MY FORMER DARK LOVER
Husband's rudeness

The clock kept moving in the middle of the night, but stupidly I was still waiting for my beloved husband. I don't know, until when will it continue this way, when the husband always comes home late at night.

Netra began not to bear anymore by his drowsiness, until many times without consciously falling drooping. The head tried to re-enforce it so that it would hold back.

"Huaah, why can't my eyes be open. Patience .. Patience, Jihan. Surely mas Bayu will soon be home," a troubled heart that has looked at the clock, showing at half-twelfth.

Because I could not stand it, I had to lay my body on the living room couch. Cold weather at night, making the body more curled hugging its own body.

Brok ... broc, the sound of the door being knocked so strongly.

"Jihan open .... Jihan open," Someone shouted.

As a result of shock, I just woke up the shortest, when I was wandering around in dreamland.

"Astagfirullah, why am I asleep? Isn't that the sound of Bayu? I must quickly open the door for her" a bewildered bewilderment, between half-conscious when I just woke up.

As quickly as possible I ran towards the door to open it immediately, which sounded the voice of the husband impatient to enter the house immediately.

"Jihan open ... Jehan. Brok .. broc," call the husband screaming again.

"Yes Mas .. yes, briefly ... briefly," My nervousness replied.

Klek ... klek, the key has been opened and now shows the husband has staggered to walk in.

"Lelet is very much a girl. Just open the door long ago. Damn girl," said the rude husband.

"Sorry, Mas. I fell asleep by accident, so I didn't hear that you're home" answered my reason.

"Here, that you. It used to be slow and lazy. It's still a good thing to marry a rich man like me, but always doing something is not right," he said offending.

"Sorry, Mom!" I answered with my head down.

"Hurry up and do your job" she told him.

"C-ii-yes, Mum!" answer me fear

Immediately I squat under my husband sitting on the sofa, to immediately remove his shoes and socks.

"Prepare hot water. I'm going to take a shower now" she said.

With a run in a hurry, I immediately ran to the bathroom to immediately prepare what the husband told me. If not obeyed, surely I will be yelled all out again.

The faucet to bring out the hot water I've turned. Long wait to be full. Patiently, I now prepare all toiletries including towels.

"Mas ... Mas, wake. The bath water is ready" I said trying to wake him up, shaking his hand.

"Huh, just sprain this you. People are good at sleeping, playing disturbing all developed," he complained dislike.

"Sorry, Mas. I asked for a hot bath, so now I wake up for Mas to take a shower," I explained so as not to get angry.

"There are many reasons for you. Already moved aside, make you look at your face," he said rudely again.

When it will stand, the husband is staggering will collapse, but fortunately I quickly catch, to immediately help him stand up again.

"Was drinking again 'was it?" many keceplosan.

"Huh, a lot of talk and ask only you this. What's your business?" the answer has grabbed my hair that had been scratched.

"Aaa .. aaa, pain Mas. Let go, it hurts so much!" my door.

"Manja is a very people. Just held the hair, already in pain like a fool, ha .. ha. ha!" laughter of the husband has no pity.

"Nea don't ask a lot of questions and take care of my life. You're here just living, so don't be too much of a fuss. If it doesn't come out, I'll check it even more harshly, huh!" said Mas Bayu began to wrath, strongly pulling his hair back .

"Aaaa, my goodness. I'm sorry, if I asked wrongly," I said with tears.

"Basar women do not know are lucky and useful. Already there, get out of my presence," drive away the husband who took off the hair, but violently slammed my body.

The body has fallen firmly on the floor of ceramic tiles. Again the tears accompanied our home, which was like hell in it. Only the outside looks romantic, but inside there is only violence and beatings.

It's ironic in my life. Want to go but so many parents owe to the husband's family, but if it survives the body and body will be worse destroyed. Only tears always accompany this unhealthy household step.

"O Allah, until when will my suffering end? Do I deserve all this?" a heart that still shed tears.

The body immediately stood up, to immediately serve him again, because he did not want to be sprayed with anger. I don't know when I can survive like this. Will this angel of suffering come to an end? Or do I have to be silent until this body crumbs full of wounds? Only fate can answer, when submission becomes my strength now.