The Curse of Love
Part 1 is worse
I took a heavy breath. I stared at my three fallen asleep children. I spread my eyes around my rented house.
This house used to feel warm. Although only based on wooden floors, sometimes if it rains heavily, we have to hold many basins because we can be sure one house is leaking. But our family laughed happily
I'm blowing my breath. I laid my body tired today.
"Oh my God." I tried to recall what happened to my family. I don't feel like the details are flowing without me noticing.
It's not hard work that I have to do every day right now that makes me sad, but I'm thinking about the fate of my three children.
Still vividly imagined in my memory the events of a month ago, suddenly my husband was talking digress, laughing, smiling and suddenly crying himself.
I thought he was joking because he went to work this morning and didn't show any symptoms. She went as usual, kissing my forehead and kissing her three children who were still fast asleep.
"Sir.was drinking his warm tea!" I put down a cup of tea while cleaning his work boots.
He didn't answer, nor did he look at me. His eyes were blank one way I didn't know.
"kok home with a friend sir?" not usually..."
"Is Father sick? Still at 12, usually go home at 2. Not to mention waiting for angkot twice to get home."
He was silent.The coworker who drove him home earlier did not say anything but say hello and then returned to work again.
My husband works as a cleaning service in a company that is not so big with a salary that is not much, too, but I got around the economic condition of our family by being a red brick printing laborer near my rented house.
My son Dina the eldest is still 8 years old, already 3rd grade in elementary school. Juned was 5, and the youngest Syifa was only 2.
Because I work close to home, so I can keep an eye on Juned and Syifa if Dina is going to school.
Not that I don't want to find a better job, but who do I want to leave my kids to? We only live five here. My mother died when I was pregnant with Dina. Even my father-in-law lives only with my father-in-law. My mother-in-law is also dead. They also live far away from us. You could say me and Sofwan wander into this city.
Only this menial work can I do to keep our kitchen smoke in check. Even though it felt like my whole body was crumbling, but I did it all with advertising for the sake of my husband and children.
"Sir..want *****..!"
I'm surprised Syifa woke up from her sleep. My youngest son is not yet clean.
I breastfeed Syifa who is either still there or not asi me while patting her ass so she goes back to sleep.
I turned my eyes to Juned. Her black skin was sunburned, with her hair reddish from playing too much under the sun.
"Sir.bapak.....!"
Dina called her father. My eldest son has been close to his father ever since I gave birth to Juned.
He woke up crying and calling his father.
"Sir..why haven't you been home for so long? Mama said you're only gone for a minute."
I tried to hold back my tears. I must be strong I do not want to cry and show my fragility in front of my children.
"O Allah.yes Rabb.." My heart cried out bitterly.
"Dina darling.." I'll go to the medicine so that you'll recover...Dina want to see you heal?"
Dina stopped her crying and nodded her head.
"Yes mak...Dina wants the father healed, Dina embarrassed because the other day the father took the sister riding the wagon with naked came to Dina school."
I grimaced at the words of my son. Indeed, a few days ago before he was taken to a mental hospital, he had brought his sisters Dina on a cart with a naked. Before then he rampaged hysterically roaring in front of Dina's school.
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I don't know what the cause is. Either because of our economic hardship or something else is stressful.
Indeed, my husband was born from a family that is classified as capable, which without having to bother to think about this and it is all-round.
Unlike me who was born from an ordinary family. For me, hard work since long ago is no longer a problem, I have been too independent.
Or maybe I'm the one who doesn't realize there's an abnormality in my husband. Because if he's angry his emotions can explode uncontrollably.
I was almost strangled at the time, when Dina along with her little friends stole a neighbor's mango and I who was ashamed scolded Dina.
Instead of resuscitating his son and advising, even I was strangled because I did not accept his son I was told.
Actually, it's not the only thing Sofwan ever did to me. My head was once grabbed and knocked against the wall, when it was slow to open the door when he came, because at that time Syifa was fussing.
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