The Dark World
For the Life Wife, too, is a Victim

...FOR THE SAKE OF THE WIFE OF LIFE ALSO BECAME A VICTIM...

...Author by: David Khanz...

"Let's work be a little bad, sir. All the way to work," said Minah one morning to see Iday, her husband, already getting ready in a work suit.

"Well, if I'm with you, I can be late for work, Mom," replied Iday choked. "Partially you're at work, it's eight. I'm at seven. Not to mention the travel time to the office is almost two hours. I have to be in at ten?"

Minah glared fiercely. "When do I why, sir? Don't ask for it every day. You also come home once a week. Can't what a day do to ask for a dispensation from the office?"

"Dispensated? You think I'm an important office official? Can you cut down on work time?" It's getting upset. "I'm ashamed, Mom. Every Monday comes late. Pake reason lies everything. You want to, I often lie to office people? Not ashamed of your husband being the subject of ugly office people? My workplace also has its own rules, ma'am."

"You're saying you don't understand, sir?" Minah insisted. "At least it's good if I'm with you, can save costs."

"Ongkos tibang five powder, Mom. Why is it a stick anyway?"

"I don't want to know anyway! You have to get me to work! Don't talk too much! Camek has given you! Selfish!"

Iday stroking chest. If this is the case, inevitably have to give up again. Sacrificing his time of work for his wife. The classic reason he often utters when he feels cornered is the sentence, 'Why don't you choose a self-employed anyway? Every day at home. Can get family together. So if I need to go anywhere, do not have to come out of charge. All this time I've been with the money as well, covering up family needs. Salary you give, just enough for a prayer, sir! I don't think that I'm dizzy every day with financial arrangements.'

Minah never wanted to understand. The job that is being played now, must fight hard to get it. Not to mention the age that has been considered unproductive for the size of field work. Self-employed? Capital from where? Once had a side job with selling pulses, Minah even mocked, "Hahaha. Sales pulse? The most fortunate is just the cerebu. I think I dong. Mlm Business. It could be tens of thousands, sir."

Minah never thought. When shopping for merchandise orders first, always delivered on Monday. Armed with an old and wasteful motorcycle. Fuel always relies on the contents of the male's pocket from the profits of the sale of its pulp. Minah does not want to know and does not want to know any reason, when asking for a transfer must be done. If not, it will bring up the ownership of the bike they have. "The motor is mine! Who bought me! Who paid me! All in my name!" But on the one hand, he never thought about the cost of care or annual taxes. If only you want to be reviewed again, to pay the motorcycle installment first is to rely on salary money from Iday. In fact, not infrequently, the capital of the male side business is used. Until then, they fell bankrupt.

This Monday, either reason or what else will be stated to the boss related to the delay in entering work. Iday could only harbor a rumble of anger within his chest. Passing on what he will get later.

Eight o'clock can only drive two-wheeled vehicles. Fast through the street wind. The travel time of two hours must be shortened so that arriving at the office later is not too late. Armed with a sense of annoyance and worry about getting a reprimand, Iday pulled the gas pedal as fast as possible. Until then, unwanted events split the day. The man had a fatal accident. His life was not helped by the condition of the vehicle shattered into pieces.

Now Minah can only be silent. Trying to accept the fate of being a widow with some small children. His mouth can no longer chatter sharply, because his loyal listeners have moved.

"Why didn't you come home, Mom?" ask the little guy one day.

Minah smiled. Can only smile. It was then turned into a laugh with endless aim knows no time.

Wassalaam

KEYNOTE :

Don't be overreacting. Trust in the effort being done by the husband, although it is still felt to be lacking. The wind is not just money. Press each ego, for the reasons stated are often the same, namely FOR THE SAKE OF FAMILY. In a household, there is no term of ownership of goods, except for the type of clothing. The property that exists is a common property (husband, wife, and child).

Covering the shortcomings of the pair with their respective advantages is the key to household defense. Avoid jumawa, so regret not to meet in the future.

Hopefully this life inspiration story has a positive side to learn. Take the lesson and be grateful for what is being lived.

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ARROGANT NEIGHBOR

Author by: David Khanz

Late in the afternoon, a large vehicle stopped in front of the house. Precisely empty dwelling former residence of my neighbor first. Curious, peeping through the glass window. 'Who, huh?' many confused. 'Is the new owner of the house?'

A moment later, several figures of men were busy unloading the cargo, then one by one carrying the items on the vehicle tub into the house. 'True, someone moved into the front house, ' I said back.

Still standing in front of the window, I noticed the furniture they were carrying. Pretty much. Including a wide and large sailing television set. Luxury and expensive electronics that I've been craving. 'Looks like my new neighbor's the guy. Hmmm ….'

Ah, I don't care. Not knowing at all. Whether they are good neighbors or not. Let it be, it's business later. Now, I have to get ready to move back. Because time has started to look dull.

The thing that I was hoping to get acquainted with and greet with the new neighbor, it still seemed far from the fire from the roast. They still live in the house. Well-being. That's for sure. Even until morning comes. In fact, I deliberately went in and out of the house to check the situation.

Until then, the roar of the engine roared, stomping me from the reverie. It must have come from their vehicle parked in front of the house. Sure enough, the gray man was busy fiddling with the interior of the car.

"Extm …." I'm mendeham. Trying to get his attention. Wishing he would look over, come over, and greet me. Then we too .. ah, even until this voice is hoarse, the man only turned his head once.

"Bah, eat first!" exclaimed the man's wife, appeared suddenly behind the fence of the house.

"Yes" said the Gray Hair and turned for a moment towards me. His wife also looked at me in wonder.

"What's up, Pah?"

"Ah, no. Yuk, we eat."

Huh! Not even a word says hello. Really arrogant of them. I have a car. While I'm just a poor single woman with a small house and looks shabby. Was I in their eyes?

I want to cry for a moment. Run into the house and cry alone there. About this heart. So long treated equally by the neighbors who once inhabited the house. Including them.

If my condition were not like this, it would probably be as honorable as those precious humans. Life is respected and appreciated. But how else? God has defined my destiny that way.

"Well, what's there?" One voice asked. Coming from outside, in front of my house. Must be Uban's wife. I immediately ran to the window. Peeping them.

Justright. The man was standing looking at my house.

"It's okay, Mah. Just look around."

Honestly, I really wanted to go to them. However, it was dreadful that these hearts would come back disappointed over their arrogance. Like earlier. Just ignored. Later, other ill-treatments were more severe. Several times passed me while outside, not saying words of forgiveness or reprimand. Proudly the husband couple waltzed freely without feeling guilty. Truly arrogant human!

Alrighty! Wait for my revenge later!

The time I am waiting for has arrived. Towards arriving at rest at night, the gray man and his wife were busy enjoying the natural air. Sitting together drinking tea while talking on the porch of the house.

I rushed outside. Means to hit them, to paint them, or if necessary to throw the neighboring house with gravel. Let everyone know that I too can be angry and wrathful.

As soon as the creaking of the gate I pushed, they simultaneously turned towards me with a shock bias on each other's faces. I don't give a shit. Keep moving closer to the couple.

"Bah!" yelled the woman. Then a loud scream came from her husband's mouth, "Yes, Lord!" The two neighbors ran into the house. Lock the door tightly and close the window curtain.

"Coward!" I still wasn't satisfied with cursing them. "Get out if you dare arrogant humans!"

There's no answer. The atmosphere was still as still as it was. Even until the next day. Until then I heard some noise outside. That neighbor.

"Today we also moved the contract, Pah. Mama's scared."

"Yes, Mah. The empty house in front of it had its inhabitants!"

Thankfully, they finally know me now without having to bother coming there to throw greet each other. For sure, this afternoon I will be able to sleep well until the afternoon. Running night activities as usual. "Chihinsi …."

...WASHALAAM...