RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 62

My family said Syafrie was as good as this eternal husband, but to me he was the dumbest man of the century. Or maybe I can't distinguish the meaning of the word stupid and patient. Even though I have stepped on - step on his pride he is silent and still be patient with my attitude. Caci maki and a satisfied clash I threw at the mother's daughter-in-law. But then again, he remained silent not serving me. I am tired myself.

Since the incident in the hut near the rice field, I admit Syafrie is much quieter than usual. However, my attitude towards Syafrie has never changed. Every day from the moment I opened my eyes, to the point of closing back, I always stuffed Syafrie with hardships. From physical insults to physical disturbances all Syafrie received, but all that he never ignored. It pissed me off because I was talking to a statue.

My family..? Don't ask. They must have defended their beloved daughter-in-law. Mama has repeatedly rebuked me with a subtle reprimand, advising me well - both so that I do not become an ungodly wife, but the basis of my aglek brain, he said, I always assumed that my mother and family had always defended Syafrie, the family's favorite daughter-in-law.

Finding that, I didn't realize it was becoming - so. It's because I feel like my family is favoritizing Syafrie. I'm the one whose son feels like a daughter-in-law. Sump..... Syafrie has always managed to ignite the flames of my hatred.

If my relationship with Syafrie is like Fire and oil, then with Fadil everything is inversely proportional. Me and Fadil are getting warm and friendly. I gave all my love and attention to the baby sister in my stomach.

I spend a lot of time with my son. Eating out together, helping her with her schoolwork. Pick up and pick up Fadil at school. In fact, all Fadil needs, I now take care and take over. We also slept together.

I'm trying to be a good mother. I did everything for my son. Seeing all that, everyone in the house now smiled at the closeness of this mother and child.

If in the beginning - early back to this village after breaking up with Mas Haris, I often cried thinking about my fate. Lamenting my misfortune. Unemployed, pregnant, returning to be the wife of a husband who once betrayed, my mother and family who were kind and did not support me, and far from my own son. Whoever it is, I'm sure I can't accept that fact and it could be depression.

But apparently I was wrong. The thing that I thought would hurt me was now a fun pastime and make me happy.

I like it when I see Syafrie depressed while massaging my chest to get treatment from me. I also like to see Kak Mansyah who can only be upset and shake her head - shake her head to see Syafrie who actually defends me when it is real - I have been evil to him.

But what I like most is the presence of my son Fadil. I love it when he is with me. Talking about Fadil makes me flowery. I love it when my son hugs me, kisses me, has a powerful attitude toward me, whines, everything I like. He also likes to sulk. Exactly like his Father. A duplicate of Syafrie.

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Today I took my son Fadil on the road in Syafrie's car. After picking up my son in Syafrie's car, we didn't go straight home, but to Saniah's house.

Actually, when I picked him up, my son wasn't done studying. On the grounds that there was a family need, I asked Fadil's teacher for permission to pick Fadil up early. Huh. I am a bad mother. Can - usually I teach my son to lie to teachers and skip school just to be able to walk to the Mall.

Yes, after Fadil school I went to Saniah's house. Then driving Syafrie's car, the three of us went to Bontang. I invited my son to have fun by going shopping to Ramayana Plaza in Bontang.

At dawn, Syafrie put a savings book and money on my bed. He said my pocket money. Amount good. Ten million rupiah. Uhh.... Syafrie is a jerk. I feel slapped by what he's doing. I raped her, but why did she pay me. I should've slapped him in the face with my money. But where do I have that kind of money. I'm just unemployed now.

" Mamah..didn't you get angry if Fadil skipped school and went along the same path? " My son held my arm with a worried and regretful look.

" No, just calm down. Dad's not mad. Mamah has said, kok." I said while looking at him. I rubbed his head with my darling. Hah.mana dare your father angry - angry same mamah. He could be finished, I said in my heart.

" But we go home once a night, Mah." said Fadil, who is now increasingly worried. There was anxiety in his eyes when he imagined the wrath of the Father who would soon receive.

" Loh, not yesterday - yesterday Fadil asked mamah to take care of Fadil. So. Dad can rest. Well..today we have fun. Don't spoil our pleasure with no mind - no. Come on. bring your groceries in. Fadil is strong, isn't it..? "

The boy nodded happily as he picked up a pile of new clothes and shoes, books and school supplies as well as toys that I bought while shopping in Ramayana earlier.

I growled when I saw my son's clothes. That - that's all her clothes and no fashion - was fashionable at all. You stingy Syafrie. In fact, according to Saniah, Syafrie's salary is very large. Compared to my pay slip, Syafrie's got a lot of money. Back then, I could only smile wryly at Syafrie's financial information from Saniah.

According to Saniah, Syafrie was not stingy, but she thought about her son's future. Instead of what - what, handsome man Likes Grace it does not think fashionable - fashionable, enough can be used to cover the body alone is enough. According to Saniah, it was me. Because all this time I was the one who gave less female touch to my two handsome men.

I giggled at my best friend's insults. I can't stop thinking, he could - he usually blames me for the notes bene his own best friend for the disfigurement of the two men in my small family.

And today, I spent Syafrie's money to buy my handsome son new clothes and new shoes. Let him come, who told me to let my son dress like a rascal. I spent my money on foya - foya shopping in Ramayana.

Actually, we couldn't have gone home too late. But I'm just a wife who doesn't have morals. Not satisfied if you do not make Syafrie hang by thinking about us. Hahaha. All this time I was very upset with his patient attitude. So, I deliberately made that guy a little angry at me. I even expected Syafrie to be angry - angry, yelling at me, even if it was necessary to hit me in front of my family. So my family's judgment that Syafrie is a wingless angel will fade. Minimal reduced a little. But basic Syafrie, where ever he did all the things as I had in mind.

For that reason I also invited my son to skip school. The goal is only one, so that Syafrie becomes upset and scolds me. I spent hours at Saniah's house gossiping and teasing late into the night. Next night I went home. Lucky for me, because playing at Saniah's house until late at night I was finally able to meet her wicked husband Saniah. Jubair and Syafrie are like two couples that are very suitable if paired. Both like to hurt women's feelings and are equally shameless.

If it wasn't for Saniah, I'd want to berate that selfless man with my thousands of vocabulary words. It's already itchy my mouth wants to spit out the whisper. However, it's not Saniah's name if he can't calm me down.

" mom.. Mah. It seems like dad has come home. That's motor. How , Mah. Fadil's scared." point him at the coconut tree in front of your house. I followed the boy's direction. A red Honda CBR is parked there. As long as I'm back in this village, I don't think I've ever seen that bike.

" Aright, that's dad's bike? " tanyaku. Fadil. I gawk....

This morning, when Syafrie took a shower, I slipped - the creep ransacked his pants and took the keys to the man's car and cell phone, and kept them. I did so out of annoyance and heartache with Syafrie who had been silent - quietly putting money and savings books on my bed. I feel insulted by all of that. Instead of me having abused her by screwing her first but in fact she paid me. I should have done that.

" So your dad has a big bike..? " my eyes glared in disbelief.

" Yes, Mah. It's a father's. It's just often used with Dhani."

Huh, you Crocodile! Why would he buy a big bike like that if not to hook girls. Saniah said that many women are crazy about Syafrie.

You Ground Crocodile!!

" Being able to buy a big motorbike means a lot of money, dong." I said curious.

Fadil looked at me in wonder. " Why do you ask like that? It's not that my father's savings book has given to mama. So you can see for yourself in the savings book what the amount of father's savings." he said again.

I'm speechless. Yeah, too, anyway. I did receive a passbook from Syafrie as well as money. After a while ago I had the chance to return her ATM that she gave me. But, prestige, cing. Want to be on my face. Same person. It's her turn to money.. Oops. I wouldn't say it like that.

Anyway, how could I use Syafrie money. Actually, when shopping earlier, I used my own money that I got from the rest of my savings during work first. So. I deliberately did not use the money that Syafrie gave because I intended to return the money along with his savings book.

" Hmm, okay.. We go inside, yuk! " take me to Fadil.

The night is getting late. I took Fadil out of the car. I put my face to the sky. There were black clouds in the sky. Also the point - the point of water that fell on my arm. It seems like it will soon rain.

After closing and locking the car door, I took the grocery bag out of Fadil's hand.

" Here, ma'am help bawain. Fadil can, can you? " tanyaku.

" Can, mah." she replied.

" Pleased, no? " many more.

" Yes, mah. Fadil is very happy." replied the boy while hugging my waist.

" Thank you, Mah. But. Dad's not mad, is he? " he asked with a worried expression.

" No, baby. Aman. "my answer.

" But, mah. Fadil feels guilty for skipping school" my son said. Jeez. He still feels guilty for skipping school.

" Later Mama will talk the same and apologize to me." I pacified the boy.

" It's already half one." Someone talking when we just set foot on the porch of the house made us very surprised. Highlight the sharp eyes of the owner of those dark eyes looked at me deeply, making my gibberish.

But I might want to show my weak side. I am Asthma. No. I cannot be weak. I should look more fierce than Syafrie.

" Fadil, it's night, baby. Come in and sleep in the room. I'd like to talk to you for a second."

Fadil nodded then walked into the room obediently. I walked with Syafrie. " What? " my question while putting on a fierce face. " You want to get angry? Wanna mukul? Here's. please. But are you not wrong. If you want to be angry and want KDRT not in front of Fadil." Well. I started attacking Syafrie first. Let it be, I can't lose.... Butwhat?

" what?? " ask the man a smile - a smile while looking at me. I wonder at myself. I guess he'll scold me for taking Fadil out of school and home late at night.