the screen that was still alive. Soon the sound of my phone vibrating again, who else is bothering me, I lazily grabbed the phone lying at the end of the mattress.

A message from my best friend Yuni.

Yuni:" Cepetan open the contents of the paint."

Yuni:" if I were me, I'd run over the party of Elo's sister-in-law." A series of questions he asked me, how I want to answer the contents of his vidion also do not know.

"Why is the child angry is unclear" I grumbled.

The first message surprised me. With trembling hands I opened the contents of the message Yuni sent.

Si Yuni got Vidio mas Farhan from where and who the beautiful woman who was with him joined his affection.

I quickly returned a message from Yuni.

Me: "Where did you get that Vidio Yun?" I asked with a heart.

My message was not replied by Yuni, I swear to make me curious, this child if you like info is not clear like hanging that way, shortly after the ringtone of my mobile phone was kicking cheerfully turned out to be a call from Yuni.

I slide the green button and a blaring sound breaks the eardrum.

"Hello! Khairina Rina! That's Elo's man, answer don't be silent, remember yes, man like that don't cry to throw away the sea, I support Lo a hundred and eighty degrees." He said in a annoyed tone.

I just shook my head in wonder to see this one kid, stirring myself.

"Rin! Elo didn't faint, did he? Hola! Hello!"

I kept the phone away from my ear, in order to avoid the sound of the toa konslet that was already short.

"Yes, molor," he choked again.

"RINA."

"Yes, Yun. If the talk is subtle little why, how do guys want to be with you, if the way you say it is so,"

"Ck, you're a strong-witted, pretentious to shift the conversation. That's Farhan, right."

"Yes, that's Mas Farhan, why? He's his cousin, ah don't be a charred stove," my ass, I don't want the disgrace of a husband to hear people without proof.

Let me find the answer myself.

"Ih. You are told ngeyel. I'd like to take a Sunday night walk." Yuni then turned off her phone unilaterally.

Huffs. I took a deep breath and then I exhaled slowly.

Now I am sitting pensively staring at the screen of my phone look mas Farhan a big smile by embracing the shoulders of the beautiful woman.

Who he really is, what's the connection between them.

I didn't feel my tears seeping in wanting to come out.

"Hi, tears don't cry dong, I'm tired of having to cry constantly, already yes don't come out again," I told myself who else if not me who gave encouragement to me.

I rubbed my tears violently.

"Rina, don't believe it before you see for yourself. Okay. I'll go to Risa's party, I'll disguise myself as another invited guest."

Want me to deny outright that it wasn't my husband Mas Farhan but the facts prove it all.

I opened the door of my closet to choose one game that is suitable for me to wear to the party Risa Mbak.

My eyes were fixed on a yellow mustard not forget I was wearing a veil so that no one would recognize it.

It's ready, now I have an attractive appearance, no one will recognize me because this game I have never used.

"Mom, Sister Septi, Sister Risa, you don't underestimate a poor woman, I'm no less beautiful than you." I muttered to myself and walked towards the door.

Ojol I ordered was apparently waiting in front of the gate.

"It's been a long time since I've been waiting" I asked.

"Just like Rina?"

I just nodded and smiled.

"Where are you, like you're going to party."

"Yes. Please take me to this address." I said by showing the address on my phone screen.

Mas ojol nods his head and we set off at high speed fortunately the trip was very smooth not jammed, just twenty minutes finally I arrived.

After mas ojol parked the bike I went down.

"Mas, thank you for bringing me here" I said with a smile.

"Together."

Happy birthday song is heard to the outside, it's very festive party.

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you....

I went in with a sense of anxiety because all eyes were looking at me full of question marks because at this party no one was wearing a robe only I was the only one wearing a hijab.

Accidentally my two netra is whistling with the person I am looking for especially if not my beloved husband.

Deg.

My heart seemed to stop when I saw a man I admired now with another woman. Mas Farhan's hand tightly grasped his hand.