My husband, I Love You
The Tangis Ayu Nimashasy
"Mama...sick!" Shouted Ayu Nimashasy my only way daughter, who is still not even four years old, she ran and I Songsong with my arms.
I rubbed my tight chest, my tears were so dry that I could no longer shed a single tear.
"Mama, Shasy wants to eat fried chicken ma, mau ma..." My daughter's cries are getting stifling my heart.
Events like this always befall my daughter, my salary working in a mini market is not even enough to buy a pack of ice cream.
Nelangsa, so heavy a childhood that my daughter had to go through. I often persuade his desire with a subtle trick to not ask for snacks, or expensive toys because of some of my salary to pay for electricity bills, and our daily basic needs.
"Mother, just give me a little fried chicken Ma'am! I'll iron the shirt and whatever job I do, I beg you." I tried to open the eyes of my mother-in-law's heart which had always been cruel to my daughter, the grandson of her own flesh-blooded son.
"You need fried chicken! That's why she's a pinter, not a bitch! Usually just ask, work any mushy salary is not much, what are you trying to do from morning to afternoon, huh?" My mother-in-law snapped with a series of words that hurt my ears. Today is Sunday, of course, I'm off, and the time I use to clean the house, wash and cook and I'm putting in a little time for Shasy.
"Sorry mother, from morning and every day I do all the housework, at eight I have to go home to work in the afternoon, I am not unemployed mother, I beg pity my daughter, please have mercy on me, and he's also mom's granddaughter, right?" I replied slowly while still hugging the shasy who started to get scared with the loud voice of my mother-in-law.
"Well, right..! Just so much already felt wow you become a ghost huh? You ghost don't know shame, Iwan should immediately divorce you and not delay any longer like this." Shouted my mother-in-law does not want to lose with my words.
"Already Mom, do not fuss continue to be the same useless woman, well take it! it's all yours! and remember, don't even take our valuables with you, just leave before my patience runs out!" Yessi shouted loudly while throwing a package of plastic bags containing scarf cloth that I brought from home when I had just officially become the legal wife of Iwan, my husband.
"Yessi, what do you mean?" I don't know what Yessi meant by throwing the plastic bag on the ground.
Not yet I got the answer to every question and the actions of Yessi and my mother-in-law, a black Alphard car stopped in front of the page.
Get Iwan down from behind the wheel and head for the door across by a detour.
"Sir Rahma...!" My voice in a question, Rahma Zalisa friend and co-worker of my husband who always told me with pride in helping several projects and deals because with the cold hands mbak Rahma who helped selflessly in completing their projects finish the last year.
"Mommy, I'm home what's this Mom why is this messy?" Iwan asked flatly without the slightest hint of him turning to me, even to his own daughter Nimashasy.
"Oh.that your useless wife is acting up again, the more here mom is the more lazy huh Wan! When can you please your mother with the presence of a grandson, not a whiny woman like her!" So my mother-in-law's index finger goes to Shasy, I embrace my daughter this pain is too tight.
"Mama, grandma why are you so bad to us? Mama don't cry, Shasy promises not to ask for more chicken, ma." Astarghfirullah.... The weight of this ordeal, the more tightly I hugged my daughter, the more I felt her heartbeat tighten because of the fear she was experiencing.
"Lettle mom, this is Rahma she's pregnant and according to the results of the ultrasound of the fetus she's carrying is a boy, Mom." My husband's voice is like lightning ready to scorch the body of his prey at any time.
"Yes..! I didn't listen wrong?" Ask me to clarify the words I just heard from my Husband's mouth. Obviously I made it clear again, because I am the legitimate wife of mas Iwan.
"Cross, listen... Next week is our wedding reception, and inevitably you have to divorce me with this three-day talaq as well!"
O Allah is as severe as the trials which the servant must experience, what sins the servant has committed, O Allah.
"Mas! What do you mean mas?" My screams were loud, my daughter was crying as if she was also feeling the tightness I was experiencing.
"Here you go, don't let her decide for long, I'm tired baby, I want to rest and this mom is a gift for mom, take it." Rahma Azhari has been very flexible in giving her sweetness in speaking words to my mother-in-law.
"Dear baby! Be careful what way you drink? Let me get you." Iwan's words were too audible in my ears, while his daughter with eyes that were still wet and holding hunger watched all the scenes that they presented.
"Hey... Just go already! Still waiting for what else, huh?" My mother-in-law even loudly threw myself out in front of the prospective daughter-in-law and sister mas Iwan who had just sat down while playing his cellphone.
"Darling... Daughter Mama dear..wait here for a while mama goes in to take something for us, after that we go to the same grandmother's house grandfather in the village ya son!" My whisper was slow to keep from being heard by them, My tears were hard to hold, flowing away.
"So ma, if you go in carefully, don't let Oma hit you." Entering the third age of my child's age but the thought of maintaining my fragile state, although in fact he himself is still as unwilling to hold back tears and fear.
"Heh.... Take what you hah, beware lest you take ours, purchase Iwan my son." My mother-in-law shouted clearly I heard.
"Sorry mother, although I am poor but I was never taught to take something that does not belong to us." My feet rushed into the room and into my room, picking up my butut bag and some Nimashasy clothes. The rest of my savings resulted in setting aside a portion of my salary that was not how much I put in my pants pocket, and an HP is the only valuable item I have.
"Oma's pain, don't huaahhhh...." My run was hurried when I heard Nimashasy screaming and crying in pain.
"Mother! stop.don't torture my daughter, you have no right to her, "my shout does not lose its challenge.
I approached my daughter with a blue arm because of the pinch marks from my mother-in-law.
"Mas! were you silent when you saw your daughter hurt like this, O God my son," the pain spread through my body. When I watched my daughter curl up in fear.
"Have...have just left why the hell? Ribet is your life Latitude!" I heard the voice of Yessi who casually kicked me out for the umpteenth time.
"Papa.. Shasy wants papa..." The cry of my daughter Nimashasy was heartbreaking again, but Iwan was deaf and reluctant to respond to the cry of his own blood-flesh daughter.
"Honey.. Shasy same mama well, we go to grandma's house later eat chicken the same as buying Shasy's favorite ice cream," I whispered gently to his ear.
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