Mother Perakor Cruel
Chapter 22

"Yes, why? Are you tired?" ask the judge again.

"Hmmmmmmm, not tired. It's just that I still feel pain," replied Sukma bluntly.

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"Hehe.. I'm sorry, honey. I always feel bad when I see you. Yes, we're asleep then. We can continue tomorrow" the judge hugged his wife's hip to the bed.

The next morning, Sukma had woken up earlier than the Judge. He went straight to the kitchen and saw the contents of the refrigerator that turned out to be empty.

Sukma also finally took the initiative to go to the market not far from the Hakim housing complex.

However, when Sukma had just come out of the house, he saw a traveling vegetable maker who was peddling his sales at the end of the complex.

"Ah, there's a greengrocer. I shop there," muttered Sukma eagerly stepping foot towards the vegetable maker.

"Hmmmmm, new occupants huh? What number is home?" ask one of the mothers who was shopping for vegetables in the same place.

"Yes mom. My name is Sukma. I am the wife of Judge who lives in house number twelve," replied Sukma made the mothers whisper to each other.

"So you're the Judge's wife? Were you guys dating?" ask one of the mothers.

"Yes, we've been dating for a long time" Sukma replied with a sumringah.

"Oh yeah? But sorry, and Sukma. We often see the judge often bring women to his house. And strangely, the woman was always different. There are red hair, blond, and there are also those who are mothers," said the mothers of the sheepong make Sukma's heart hurt to hear it.

"Ah, this mother saw it wrong time huh? Where might my husband bring women to his house," replied Sukma still defending the Judge.

Sukma tried not to trust the mothers. However, the longer the words of these mothers the more hurt he.

"Hmmmmm, maybe yes. But if Sukma is still curious, please contact our complex security guard to check the cctv recording. Yes already, then excuse us first. It was getting hot" said the mothers again while insinuating Sukma whose heart had rumbled.

After paying for all his groceries, he hurried to leave the place. Upon arriving at home, he immediately cried releasing all the tightness that he had been holding.

"Darling? Why are you crying?" ask the Judge who just woke up looking for the whereabouts of the wife.

"Sukma immediately hugged her husband tightly and let go of all her cries in the arms of her beloved husband. The judge was silent and allowed Sukma to let go of all the feelings in his heart.

After he calmed down, the judge immediately asked what caused the wife to cry in the morning.

"What's wrong? Where are you from? What makes you cry hmmmmm?" the judge rubbed his head gently.

"Mas, they say you always bring different women into your house. Is that true?" ask Sukma.

'Damn, mothers don't have brains. It's just ghibah, ' the Judge's mind is upset.

"Geez, again the mother. Honey you know, there is one of the mothers in our complex who repeatedly asked me to be his daughter-in-law. But I always refused it. Since then she has hated me so much and incited other mothers to hate me. I am sure that he is the one who said something like this to you so that our happy household would be damaged and destroyed. So I'm asking you, please, don't believe me and don't hang out with them" the judge wrote.

He hoped that Sukma would believe his words. And the Judge must keep Sukma away from the mothers. Otherwise, sooner or later, the rot will be exposed.

"But my heart hurts so much. Why is he accusing you so much?" sukma said again.

"It has. Forgetit. Consider it a test in our household. In this way, hopefully you and I will be even better," said the judge as he kissed his wife's head repeatedly.

"But mas," said Sukma who was directly on the sidelines by the Judge.

"Dear, just like this. Now you are my wife. I want to ask, do you believe in this husband of yours? If not, that's your right. But clearly, each household will end happily if each of their partners trust each other. I myself, as a husband, trust you very much, because I'm sure, you are the best woman for me" said the wise Judge.

It seems Sukma was consumed by the words of the Judge. He seemed calmer in the arms of his beloved husband.

"I believe you are. It's just, I'm hurt by their words," Sukma said looking at her husband's face.

"Once, let it go. They were just jealous because you could marry me. Yes, mending you cook breakfast for us. I'm gonna take a shower first. Today I will spend my time with you at home. Uh, I mean just in the room," replied the judge jokingly.

"Ok alright. Huhhh. You took a shower there. I will cook for us" replied Sukma wiping his tears and then got up and headed for the kitchen to cook.

The judge was relieved that his wife had chosen to believe in him.

The judge can take a shower and breathe calmly.

However, without the Judge knowing, it turns out Sukma felt very, very curious about what the complex mothers said.

Sukma's suspicion was increasing because the Judge had said that he was trapped by his friend when he went to Bandung.

"I'll find the information myself without your knowledge, mas" muttered Sukma after recalling the words of the complex mother.

Fifteen minutes later, Sukma had finished cooking breakfast for himself and his husband. So did the Judge, who had just come out of the bathroom.

"Mas, come on the hunt, the breakfast hunt will be cold lo," said Sukma following the husband to their room.

"Yes, this is also finished, baby," he said a few moments later.

At the dinner table, Sukma was just a lot quiet. It's not as usual.

Speech after speech uttered by the mothers was still ringing in his ears.

"Why you, baby? Why isn't the food eaten?" ask the judge who had noticed the change of his wife.

"Hhhhhh, I'm not papa kok mas. I just can't believe we are husband and wife now. I felt like a dream like a loh mas" replied Sukma as if he had forgotten about the problem this morning.