My husband, I Love You
I Must Be Spirit

Without feeling the day changed into a week, and everything went well my daughter as if she was able to understand the situation.

"Mama... Shasy can this fried chicken maem?" Shasy shouted while sitting at the dinner table for breakfast.

"By my dear, in the consumin also can later granny cook again for Shasy, well!"

"Grandmother here is very good, different from Shasy's grandmother never love fried chicken, always pinched Shasy if the will to eat fried chicken is said to be expensive," with her charm my daughter told me without burden, and she said, and of course my father and my mother stared intently at me, looking for answers to the truth.

I was only able to bow my head while trying hard, facing the reality that had happened to me and my daughter's life..

"eat first, baby, tell me later! pity his cry later," persuaded me while looking straight at my father hoping that no heavy questions would occur at the dinner table, this morning.

"eat!" My father's voice provided his own peace with a softened intonation without pressure.

I looked at the sewing machine that used to be my desire and ambition to be a tailor or a designer of dress work, but had to run aground with a marriage that was in fact hurtful.

"Still the function Latitude, the mother often received a uniform tapestry, make busyness rather than idle, in addition to guard the canteen," mother seemed to know what was on my mind, the sewing machine is not working, but it is very active.

"Mom, Lintang wants to open the stitches! I have a little savings to buy one more sewing machine, I also want to open a modiste les in our city that may be rare," my permission to mother. For after all I must rise up and be excited, regretting the day that has passed only makes tightness in the chest.

While Shasy with his father had traveled to the fields to see people working, as a distraction from the days of the father who had finished his position as a lurah, for 3 periods.

"Do what can make you go further, don't regret what happened! Time will never come back, remember! Shasy needs you to be a single mother that is not easy for you, but do not worry we will still support you," a mother's sincere smile always emanated from my mother's face, I hugged and kissed the cheek and then the hand that started to wrinkle.

"Don't drag on in grief! You must rise! Success is not in waiting but in pursuit."

Beside the house there is a fairly spacious and empty place, the former meeting place of the population at the time when the father was still a cheap place at that time. I arranged it neatly with the help of mother and Mak sri.

When the sun was high I saw my father coming home with Shasy carrying a plastic bag from Al*a mart, "Mama.see ha ha ha brown ma, delicious! Shasy likes it,"

Of course, that joy adorns my daughter who is as old as she has never even graduated from all her wishes to just enjoy her favorite food.

I hugged my daughter who was running over to me while showing her the plastic bag.

"So did you say thank you to Grandpa? Next time buy enough snacks just one, baby, remember! Later omm's teeth...."

"Pong.he.he.he .he.." cut my daughter with her carefree laugh and flaunt the dimples on both her cheeks.

"Tomorrow maybe Ratih will come home, he will be happy if he finds out you are back again, Latang," said my mother while sitting on the butut sofa in the corner of the room, then in the follow-up father and Shasy had run in the mother house with grandson Mak Sri while watching TV.

"Lintang, are all of Shasy's words about your life in your in-laws' place?" Without further ado my father seemed to judge me.

Because for a few days living at home, I always try as much as possible to save all the wounds, and insults from the family of Iwan mas.

I'm not ready to tell you! I endure my suffering as best I can.

"Listen carefully! You are my son, and Shasy is my grandson, I will not allow you to return to that house without the apology of those who have committed an unnatural life to my grandson and son!" My father's emotions peaked after a long time of being buried.

"Well, why is this? coming in angry is not clear! Sit down first to drink first, then the story is clear let us accept it is also clear, Dad...!" My mother interceded because of course she was confused by the sudden situation.

"maaa..grandfather angry huh?" shasy's frightened face was again drawn on her plain face.

"Shasy, look at the TV first, baby! grandpa's not mad, but it's adult talk, yuk," I always give as light an explanation as possible for my daughter, so that the trauma does not return she experienced.

Dad received the water in the glass I thrust and we sat down three times, "excuse me Dad's latitude, this is all a very fatal mistake, and Shasy has been a victim of our blind love,"

"Father does not allow you or Shasy to return to your husband's family, if only to be abandoned, this is the father's decision!"

"Mom! Shasy's body is full of blue pinch blue, his body is thin dry, the child at the time of his growth really even in let lack of nutrition is outrageous Mom!"

"It's yeah... It's been....! We better just give

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Three days later....

The sewing machine I ordered came in time, two units of sewing machines I already have. The signboard with the inscription received stitches, permax clothes, already installed in front of the house, with the help of the father and some workers.

I hope that all the efforts that I have made are successful and able to raise my daughter even though I am only a widow.

The next day I drove to the convection center to ask for permission to work together, as well as guidance on opening up Les Modiste and the design I had requested for my knowledge to redevelop.

I met with friends who used to have one designer major, while the wounds I felt in my household I forgot, my passion to try to be the best to be flared back.

Yep.... Just a few days I forgot how much my heart hurt, I threw away the grudges and bad luck that only made me worse.

I had to get up, and I had to be able to stand up again even without a husband beside me.

I drove a motor matic to my house, relaxed and a little singing a booming song on private tv broadcasts that I often hear.

"Rungkad entek an

Koe sing kelangan most dear

Stop loving you

Gawe I ngelu

Possibly

I'm too in love

I am too fond of replacing

Ra kroso

Pansy

I admit it's me

Too percoyo mergo

Mung nyawang

Saiki I'm wes conscious

Too stupid to love you

My motorbike parked next to a house that was a little crowded with Shasy shouting while playing with Mak Sri's grandson who was over a year old than him.

"Dorrr....!"

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