The Regrets of the Child and Husband
PAS 1

"Aliyah .." cried Amar, Aliyah's husband.

"Yes, a minute" said Aliyah from the kitchen. He was cooking breakfast for his family.

"Aliyah, which blue shirt is my shirt? Come quickly! Lelet was so a person, " cried Amar again from his room.

Aliyah who was frying chicken was immediately shrink the stove fire so as not to burn. With long steps, Aliyah walked towards her room and her husband.

"What's up, Mom?" aliyah replied with a breath of silence. His palm wiped the sweat that poured because since waking up earlier he had not had time to rest.

"What's wrong? The budek ear. Where's my blue shirt? Quick search!" sentak Amar ketus's.

Aliyah also rushed to open the closet and look for the clothes in question.

"Why not wear a shirt that I prepared anyway, Mas? Instead of bothering to look for a kayak gini," said Aliyah while looking for a blue shirt that Amar meant.

"Not much protest. Just do what I tell you to do" said Amar. Aliyah could only sigh deeply. I don't know why the more days her husband's attitude is getting tighter and rougher on her.

"Mother ... mother, why is Nana's white uniform not an iron mother anyway? Lechek gini," cried Nana, Aliyah and Amar's first child.

"Emang your mother is a slacker. Even though all day at home, but his work is still no one. I don't know what your mother did. Must be busy huddling in the neighboring house or not sleeping just," said Amar to corner Aliyah.

"Astaghfirullah Mas, where I once huddled in the neighboring house let alone sleeping. Boro-boro wants to sleep, just want to lie down, there is a Gaffi behavior with Amri," replied Aliyah as it is. Gaffi and Amri were the second and third children of Aliyah and Amar. Gaffi is 5 years old, while Amri is only 2.

Amar did not like it when Aliyah answered her words.

"You are fighting more and more! Okay, don't lie. If you do not feel the same sleep, why your job is not right? Just keep busy. Only at home does it work. Where the appearance of more and more kucel, kumel, and dekil. So women really do not becus very," Amar's tirade at length. Aliyah could only take a stand in her heart, asking for strength and patience in the face of her husband's increasingly arbitrary attitude towards her.

Just now Aliyah was about to open her mouth against Amar's words, but the voice of the elder interrupted her.

"Mom, I want this school. Strikain now," exclaimed Nana while throwing her school uniform at Aliyah who was caught by Aliyah.

"Nana, you're already a big boy. I can iron it myself. Mom is busy. Want to make breakfast," said Aliyah while giving the school uniform again to Nana.

"No. Nana can't. If mother is not ironic, Nana does not want to go to school," ketus Nana while throwing back her clothes to the mother. Then he immediately turned his body and left on a jolted path.

"Nana, I have a lot of work to do ... "

"A iron for a minute why? If the irony gets Nana's hand how, huh?"

"But Mas, I ... " Suddenly the two men smelled a bad smell. "Astaghfirullah, I almost forgot. I was frying chicken for Gaffi and Amri" Aliyah screeched as she ran towards the kitchen.

Aliyah could only sigh violently when she saw that her fried chicken was already burnt. Aliyah nibbled her temple which had been feeling dizzy since then, but she was resistant.

"You are, fried chicken is not good," said Amar again. Aliyah wanted to refute him, but Aliyah swallowed the desire. She decided to make coffee for her husband.

"Mom, chicken goyeng Affi ana?" asked Gaffi who despite his age of 5 years, but could not speak clearly.

"Awhile, son. I made my father's coffee first," Aliyah said as she poured hot water into the coffee cup.

"Mother, Nana's clothes are ironed yet?" nana shouted from inside the room.

"Bu .. huaaa .. " suddenly the youngest Amri screamed from the direction of the living room. The shout now turned into a roar of tears that made Aliyah worry something happened to Amri. Aliyah immediately put down the coffee for Amar and ran over in a hurry to see what happened to the youngest.

"Astaghfirullah, Amri are you okay, son?" ask Aliyah worried. He immediately grabbed Amri into his carrier to calm him down.

"Mom, Ma'am, Ma'am, huaaa .. "Amri's crying became more and more.

"Gosh, when is this house going to calm down anyway? You can be a mom, right? Nenangin Amri cannot. Noisy knows. Make a headache," jolted Amar with bulging eyes.

"Momuu, my clothes why haven't they been ironed?" nagging Nana with a pouting face.

"Nana, I told you, iron yourself first. You help keep your sister won't, how can mom iron your clothes? Make breakfast, mother is not finished," said Aliyah continued to try to resist her frustration. If she was angry with Nana, her husband would be even more angry.

"Eat him, so the mother was the one who was the one. Urus child is not becus, cook not becus, take care of the house is not becus, so you usually what, huh?" sentak Amar with his fierce face.

Byrrs ...

"You want to make my tongue burn, huh? Intentionally you, huh?" jolt Amar again because the coffee he drank was still very hot.

"The coffee was just made, Mas, it's natural still hot."

"Jawab continue!" delik Amar is upset.

"I'm just talking what I am, Mom."

"Where's the breakfast, Aliyah?"

"Mom, Affi hayu mam," called Gaffi hungry.

"For a while Mas, I have not finished cooking," replied Aliyah while trying to sit Amri in the chair, but Amri did not want to. He continued to slip around Aliyah's neck without letting go. "So soon, Gaffi. Adek still wants to ask for a sling. Dek, play with Brother Gaffi first, want ya!"

"Ndak" cried Amri while shaking his head. "You'll mbu."

"Aaakh, what is this mother? Dah ah, I do not want to go to school," ketus Nana was upset because Aliyah never chose her clothes. Then she turned her body away from her mother.

"Nana, your clothes are not too tangled, wear it again. No need for every want to be used must be ironed first," cried Aliyah, but not digubris first child.

"Aliyah, you've been doing it for a long time! I'm gonna be late for this office!" amar shouted while playing his phone at the dining table.

"Yes, Mas. Wait a minute," said Aliyah as she walked hurriedly to the kitchen. "Mas, Amar doesn't want to be taken down. Mas carry Amar for a moment, so I can continue cooking," said Aliyah hoping Amar would hold Amar for a moment.

Instead of reaching out his hand to greet the child, Amar was upset.

"You know I'm dressed, you ask me to carry Amar? My clothes may be tangled, don't know!" jolt Amar without feeling.

Aliyah's chest was throbbing pain, even her husband loved her clothes more than his son. Though what's wrong with holding her child for a while, but her husband actually prefers to play his phone.

This is the story of Aliyah, a wife and mother who continues to fight for her husband and children, but unfortunately her struggle is never considered.

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