My husband belongs to his mother
A divided soul.

A divided soul.

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" How many times do you have to say, you only have me, I can't possibly let you live there alone, it's just a matter of flowers, Joya!"

Joya looked at her husband in disbelief, 'just a matter of flowers she said?' it was the umpteenth time that Mother Hamdan forbade this - it was to Joya, why her husband did not understand too, even though he had just returned from out of town, instead of giving up longing as he had, as he had already, Hamdan immediately advised Joya because of her complaint.

Joya took off her hand that was holding Hamdan's.

Joya should be able to move spoiled to her husband, telling her daily life like before when Hamdan just came from a work trip, but this?.

Now Joya's mind is looking around, because what Mother Hamdan does not like, even though all this time she has been trying to be a good wife and daughter-in-law.

Which woman is at home to live with her mother-in-law if all day her mother-in-law always speaks loudly, everything done is always wrong, not to mention the attitude of complaints that always make her husband misunderstand.

Joya's tears jostled wanting to come out, her heart was very sad.

This is not only a matter of flowers, but also regarding her rights in this house, throughout her stay in this house, Joya has been accustomed to buying fresh flowers to fill several corners of their house, fresh flowers that are not only fragrant but also beautiful to look at, every three to four days usually Joya will replace the flowers that have withered, but because the flower shop subscription closed in recent days, Joya had only bought it today, but again her happiness was disturbed by the words of her mother-in-law.

" So old son, had his wife just squandered money on unimportant things" that sentence was quite painful, plus now her husband also rebuked her, the husband who usually understands himself the most is now changing.

" Deck" hearing Hamdan's voice, Joya hurriedly wiped away her tears.

Hamdan gave her a brown envelope, Joya received it as usual.

Joya checks in because she feels a little different, looks the wrong way Hamdan and stirs her nape.

" Anu, that's part of the mas give to Mom to hold on."

There are no words that Joya said to respond to her husband's explanation, however, if she processes it will certainly not be of any use.

Sighing tired, Joya entered the room.

Tired of Joya's heart for several weeks, the presence of her husband's mother made the happiness of her household snatched.

" Deck" turns out Hamdan's following. " You're upset because of some of my paycheck, I gave it to Mom?" hamdan asked which made Joya lazy to respond.

" Deck" Hamdan looks very tired making Joya's heart not bear.

" No pa-pa kok mas" replied Joya in the end, because after all Hamdan had already given some of his salary to the Mother.

" Then smile dong, mas tired deck' project there is quite heavy"

Although it is difficult to smile. But Joya forced the smile to still appear, so that Handan can rest, Joya did not have the heart to make Hamdan to mind.

After a dinner that felt bland to Joya, Hamdan's mother again argued.

" It should be your salary money love Mother all Hamdan, let Mother manage your finances, I see the wife is not smart to make money, how to have savings if your wife is too wasteful"

" Yes, ma'am, next month Hamdan pays Hamdan the same salary as all mothers"

Joya's tears were unstoppable, saying nothing, Joya passed leaving the dining table.

Vaguely still Joya heard her mother-in-law sneering at her but Joya did not care.

Hamdan did not catch up with Joya until midnight making Joya's heart wound more gaping.

Almost early in the morning Hamdan just caught up with his wife, not usually Joya sleep like that, with the position of his back to the door.

Slowly Hamdan's hands stretched out and hugged Joya.

" I'm sorry" whispered the man whom Joya could still hear.

***

When he woke up Hamdan had not found his wife's whereabouts, after a while of preparing, Hamdan headed to the dining table and found nothing.

" Joya didn't cook Mom?" asked Hamdan who approached his mother who was frying tofu.

" Your wife since you've been out of town never cooks" Rubiah glanced at her son.

Hamdan was pensive to hear the mother's words.

After his mother resumed her work, Hamdan sought the whereabouts of his wife.

" Deck" Hamdan hurriedly approached his wife who was struggling to hang a bad cover on the clothesline.

Hamdan also spread the thick cloth that still dripping water on the drying, their washing machine is small, the capacity is not able to dry the number one bad cover, the number one, that's why usually every two weeks Joya will use laundry services to wash the thick cloth, but of course since Ibu Hamdan came, Rubiah said it was a waste and again Joya could not fight back.

" Why not let stand so that the water content is less, so it is not too heavy to dry it?"

" I'm lazy to argue with Mom!" ketus Joya's.

Hamdan just look at his wife, usually every Sunday they will start the morning with sports together now since there is his mother his wife looks more moody.

Hamdan was just about to speak, but Rubiah's voice made him not so vocal.

" Let's eat" Hamdan asked Joya.

" The one you call breakfast mom Hamdan not me" Joya replied indifferently.

Hamdan again just sighed, approaching his mother who called his name several times.

It turns out that what Joya said was right, her mother only cooked for the two of them, wanting Hamdan to protest but not dare.

Hamdan glanced at the end of the dining table, there were also no fresh flowers that a few weeks still spoil their eyes, in the corner of the room was also not there, and there were no fresh flowers, though usually Sunday Joya will be eager to take him on the road and also buy fresh flowers for their beautiful home decoration.

Sweeping a glance around Hamdan was also aware of the many changes in his home after the mother had lived.

Plastic bags in slippage everywhere, the color of the sofa pillowcase is different, ornamental flowers that are usually welcomed in front of the bathroom are also not there, why did he just realize?

" Mommy, the flowers in front of Mom's bathroom are moving?" ask Hamdan to his mother.

" Yes, I put it next to the house, your wife's ngak becus Dan, rub the flowers really put in the house, make it dirty"

" That's an expensive flower ma'am, indeed for inside the house, can't get the sun directly"

" Mom nyesel already love your blessing to marry Joya, extravagant, Dan!"

Hamdan was speechless, and now his eyes found Joya standing in the middle of the kitchen and dining room door.