The Revenge of an Insulted Wife
The POV Halwa 2

After negotiating with my mother, I began to prepare myself, it turned out that many neighbors around wanted to use my energy, without having to think I agreed, on the condition that I allow Hasna I bring, he said, and also reassuring if Hasna will be a henchman and not interfere with my work later, Alhamdulillah all agree, and not a few who show pity, aaah I do not want to be too dizzy, aaah, I must rise from this affliction, no one will devote himself to those who do not appreciate us, it is the same as maintaining ignorance.

I began to live my new routine, and although tired of this body, but when receiving a small wage, the fatigue was gone and changed the clover to continue to collect rupiah little by little, but when I received a little, and happy when the amount of money needed is almost fulfilled, Alhamdulillah soon, I will list to be a reseller, bismillah may Allah ease this path.

today I was rubbing at his house Mother Ida, a neighbor who almost never seen out of the house, Mother Ida her husband works as a PNS, is young and does not have a baby, he said, the person is kind and very soft in speaking, when I again focus on ironing clothes in the basket, with pleasure mba Ida helps keep hasna, it seems that Ida has missed the presence of a child, naturally, just like that, mba Ida's marriage has been almost four years, but has not yet got a baby.

" mba Halwa, I salute you equally mba, even though Yudha is an office worker, but mba Halwa still wants to work hard like this." mba Ida arrived there beside me, sitting in a wooden chair not far from where I ironed his clothes, I just smiled holding a sense of heart that felt sliced, had an established husband does not mean I will also live well, established, it's exactly what I experienced instead, being a free helper in my husband's family home, with ten thousand dollars a day, no?.

mba Ida was still looking at me fixedly, as if there was something to say but like not feeling good or confused how to convey it.

" why mba? don't look at me so, fear mba will fall in love with me!." I try to melt the atmosphere, who knows Mother Ida so ungraceful if it is true to say something.

"aah mba Halwa could, mmmmm I was just thinking, but want it directly the same mbak Halwa kok dongkan, fear it will offend mbak Halwa." mba Ida smiled thinly, mbak Halwa, aah beautiful, it is beautiful from how to care for it, as long as there is money that is dull and ugly will turn clear and kinclong.

" just ask mbak, insya Alloh I do not papa, do not need to hesitate."

" i often hear from my mother when shopping for vegetables in Mamang, if mbak Halwa is always treated badly with her family mas Yudha, is it true so mbak? sorry if I was impressed to know, if it's true why mba silent, just as mbak already hurt myself mbak." mba Ida looked at me with a look of pity, the look of her eyes were very reassuring, did I just tell you all this tightness, so that the feeling that always presses the chest a little less.

" yes, ma'am, but how I fight, while I have no one else, life in this world is just a piece of kara, if I was driven from home, what is the fate of Hasna, if I was driven away from home, I could not bear to bring Hasna to life stranded in the streets." not feeling these tears immediately shed, somehow I was easily crying when remembering the treatment of Yudha and her family.

as Ida took a deep breath, I could see through her eyes, there was pity on me.

" mba Halwa wants to be my kayak writer? if I want later I teach until I can, and the results are also good, how, mba Halwa want?"

" the mba writer? I just graduated SMK, and do not have a laptop, it seems impossible to mbak, if mba Ida is a scholar and certainly the knowledge is much higher." how could Ida offer me as a writer like her, just imagine I did not dare, self-conscious if the ability is still far from there.

" how how to mba, I have to pay how much to be a kayak writer mba Ida? because honestly, I have no money." although reticent, I tried to talk honestly about my financial condition, because as far as I was concerned, so the writer was not easy and the pay was also expensive, that's what I know , '' I know , to be true, I don't really understand.

mba Ida actually smiled, and her hands began to fold her underwear that was in the basket that had been set aside, because Ida mba did not allow me to touch her, pamali said.

" not so anyway mbak, now the time is all easy, just enter in the application of authorship applications and register and follow the rules, we can already be a writer and get a salary, just enter the application authorship and register then follow the rules, if you do not have a laptop, you can also, no hassle anyway, later I teach you how, whenever mba Halwa there is time and interested, I am ready to help."

Time goes on, the money from the work of washing rub is enough even more for capital so Snack reseller is booming, Alhamdulillah.

and I also started writing in one of the applications thanks to the help of Ida who patiently and painstakingly taught me so that I could get three million rupiah for my first writing that I love my in-law title Nerakaku, the story I took from my own story, and of course by using the account of pseudonym, only me and mba ida who know the name of my pen in the Maya world.

Not feel the time continues to roll, my Snack online business is growing and earning a profit that can be said to be large in one month, even with my writing, every month always receives income that is not small, until finally I can buy land and build a fairly large grocery store in my opinion.

I began to experience changes in my life, could buy anything I wanted, sufficient and pleasing Hasna, my only child, and all that of course I did without the knowledge of Yudha and her family, and I also began to devise a plan to leave the house that only presented wounds and misery to me and my son.

thanks to the help of my best friend, I finally confidently came out of the house that for years made me a free maid, and as I suspected, mba Yeni and mother-in-law were confused with my departure, how not, all this time they only rely on me to fulfill his life, already living still a passenger energy to make clean, I just want to prove their words, he said, who always said that I would not dare to leave the house just because I had nothing and they always thought I was just a poor woman, but in fact they were the poor ones, the proof was that just a few days ago I left the house, they were already misty brothers looking for me.

Even I saw that Yudha also began to follow me, she was willing to come back and forth to the store to meet me and would have wanted to persuade me, but I always avoided and did not want to meet them, not afraid just that I've been lazy if I have to fight with him, make dizzy and more hurt, people never seem to be able to talk well, either, he said, and while waiting for the verdict from the court, it is better that I avoid it, it will make this heart more calm and serene.

I'm sure, after several failed attempts to meet me, Yudha will definitely use Hasna to lure me out of hiding, but I've prepared it all, with the help of martial and mba ida, Hasna has moved to a new school, the number one school in the city, and only certain people can meet and pick up Hasna, bela had already registered a name that was not allowed to meet or pick up Hasna at the principal, so I felt calm, because Hasna's new school was very awake and so strict, and so private, although for that I have to spend money that is not small, hopefully Alloh enable me to be able to give the best for the future of my little girl.

Life is really a test, just how we accept and respond to the test, and this is where the role of faith and piety we work, want to choose to fight or give up, and this is where our faith and piety work, willing to accept with iklas or even hate the destiny that exists, want to change better or even enter into error, all back to each self.