MY FORMER DARK LOVER
Husband's rude attitude

Although our status is married, but never terbesit in the mind of the husband to one room with me. Even though it is legal to be her halal lover, the tip of the hair to the ankles has never been touched, which can be said I am still in a state of per*wan.

This household is full of drama masks only, in public and parents of Bayu mas will be very sweet, but if we are both always compared upside down.

At first I did not agree on this marriage because there is no love. Not yet familiar with the nature of Bayu mas, so the main reason. Rice has become porridge, all the violence to me I still accept patiently. If anyone else knows, I would say I'm stupid for loving rude men, but from the bottom of my heart I still hope my husband will remain my priest.

Klonteng .. klonteng, the sound of spatulla stirring fried rice. Some chicken and vegetable suwiran become mixed ingredients. Do not forget the egg of the cow's eye becomes a complement to the husband's breakfast.

At four o'clock in the morning I always wake up to prepare breakfast and do not forget to pray too, with a myriad of prayers so that the husband quickly changes.

My job is as a high school teacher. I've been doing this job for almost two years. Husband is an employee in a private company, with a salary that I think is quite large. But unfortunately he was so stingy, just enough for shopping. There is always no excess money, just to buy powder or something else. A month is only rationed seven hundred thousand, that's just to fill the ingredients of the kitchen. While the other needs kubiyai itself.

I have to be smart to manage money, if anything happens. The money I set aside in savings, later hopefully can help.

I walk this with pleasure and patience, because the heaven on my feet has now moved to the feet of my husband, so I must now be completely obedient and obedient to him.

Tok .. tok, the door to the husband's room has been slapped.

"Mas ... Mas, up! It's morning, don't let you be late for work," I said to slow down the sound.

Tok ... tok, for the second time the door back.

"Yes .. yes, I've woken this up," her cymbals are angry from within.

Since there was already a symbol from him, I now went to prepare some teaching needs.

Squeeze the body with an air shower, to relieve fatigue of the body and mind. This is the way that I often do to relieve stress, because the number of events that continue to drain energy.

"Diamond ... Jihaaaa!" yell loudly mas Bayu.

In a hurry, I took a shower. The clothes I had worn earlier, I put them back on in a hurry.

By running in a hurry, now trying to approach the call of the husband who continues to scream.

"What's up, Mom?" many fear.

"Well, it's always coming, if anyone calls," he lamented.

"Sorry, Mas. I was still in the shower."

"Yes .. yes, Mas. I'll prepare now" I replied nervously.

It was the rush I had again. A lightning-fast hand attempted to insert the coffee grounds and sugar.

"This, Mas!" Sodorku.

"Put it there."

Brussss, with the rough coffee that had entered the mouth of the husband, suddenly sprayed right on my face.

Patiently, I immediately wiped the face that felt warm due to the freshly brewed coffee.

"Based on woman t*lol, are you crazy to poison your own husband," he snapped angrily.

Plaaak, with suddenly the husband has slapped his cheek. It felt as if the cheeks were starting to heat up and throbbing in pain, so the hands immediately held to try to relieve the pain.

"That's punishment for your carelessness. Cooked coffee tastes bitter, there is not the slightest bit of sweetness," complained Husband.

"I'm sorry, Mom. There is no intention at all I want to poison or serve the bitter, but the sugar in our house is exhausted, so just the coffee powder I just put a lot plus a little sugar," I replied to give an excuse.

"If you have a brain, you buy the sugar. Do not b*doh serve bitter coffee," he said still angry.

"Where do I want to buy, while the money that Mas gave yesterday is only enough to buy kitchen materials, while my salary has not come out on early dates like this," I explained.

"Eghem .. hmm," deheman mas Bayu die lice can not answer.

"You take my desk, there's a lot of money in there. Hopefully enough to buy half a kilo of sugar," he asked.

"Yes, Mas. I'll take it later" I replied to my.

The hand again wiped the tears that fell on the cheek. What a shame my life is now. Just for the sake of buying sugar alone, must resist the embarrassment of using a hundred and five hundred silver coins.

"Patience .. patience, Jihan. Behind the problems in your household there is a silver lining. May this all be a blessing to your life. Oh God, strengthen me to do all this. May the Bayu mas soon be aware of his abrasive nature, amiin!" My prayer was in anguished when I picked up the coin in my husband's room.

An impatient husband was forced early in the morning to knock on a neighbor's shop just to buy sugar. Fortunately, the shop owner was willing to open, so the husband's request to drink coffee immediately I presented.