Roses, Not Balsa
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Unlike usual Adi who came home this afternoon he came home early at this time, but he looks very upset because he arrived home but the house is empty.
His face looked annoyed he kept pacing back and forth in front of the house because he did not carry a spare key. The more tired it feels, he just keeps nagging himself.
Had Arsy been there he would have been the outlet of his anger.
"Where the hell is Arsy, it's noon this time but he hasn't come home yet. Argh!"
Instantly he ruffled his hair violently, he returned to the door and wanted to open it but still would not be able to because the door was locked by Arsy.
"Araghh! Damn it Arsy. Just be careful when he comes home." the threat he has given to Arsy even though his wife is not there.
"Why, Di. How come your face is so cute? Your wife left?" ask mom Kokom.
"Yes, Mom. I'm guessing Kokom knows where Arsy went?"
"Where you know, he will go erratically, can go to the rice field, can also creep find a friend ghibah. Unemployed women like her go where else?" answer Kokom so cynically.
Already upset in addition to the words of Kokom ma'am who was very not wearing. But, what if Arsy really went to a neighboring place just for ghibah only? Adi's mind is tainted with the words of Kokom ma'am now.
Adi knows the nature of Kokom but he still believes.
'Review if you go just for a hibah.' Adi's inner self is getting upset. Not only annoyed but anger has enveloped him.
"You are, Di Di. Find a wife who is not educated and unemployed like Arsy. Don't you love your money spent by a wife like Arsy?"
Kokom ma'am's words seemed so striking to Adi. He realized, never gave a living to Arsy that a penny of his salary. Adi just kept quiet, obviously he didn't want people to know what he was doing to his wife. He has wronged Arsy by not giving a living at all.
"You should find a wife like Irfan tuh, his wife is educated and can now go into the factory. Her salary was fixed and she obviously wouldn't spend her husband's money."
Ms. Kokom was so proud of her own son who had a wife that she thought was perfect.
"Even he likes to give pocket money to his in-laws on every payday, whether he's." Another imbibing.
"Well, that's great, my son-in-law Kokom. He always gives out pocket money once every month. If I can't give my in-laws some pocket money, I'm usually just meeting every need every day."
It was not only Kokom who turned his head but also Adi. They both saw Arsy who had just returned from the rice field by holding Laili who was asleep on his back and his hands carrying spinach that he picked from the rice field.
"That! Keep your manners! It's not good to talk like that to an older person." Adi scolded harshly.
The piece of sentence that Arsy said was immediately scolded harshly. He is angry because Arsy is speaking the truth, but Adi is only silent when others insult him.
Who is more precious in the eyes of Adi, his wife or someone else?
"Oh yes, Mom. Thank you for reminding me that always spend money husband, my husband is the best mom, he is very attentive to his wife to the point that the salary is all given to his wife."
Adi's eyes are getting bigger. His heart was hot with the actual word Arsy inversely proportional to reality. Not everything, not even a thousand Adi money ever reached the hands of Arsy.
"Arsy, comein!" sentak Adi's.
"You're too good, Di. Got a wife like that in the house." Bu Kokom is getting smitten.
Yes, there is nothing like Arsy that can survive even though it does not earn a living at all. Not getting a living but always in demand to meet the needs of the family and also always in demand to give the right to Adi. Really, Arsy's fate was terrible.
"Thanks!" The more explosive anger Adi. He should be happy and grateful because Arsy did not expose his ugliness, but in fact he was angry.
Arsy no longer answered, he immediately took the key in his pocket and rushed to open the door.
"Your fate, Di." Ms. Kokom was so smitten, she left immediately after Arsy entered. He was actually a little confused, Arsy has started talking.
Adi quickly enters, chasing after Arsy who has now entered the room to put Laili to sleep.
Adi kept quiet, waiting for Arsy impatiently. He also continued pacing back and forth with mounting anger.
"Here!" After Arsy managed to put Laili Adi to bed, he immediately pulled Arsy's arm, pulling him out of the room.
"What do you mean talk like that, you want everyone to know that your husband never gives you a living! Didn't I tell you, Arsy, I saved the money so we could buy a house."
It was either true or just an excuse, but that was all he had always made up an excuse.
"Don't you want us to have our own home, right?" ask Adi. His words always couldn't make Arsy believe.
He always tries to believe but it feels very difficult. His heart always had the thought that Adi always lied to him, but Arsy always closed that thought.
"Yes, Mas. Arsy wants it so badly, but until when! It's been six years, Mom. Mas always said that and Arsy never knew when it would be."
"Everyone berates Arsy, insults and always says that Arsy only spends your money and mother's money. Arsy can't do it anymore, Mommy."
"Wait a minute, Arsy. Soon our dreams will be realized." said Adi.
"It's hard for Arsy to believe in you, Mas. Arsy needs proof Mas, not promise." said Arsy so firmly.
The promises and promises Adi kept, he never showed any signs that he would prove it.
Arsy passed away from there, he was also tired from just coming home from the rice field. He needs a drink and a rest.
"What makes Arry like this? He was always silent but why now would he dare to answer?" adi's mumbling was so confused.
A woman will always be silent, but she will dare to speak when her patience begins to falter.
Indeed patience has no limits, but if it continues in such treatment who will be able to live it.
"Thanks!" Adi chased after Arsy he also immediately sat in the front seat of Arsy who was pouring tea into a glass.
"Drink, Mommy." he said. Although he was upset but Arsy love is willing to prepare Adi's needs, he knows it is his duty.
"Thank you" Adi replied.
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