My in-laws are like my madam
Chapter 13: The bitter honey
That afternoon I was making a cake order, and I would take it to my mother's place who was holding a funeral service. Not bad their order cake there are fifty boxes, and there are some neighbors who mesan sponge cake. They say my cake is very good. It is my cake that uses good ingredients and uses pure sugar.
After a few days I went to deliver my neighbor's cake and continued to a cafe where my mother was. I knitted my motorcycle towards the cafe.
While parking, I saw Faisal's car parked in front of the cafe, I drowned looking for his existence but I did not find it. I stepped in to meet the mother of Arisan's mother.
"excuse me buk, here's the box cake order" I said to Ana's mother who ordered my cake.
"oh, thank you, Fit, for driving here" said buk Ana with a smile.
"yes same buk, already want to believe me.
"it's Fit money cake box you count first" said buk Ana gave a blue money sheet.
"i believe you're the same mother so there's no need to count" I answered and put the money in my pants pocket.
"thank you if you'll excuse me"
"yes Fit, be careful" replied buk Ana. And I also passed away leaving their place.
Before I left the cafe I went to the toilet, while passing the table in the corner of the room, I saw my husband chatting with the woman I saw yesterday. I looked at them carefully, how happy Faisal was when chatting with the woman. With me, she never smiled so happily. I continued my steps towards the toilet, I no longer flushed away my husband and the woman.
When I finished I came out of the toilet and they were both still sitting there. I quickly stepped out before Faisal realized my whereabouts.
When I got home I counted my income today
"alhamdulillah, good enough to sell tomorrow, from now on I have to be able to make money, I don't know what the future looks like. My husband has started to change no longer cares about me" my inner self while counting my money. I intend that tomorrow I will deposit to the bank a portion of my income from the sale.
Three months later, I was able to raise money from the online bake sale, and there were also orders from some of my neighbors and friends. Whatever I did my husband did not care, he always went early in the morning without absorption and came home late at night when I was asleep. Tonight I was waiting for mya to come home from work.
"gold you're home? Should I make dinner? I just said stale because I knew he must have eaten.
"no, I ate, she replied.
"mas, why have you changed in recent months, not like you used to always care about me? I said looking at his face with sadness.
"i'm tired, and I'm tired of seeing you always looking like a maid.
"yes it's your business, as a woman you should be able to manage finances, besides I also rarely eat at home.
"mas, what's my fault, why are you like this mas, is there something you hide from me mas.
"there's nothing I'm hiding.
"mas, who's that woman you've always been with, why do you come out with her more than me? I said bravely to ask.
Faisal looked at me sharply
"so all this time you've been spying on me?
"no mas, I accidentally saw you while I was shopping to buy the necessities of our house. Answer me honestly.
"it's good that you've seen her so I don't have to introduce her to you.
"what do you mean, who is he?
"she is the woman who will be your honey, she is an educated and very attractive woman. My mother also liked her and my other family.
My chest feels claustrophobic hearing my husband's confession.
"mas what's my fault that you want to beat me up? What I'm lacking, when it comes to looks I can change it if that's what you want.
"but you can't give me a child, you're not a fertile woman, my parents have long wanted a grandchild, but you're not pregnant. Said my husband with a lantamg without any guilt.
"Mas, can you say that to me, you know yourself dikter also said that I am healthy and can get pregnant, maybe God does not believe in us to have a child mas"
"already, you have to accept if I remarry, or you can choose another path" said Faisal and passed into the bathroom.
No matter how much it feels like I want to scream, how hurt I am to hear my own husband. We've been married for almost four years, only the last five months he's changed. Not like the Faisal you used to know. My own husband and my in-laws have given me bitter honey. His sense of my world completely destroyed.
I lay my body on the bed, I shut this eye in the silence of the night with eyes already flooded. My husband chose to sleep in the guest room. I cried in my sleep, lamenting the unlucky fate of people.
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