Pamite
8. My Winda

"Keep what do you want? You mind this fifty thousand living money, how little money is this? Why don't you talk about me? You have a stash and you're in touch, right? Why don't you divorce me and live happily with that woman? Are you tired of this kind of behavior? This is a small thing, what else do I get bad treatment from my own husband and mother-in-law? Try answering! Who should be embalmed, fed up, bored, me or you?" I asked by looking intensely at the eyes of men who had given me pseudo happiness.

"Why go anywhere in your discussion? Why are you a duitan eye? Less you I give fifty thousand?"  He answered me with a ridiculous question.

"Clearly lah. Two hundred thousand dollars a month is nothing compared to your income of fifteen million a month."

Mas Anang looked very surprised, I saw him who subconsciously slightly opened his eyes wide. He also had trouble swallowing his own saliva, maybe his throat was also choked with my words, so he did not take out any shoes.

"Why? Shocked? Confused where I know?" manya mock.

Mas Anang was silent.

"Let's answer! Now what can you be proud of in trying? Your mother always said that I should be grateful to have you, to have a mother-in-law like her. Now answer my simple question, which side should I be grateful for? What things should I be grateful for? If I just turn the brain, still donates energy to meet daily needs. While the man who claimed to be my husband has an income that is not small. Is it possible that the money has not only run away to mom? In the woman****** that too?" I still mocked by bringing my head closer to the face of Mas Anang.

"Please have a word, Ayu. Your actions have gone too far, how dare you randomize my privacy."

"Privacy? Which was? The savings book is your privacy? Why keep the privacy of your own partner? You've been without a thread in front of me, your tongue has played in my mouth. What else do you consider privacy?" ask me with a little high tone.

"It's hard to talk to a woman who doesn't know she's lucky like you, Ayu!" Mas Anang got up and left after saying that.

I rubbed a rough face. I can no longer think, how could I be stuck in this strange family. Almost seven years anyway, my God, I really don't know what sin I did until I could marry like him, it's wrong, insist anyway.

After I finished the ironing, I carried out my intentions. I went back to ruffling the room to look for a home certificate. Mom says I don't know myself, I'm still standing on her land right? All right, they're so mean to me, I can be like them.

After a while of searching, I took the letter and I kept it in a safe place. Someday I will prove to them that they are dealing with the wrong person. I'm silent and accept maki scorn does not mean I'm not hurt, it does not mean I give up my pride in being oppressed, no. I was just waiting for the right time to act, that's all.

As I was leaving the room, I heard the sound of a mobile phone shaking. I'm sure it's not mine, because my phone never wears vibrate mode. I followed the source of the voice and my steps stopped in bed.

Apparently hape mas Anang left behind. I grabbed it, and the name 'My sister' was on the screen. I just realized, it turns out I was so stupid to give her a hundred percent trust.

I shifted the green button to receive the call sign. I brought the phone to my ear without making a sound.

"Darling, pick me up at your break. Shakila is immunization time." The woman named Winda spoke without further ado.

Shakila's? Immunizations? Whatdoes thatmean? Who's Shakila? When immunization is time, why? Why did he have to tell Mas Anang, why did Anang have to deliver? My mind, is this woman the mistress of Mas Anang? Women married? My God, my husband's life is full of puzzles, well I'll find out for myself.

"Hem." That's all I can do, there's no way I can talk. I cut off the phone after that.

I switched to the green app for the phone. Ah shit, it turns out that Mas Anang locked it with a pattern. I don't want to give up, still trying with the origin of drawing a pattern that if it can open the application.

Unable to open the application, the door rattles open. I looked back, it was Mas Anang who came, maybe he realized that his phone was left behind. His eyes were immediately fixed on my right hand which held an object that might have many secrets in it as well.

Mas Anang then walked quickly and took his hape roughly. His face was red. Since our household relationship is not okay, Mas Anang slightly showed his angry face, even though it was just a trivial thing.

"The longer you get sassy huh, why do you check hape me?" ask her with a annoyed tone.

"Why? I just hold the loh earlier, I just want to change the bed sheet, that's why the hapenya I hold the point of wanting me to move. I don't scoff at your hape. Is there a secret you're keeping?" manyaku.

Mas Anang did not answer. It was so obvious he was confused as to what to answer. I wonder actually with this man, he is still in touch with the other woman behind me. But he won't be separated from me. What is he really planning?

"No, that's not what it means. I'm..."

"That's enough. It would be nice if we are not together anymore, mas. Our relationship is unhealthy. There's no benefit in continuing."

"No need to be sober and separate. You will not be able to take care of three children alone. Where are you going home? You no longer have anyone. So please, ayu, don't act."

"You've changed."

"I never change, Ayu. I'm like this because of you too. It's true, my mother said, you're not good at being grateful. There are still many women out there who suffer more than you. The one who bounces alone without complaining, but look at yourself. You still have a living, you are not rained, not overheated, but you have absolutely no thank God, still complaining and protesting." Confidently, Anang spoke out in front of me.

"Not good at being grateful you said? It is only natural that if I complain, you give fifty thousand per week. While the kitchen needs a lot, we have three children. Where'd you....."

"Why does that keep what you're talking about? You know I'm going to Fadil's college too, right? I also pay for my mother's living expenses."

"Yes, you just live with them. I'll take the kids away from here, it's no use if I'm here, but it's not appreciated."

I walked towards the door without hearing an answer from Mas Anang. However, what came out of his mouth successfully stopped my steps.

"How dare you take the children out one step outside the house. I'll make sure you can't hug them anymore."