The Revenge of an Insulted Wife
Numbness

At six o'clock in the afternoon I just got home from the store. Thank God today the store is quite rame, if every day like this continues, my savings balance will be more and more, I can immediately buy my own house, even though the house is simple. But at least I can escape from a demit family like them.

All this time, I let them always demean me, even treat me like a maid. If it wasn't for my daughter Hasna, I wouldn't have survived being oppressed by their families. But whatever my day, I who have no one, and do not have enough money, require myself to endure their pressure.

They only knew that I worked as a shopkeeper with a salary of nine hundred thousand per month, it was taken by the mother-in-law five hundred thousand, and the remaining four hundred were always asked to be forced by Yudha, if I don't give it for sure he will beat me up completely, ever until this body is full of bruises because of tantrums.

That's why, I've never been honest if actually the store where I work is my own store, I can build the store from the results of writing on several authorship platforms, he said, the results I got were more than enough and I never imagined before.

Every month, the balance always increases and I always hide my ATM in a safe place, let them think I'm a poor woman and bo**h to take advantage of. Less of a bit more, I have to be able and strong for the next few months, before I buy a house. I will sue Yuda first. There's been a lot of evidence of the KDRT that he did to me, and how he treated his own daughter Hasna, all the Vidio I've secured to be evidence to facilitate my lawsuit later. Besides temperamental, Mas Yuda is also very fond of cheating, I am silent instead of stupid, but just waiting for the time to detonate a bomb of destruction for them.

When this foot just set the porch of the house, the mother-in-law had already greeted me with her cynical attitude.

"Just come home? salary work is not how much, go home until night, do you deliberately make us all sick, because hungry huh?" My mother-in-law's voice welcomed me.

"The shop was rame Bu again, I know that the shop was still newly opened and the servant only had two people. So yes how, there is no way I go home, while my energy is still needed there. If I do not obey what the store owner said, do you want me fired? Then you don't get five hundred grand a month?"

Deliberately, I pressed the word five hundred thousand, to flick it. Let's think that it's taken what's not rightfully theirs.

"While the reason is you! the five hundred bills, let's just say you pay the rent in this house. It's good to be free, the electricity pays for the money, you know?" mom glares dislikes towards me.

"As for mom, I'm tired of taking a shower." Stupidly with the anger of my mother, my body already felt sticky and began to smell, it felt like I wanted to immediately meet with water to refresh the body that was tired due to berjibaku with all day work.

"eeeh! eeeh! where you going?

Poor people, want to act like tired all. You yes! The new job so the waiter just dagu." mbk Yeni gripped my arm tightly, until it felt painful, outrageous.

"Auuwww sick! let go of mbak." I grimaced in pain and tried to remove his grip from this arm.

"Judge just wants to leave. Quickly make us dinner, already there is chicken same tempe in the kitchen.we want to eat cropping. Don't forget to make the sauce super pedes. Duck up! I'm starving." His orders are like employers.

"Bak's starving, huh?

Have hands, right?

Have legs that can still walk?

don't blame me, if you're starving." I threw out my brother-in-law's hand in full force, making it almost toppled over, stupidly terrible.

"I used to be submissive, because I was still trying to appreciate you, but not for now and beyond. I'm not your free helper." I quickly walked into my daughter's room and locked her from the inside, the body that I wanted to immediately diguyur had to hold first, better take a break and eat the rice pack that I had bought outside. Two packs of fried rice for me and Hasna, let them starve, his own fault for not trying to cook.

While I was enjoying the fried rice with Hasna, the door was pounded from the outside, the mother-in-law's voice looked angry, but I did not care. Let them curse and curse me, it has become a daily menu for me.

Hasna was no longer surprised by this situation, she who grew up, increasingly understood how to behave. My girl has been able to behave and think mature faster than her age.

"Kenyang bund, nasi goreng pak Mamad is indeed the best of the past. thanks to you, bund, it is always good and dear to Hasna."

"That is the duty of the mother dear, you are the life of both mothers, the spirit of the mother. The jewel of her heart. Hasna must always remember your message, keep it secret. insyaallah soon mother will have a new home, we will move from here baby, we will start living a new life."

"Mothers will split up with papa?" There was a flash of sadness in both of my daughter's eyeballs.

"Hasna doesn't agree, son?" I asked with heart.

"Hasna always supports whatever the mother thinks is good, because Hasna knows, mother must have thought of all. Hasna also did not want to see the mother continue to be insulted by grandmother, budhe, and everyone in this house. Mommy deserves to be happy, and Hasna will always be there for you."

"Thank you dear. Sorry mother yes son, if mother is no longer able to survive."

"Hasna understands the position of mother, Hasna is an adult, Hasna quite understands this situation bund, so mother do not worry too much Hasna. Precisely Hasna worried that if the mother stays in this house, there will be more mother tormented."

"Yes baby, thank you son. Mother's son is a grown man." I hugged my daughter's body with a happy feeling, she's the only one I have, she's the only place to share, Hasna's a good and smart girl, and she's the only one I've got, not very talkative but very sensitive to anything, he was the one who always helped me, to gather all the evidence of this family's cruelty.

No more voices of mother-in-law and mbk Yeni, maybe they're tired of yelling, let it go. I don't want to care anymore.

If anyone asks where my husband is?

It must be the answer to overtime work, when he was in his place of affair, and will go home at midnight, every day always so, I don't know the jealousy is gone, as the pain is scratched every day, as the pain is, numbness is what I feel now, so that I do not care what he does outside there, after all there is still God, let his hands work, let it work, I believe there will always be a recompense in every action, as a servant I only trust HIM enough.

It seems I have to file a lawsuit immediately, and even if I'm going to be evicted from this house before I have a house, I can sleep in the store with Hasna, she said, there are two rooms and complete with a kitchen and a bathroom, I deliberately asked the handyman to make two rooms, a kitchen and a bathroom behind the store, he said, just in case they throw me out one day, so I don't have to find a place to stay anymore.

#if there is no more peace, peace, wisdom in the household, then there will be no heaven in it, then why survive in a hell filled with the fire of hatred.