The Mother-in-Law and Ditalak Husband While Pregnant with Fifth Child
Chapter 10 The new day

after preparing all the needs of the children

I took a shower and prepared to take them to school

"What's done, son!!? let's have breakfast and take your sisters "my love to my firstborn

"iya ma, this again help adek "answer my son

this is how we are every day while still living in my former-in-law's house, my kids are used to taking care of themselves and helping each other while I'm busy taking care of this and that's because I take care of everything alone so I don't have time to take care of my kids

grateful my children are not spoiled and understand that their mother is very busy, my eldest son is also very helpful because he can manage his sisters

akhc!!! if you remember all that my heart feels very sick, devoted to fifteen years trying to be a good wife and daughter-in-law turned out to only be considered as a maid

but I promise to show them that this launderer can educate my children and make them happy without interference from Bara

and I will make Bara regret having wasted his flesh and blood

"ma, we're ready" said my eldest son, throwing my daydream

"oh yes baby, you have breakfast first you are late" I said

"why is mom crying !!?"ask Ali

"no baby, my mom is not crying

let's have breakfast soon mama will take you "I replied while wiping the corner of my eyes that turned watery

"cook mama's face pale" said akza

"oh really baby, maybe mama is just tired dear later brought a break must have been better, don't worry yes dear" said I stroked the head of my eldest son

"mama didn't have breakfast !!? "ask akza again

"later baby, after you get home you're afraid you're late"my answer reasoned that the fried rice I made was only enough for the four of them because the rice I had bought yesterday was exhausted and the plan after returning from delivering my children would shop for kitchen and home needs in the market

"Let's let's go we're done "talking my kids and when they turn to the dinner shirt they've cleared it all up

"ayo dear, we start a new life with "I replied with my sweetest smile

"iya ma" they replied in unison returning my smile

my heart warms to see the smiles of my four hearts

though I know there are wounds that face them

there was a sense of disappointment that they had kept for his father

"honey, pamit used to be the same uti and akung next to them again clean-up"I said to my children when I saw Bude yana sweeping in the yard of their house while Pakde rojak was also there no matter what he did

my children also walked towards the middle-aged pair to say goodbye

I saw Bude Yana and Mr. Rojak stroking my children's heads fondly as they kissed the backs of their hands,such a thing was never done by their grandmothers and grandparents because when they were going to say goodbye they were already in their rooms and my children would never want to go into their rooms just saying goodbye because they are afraid of being yelled at and angered by their omens

mas Bara also never stroked his son's head when saying goodbye because it was always busy with his cellphone

I don't feel like these clear droplets are coming out without permission

soon I rubbed my wet cheeks for not wanting my children to see it

I engrave my sweet smile on them as they approach me

I took my kids to school as usual

"all ready !!?"much

"ready ma" they answered simultaneously

"then let's let's go "my words

"let's go "pronounce them too then we chuckle together

"dada nak be careful ya" said bude yana to return the wave of my children's hands, Pakde also did the same thing

I just smiled at them

"ma, good boy" said Abi who was in front of me when the motorbike I was driving drove slowly

because I'm afraid to take the bike at high speed because my kids are sitting crammed behind me

lucky they are skinny so motorcycle seats fit for the three of them

while the sibungsu sat half crouching in front of me

"It's good" I answered

"iya ma but I'm different from opa" he said again

"why, dear "quote

"the master gave us some pocket money !!! here !!!"said my son then showed me purple money

"yes ma, so mama don't have to send us any more pocket money huh" said my oldest

"yes baby, thank you for understanding mama" I was moved because I had been giving them pocket money every day,the remaining spending money every day I set aside for the daily needs of my children because mas Bara only gives monthly shopping money and grateful that my mother-in-law never cooked it so I can also set aside a little for my kids

the money given by Narendra my sister-in-law I can save in case there is an urgent need for children at school

sometimes also papi-in-law often give me money without the knowledge of the mother-in-law that all I save

"iya ma both "said them

"but you have to promise to always be healthy, we don't want you to be sick because we don't have anyone but you" my second son sounded hoarse

"yes dear mama promise, and you also have to promise diligent learning so that later you can succeed "i replied

"yes we promise, will learn to mean "say Attar again

"nah now adek and aa' has arrived, don't be naughty yes baby wait for your mama to pick up "my words to my two sons who are standing next to my bike and thrust his hand to Salim

"yes ma, we go in first ma" Attar

"mama be careful ya walk" abi assalamualaikum "Abi and Attar

"waalaikumsalam "answer us

"yes dear,dada adek.dada aa' "well, I wave.

after they walked into the school grounds with my arms around me and my two sons continued on their way to school

not a few minutes later we arrived

"we went in ma, assalamualaikum" said my two sons kissing the back of my hand

"waalaikumsalam "my answer

now I drive a motorbike to the market where I used to shop at the home of mama mas Bara

after shopping for some basic daily necessities, I went home

I do not stock up on perishable and perishable ingredients like vegetables and fish I just buy to run out in the process in a day because in my rented house there is no refrigerator

I also bought a shelf of eggs and some snacks for my children

when I was at home I made my own snacks for my children because my mother would be angry if I saw me buy snacks for my children he said I was wasteful waste of her child's money

if I recall that all my tears come out soaking my cheeks, my heart feels squeezed

"o Allah, help me to forget them all, give me the strength to welcome a new day with my children "my prayer in my heart