The Mistaken Son-in-law
CHAPTER 77

Pov (Dance)

     My name is Isabella, actually behind my name is my father's name Himawan but I do not use that name because I hate my real father so much because of his mistakes that I will never be able to forgive.

I'm an only child, when I was a kid, my family lived happily. My father was responsible and dear to his family, he worked as a project foreman. My mother was a gentle housewife. But all our happiness turned into suffering since my father got the project on the island of Java. At first we objected because this was the first time my father had gone away from us let alone that he would not be home for a long time,  but he persuaded us and insisted on handling the project because the income he would get was very large. He promised to buy us whatever we wanted and would take us on a plane vacation. I am very enthusiastic because I have never been on a plane, I also helped my father to persuade my mother.

Finally the mother was devastated and allowed the father to go to the island of Java his father always informed us and will go home soon after the project is completed. I accepted mother's request.

It is time for fathers and friends to go to the island of Java, they use ships. My mother and I escorted my father's departure, we both could not hold back our tears to let go of my father.

Since my father's departure, my mother has looked sad. I know you miss you so much, and so do I. Even though I was only six years old, I understood what my mother felt. A week later, I got a phone call from my dad. He told me that when he arrived on the island of Java, my mother and I were happy to get news from my father. The three of us missed each other, much we talked about. After a few conversations, he stopped the call because he was called by his boss.

Since I got the news from my father, my mother smiled again. He also always told us three times a week, he told me a lot about the atmosphere on the island of Java and promised to take me and my mother there. We live on the island of Borneo.

But a few months later the father began to rarely contact us, the money he sent was getting reduced in number. Every mother calls the father, he rarely raised it if the father always said that he was busy so the phone was turned off. Mother returned moody and began to get sick, because the money sent by the father was erratic and the amount is less to meet our needs. Mother had to sell cakes, not infrequently she became a laundry worker at a neighboring house. Our lives were really hard after that.

It did not feel like a year the father made a living on the opposite island and it has been nine months that the father had no news and sent money to us. Father's number could not be reached, the mother had asked the neighbors whose husband or family also went with the father to the island of Java but they seemed compact to silence and not want to give us information, he said, they even antagonize us. It occurred to my mother to invite me to follow my father to Java island but he was canceled because we did not address the father there, let alone we do not have money. Goods at home are already on sale for my school fees and for our daily needs.

Until the friends of the father had returned from the island of Java but the father did not come home, the mother asked them but they did not answer the question of the mother. But there was one friend of the father, Uncle Said, who said that the father would not go home, because the father was happy there. Uncle Said told us to forget the father and better start a new life without the father figure. My mother and I wept at her words, we couldn't believe you would leave us like that.

Mother did not believe Uncle Said's words and remained faithful waiting for the father to come back to us. Until one day I was surprised by the sound of greetings from outside, a voice that was very familiar to me. The voice I have longed for. I hurried to open the door, as I hugged the figure standing in front. I cried in his arms, and finally he came home.

I invited him to come in and immediately made him a drink. I went to the village chief's house to call the mother who was washing there. It wasn't long before I went home with my mom.

Just like me, my mother also immediately hugged my father while crying and so did her father. I'm so moved that my family is finally back together, me and my mom won't be living hard anymore. We don't have to work at home or in people's gardens to eat.

Mom asked for an explanation why for almost a year father had no news, father said he would explain later. I don't care what father's reason matters now that you're back.

Our family is happy again, my mother and I can eat well again. He brought home a lot of money, he took me and my mother to the streets and shopping in the city. I'm asking you for a promise that you'll take us on a vacation by plane. Dad said that if I had a new school holiday, you would keep your promise. He bought me a bicycle that I would use to go to school.

But a few weeks later when I came home from school, I was shocked to see the messy condition of the house. I ventured deeper to find the whereabouts of father and mother. It appears that the mother was sitting on the edge of the bed crying by covering her face with her hands, while the father prostrated himself in front of the mother. I'm confused about what happened.

Suddenly the mother stood up and pushed the father's body hard, the mother then hit the father's body. I just took a beating from my mother.

"Go from here, you son of a bitch. I'm not going to be your wife anymore". Shouted mom expel dad. I was waiting while holding my father's leg, but my mother kicked him.

Those who don't know what's going on can only cry. I tried to get close to them but my mother told me to stay still in my place.

"Father don't go, mommy please arrest me". Pinta while crying.

"Let her go Bella, from now on you have no father. You only have a mother". Shouted mom with bulging eyes, I could only see crying when dad left us again.

Since then I never saw my father again, my mother began to get sick again. Mother also instilled me to hate my father and never look for him.

Until finally my mother died of the disease she suffered, I also joined my mother's sister who lives on the island of Java. My aunt is a spinster, she doesn't want to ever get married because she left her future husband for another woman. One day when I was growing up, my aunt gave me a diary that told me about my father's rottenness on the island of Java he had an affair and the woman was pregnant with his father's child. You said khilaf and apologized to you but your heart was very sick because of your betrayal and could not forgive you. So my mother kicked my father out of the house. I don't know where you are, I hope he lives suffering and ma*ti in regret. I hate my father so much

After reading my mother's diary I became aware of the name of the woman who became the father's affair. I also found out her face through the photo that she had tucked in her diary. Mom found the photo in dad's briefcase, it was the photo that made me know about the father's affair. I smiled cynically at the photo which showed the father embracing the woman with affection. I swore I would find her and make her suffer the way my mother's late mother did.

Long story short I was looking for a job but unfortunately there was snatching my bag, but good luck still sided with me. A handsome man managed to get my bag back but the snatcher ran away. I was fascinated and fell in love with his good looks, but we had not yet met him he had hurried away. She was my first love.

Finally I got a job as an employee at a grocery store that was quite and crowded with visitors. Surely you can guess who the owner of the store where I work, yes the owner is Mas Ryan the man who later became my husband. I was after her from the beginning because I wanted to be a mistress, I was tired of living already. It is not difficult for me to conquer it, capitalized on my beautiful face, my good body and attention - the small attention I give him, he also subdued me. It didn't take long for him to propose to me and introduce me to his family.

I met his family, he told his family I was a rich kid but my parents died in an accident. Whatever she says about me to her family matters a little more I'll be the wife of a rich man. My aunt was happy and blessed with our relationship.

We were married very happily, but unfortunately my aunt could not attend because a month before Mas Ryan and I married her following my mother.

After marriage, Mas Arya brought me to the mansion she had prepared for our residence and certified the house in my name as proof of her love for me. My life is very happy to marry him, my two in-laws love me very much, especially my mother-in-law, yes I know she is so because I consider me a rich child but I do not care what matters is always being nice to me. Especially after I was declared pregnant, Mas Ryan and his in-laws pampered me even more.

Mas Ryan three brothers, one brother and one sister, but I just met his sister, Rani, while his younger brother, Arya, is rarely at home, when we got married, he was not present because he was out of town because of work.

One day Mas Ryan took me to his parents' house, to meet his newlyweds, his sister Arya and his wife. Yes he was married in his wife's village, at first I did not want to come because Maira was fussy but I was also curious about them.

When I saw my husband's sister, I was honestly very surprised because he was the man who helped me when I was snatched first. I didn't think she was my sister-in-law right now, I tried to cover up my surprise lest Mas Ryan be suspicious. I smiled cynically at the appearance of his wife named Aisyah, indeed she was beautiful but she was a village, very inappropriate with Arya.

But it seems like the lady was a bad carrier because it was only a few months they were married, Arya was fired from her job and my father-in-law passed away. My mother-in-law who didn't like her wife Arya from the beginning, of course, blamed her for Arya's sacking and her husband's death.

At Mas Ryan's persuasion, my mother-in-law invited Arya and Aisyah to live in her house. Aisyah was treated like a maid because she was poor, fortunately from the beginning Mas Ryan said that I am a rich child if my fate is not much different from Aisyah.

All this time I pretended to act to Aisyah and always defended her, in order to make a good impression in the eyes of her husband and of course to seek Aryan sympathy. Honestly, I haven't forgotten her because she was my first love. I am also sick of seeing Aisyah who is always resigned to being treated arbitrarily - mena by my mother-in-law and my sister-in-law Rani, it seems she deliberately did not fight in order to attract sympathy from Mas Ryan and Arya. The proof is that my husband always defended her, you stupid village woman. Disgusted I saw such a pretentious face.

But I couldn't accept it because Arya and Aisyah came out of my in-laws' house and lived independently, they were successful in building a business. I became envious of their success, especially to Aisyah the lady of the village.

Seriate.