MY FORMER DARK LOVER
Falsity

Her husband's tumbens are at home. Glad too, finally he can take the time for me, which has always been busy out there, even though the company is holding a leave of absence though.

"You should dress up pretty and polite today. Just beware if it is disappointing, not only the hands are floating, but the kakipun does not escape giving a lesson to you," said Mas Bayu with his always thin nature.

"Yes, Mom!" I answered a little upset.

"A good cook too, because our parents will all come here" he said.

"Oh, so Mas Bayu is now home because there are parents who will visit, not want to be with me. Hhhh, patience .. Patience Jihan, someday your husband will turn into a romantic. Just wait," a heartbroken by too high of expectations.

"Yes, Mas. It must be."

"Oh yeah. But ... but--?" my words cannot continue speech.

"But what? If you talk, don't beat around like that" he said.

"But, is there no additional money from you, for me to shop for groceries later," I replied casually.

Bruuk ... krieet, a wooden table has been kicked husband.

"What did you say, huh!" pekik angry.

"I'm sorry, Mom!" my answer is already shrinking guts no longer dare to look at his face.

"Basically female g*bl*k. You don't have any money, huh! Eeh, remember yes. You're the schoolwork that my family leads because of your husband, if there is no interference maybe you are now a vagabond, so don't be a lot of behavior and pretentious. Basic women do not know themselves, already loved and even ask for the heart," The frustration of the husband who has berated.

My eyes are sharp looking at my husband, it feels really unacceptable for his words just now.

"But can't you help us a little bit with our household finances? After the meal there is your family as well, why should I always breed everything. Where's your salary all this time," I argue that has issued uneg-uneg, which has been continuously buried.

Plaque, with a single slap of lightning, the cheeks felt hot and a little sore.

"Basar women do not know themselves. Don't want to be good, you are. Your poor family we've raised your rank, so you should be self-conscious and shameless." The hair has been pulled strong, until the head feels throbbing so painful, when pulled so strongly back.

"I'm sorry, Mom. Sorry .. sorry, if my words have offended you," asked me to cupped my hands, so that my husband would let go of his trap.

"Well, you poor bitch. Cheer up!" Angry husband who has spat saliva on the ceramic floor.

His face that was wrathful with anger had now sauntered away, leaving my still-sitting self fixated on lamenting fate.

"Astagfirullah, what's my fault? Have I sinned so much that the husband who was supposed to protect me hates me. Oh my God, strong .. strengthen me in the face of all this." Melt tears continued to flow, while hitting the chest firmly, as a result of his tightness began to approach.

Seconds of time keep passing

It all ends in your hands.

Even though I'm fragile in steps.

But as much as possible will survive.

In the chest expect a lot

Only you can take care of me

The broken grief

It makes me weak but wants to stay strong.

In the tiredness of the soul

Love ...

Is this heart not perfect for you.

Why ... why

You are so hateful and cruel to me.

One by one the vegetables began to cook. In the pain of slicing spices, it turns out that melted tears become a complement also in the preparation that began to be so. All I accepted sincerely, although the heart was increasingly crowded.

*****

At the request of the husband, I must be neat and elegant in front of my parents and in-laws later. Black dress under the knees, finally became a complement to the clothes to cover my body. Out of nowhere the husband's idea, which was clear from the fabric material and color, his clothes were also the same as mine. We look romantic wearing a couple, but behind it all is just an unhealthy household cover.

"Well .. who is this?" said the female in-law who had come.

"Mama, how are you?" my broom kissed his left right cheek.

"Thank God we're fine, son. How are you doing too?" ask her.

"I'm good too, Ma."

In-laws are very good, inversely proportional to husbands who are always angry and rude.

"Let's sit down, Ma, Pa!" ask me.

"Yes, Son. Thank you." Thank you."

"I stayed to get everything ready" said my maid, who was still standing.

"Oh, yes. Please."

The husband who met the in-laws, I just left. I who do everything alone must be perfect, if not sure again hit by slapping husband.

There were boisterous conversations, which my parents seemed to have also come. The table has been filled with several menus that are various kinds of cuisine. Everything looks perfect and hopefully everyone will like it.

"Hi, Son!" greet Mama while I'm still busy preparing the spoon.

"Eh yes, Mom. You have come." Greet me who kissed his back hand.

"Why did you prepare it alone? Indeed Bayu does not want to help you," search Mama.

"No pa-pa, Mother."

"Mas Bayu is tired of working, so I alone deserve to prepare it alone," I replied giving the sweetest smile.

My face grimaced with chest pain, so I looked fine in front of my parents. It feels very eager to embrace him, to spill all the feelings that I have suffered so far.

"Well, it turns out your wife is smart to cook as well Bayu. Mama didn't get you wrong" praised Mama-in-law, as she approached the dinner table.

"Yes, dong. Who was that before. How can you get a wife who is not smart. If you like to be lazy, it must have been over this household. Isn't that right, Jihan?" Relaxed the husband replied, while a stiff smiling face towards me.

It turned out that the smile was just a mere mask, as his hands were now busy pinching my stomach. I can grimace in pain, as much as possible to hold back as much as possible, so that everyone does not know the behavior of the husband all this time.

"Oh yes, Ma. Thanks for the compliment."

Everyone was smiling happily, looking at our affection. My husband kept praising me in front of them, with his hands constantly stroking my hair slowly, as if he wanted to show the falsehood of his affection.