The Story of an Injured Wife
My sadness...

At dinner with my mother I became lazy or hesitant to reprimand my mother. The dinner tonight was so cold. I enjoyed the meal without talking a word to my mom. This made my mother confused. And he who began first invited me to talk.

"Kok you keep quiet anyway, son? Don't be sad continue dong. Are you still thinking about your husband and your friend, who is that? Miho huh?"

I'm shaking. I didn't think it was Ma. But I thought, why did you dare to take my ring without asking permission first? Why did mom do that? It's not a matter of the price of the ring, but it's a matter of my trust in my mother.

"No ma, I'm thinking about my missing ring."

"Hasn't met yet?"

Why did Mom ask back? It's obvious the ring I'm referring to is sticking spoiled on your ring finger ma. Why do you pretend not to know. Do you think I didn't see my ring you were wearing? I was too lazy to eat. I got up and went to my room. But my mom asked again.

"No food spent? Not good, son. Go ahead, the food."

"Get's appetite ma. I want to take a break." I answered quickly and hurried off to leave my mother alone in the dining room.

Mama Sera got confused and stopped eating. Mama Sera got up and followed Yaya to the room. But Yaya hurriedly closed the door as she turned around so that Mama Sera could not enter or was reluctant to enter.

"Sane son. Why did he suddenly behave like that. Am I wrong with him? Or the problem he was facing made his heart become chaotic and chaotic. Oh, my God, son. May you return happy. Do not over time you stress, your condition is pregnant young much more important dear." mama Sera's inner prayer.

Next day. Yaya was sitting alone in the garden chair. A butterfly flew around him and perched on Yaya's shoulder. Yaya smiled and tried to catch the blue-brown butterfly. But the butterfly flew back and Yaya failed to catch it.

Yaya took a diary beside her.

"A young woman is alone. He was surrounded by people full of mystery. Either they were evil or good to the young woman. Butterflies are her best friend. And from that butterfly he learned that it takes a lot of effort to be something beautiful. The process of changing the caterpillar into a butterfly that needs a long phase. The process of getting out of the cocoon takes hours. It takes a lot of effort. So too with the young woman's life. It takes a lot of effort to conquer it. And the woman, must always be sure that all will be beautiful in her time. That young woman is me." I wrote in this diary.

Then now what should I do? Where else do I have to start? I don't want my family relationship with my mom to be ruined. Even though I know he took one of my rings. I had better take it back and teach my mother that what she did was tantamount to doing evil to me, her own son.

But when I got up, that annoying voice came back. Yep. Who else if not the sambel terasi.

"Salt eggs, early in the morning are you upset?" his arrival made me more upset and better.

I looked back, he was sleeping on the grass.

"Ngapain lu fell asleep there is already a tenacious rich! Wake up!"

"So. Here sit next to me?"

"What hell! Go there! As long as Damar is no longer home, you make this a chance to meet me? I don't want to see you again at Damar's house!"

Martin got up, he stepped in front of me.

"You need a friend. You need someone to help you solve your problems. You can face it all alone!"

"But I don't have any problems. Not sotoy deh Tin. Even if I have a problem, the problem is in you. Stop acting like me and Damar!"

"Yes, you are my best friend. If you have a problem, do not hesitate to tell the same story. Even if you don't want to tell a story, I also know that you have a problem. "

"Emang, you know where you're from?" I asked curiously and then I sat down again on the garden chair. Martin wants to sit down too but I forbid it.

"You sit on the grass!"

"Yes, madam."

Martin squatted down and he resumed his conversation.

"From your mother. We talked about that at the time. So, what problem do you want to solve now?"

"Gapain the hell you two, you and mama take care of my household. I can finish that myself.

"If you can do your own thing, why are you so stressed out now? Don't be sad continue. Meaning what? You need someone else's help. I'm ready to help you."

I feel like bete's getting bigger. Martin here pretends to help me, make me even more furious. I'm afraid there are others who see continue to make slander that is not-no. I got to flirt here and there.

"You go home there. I want to be alone again. Can you?"

"Judah I'm going home." said Martin as he stood up.

Martin walked away. I was a little relieved, but he stopped again and said to me.

"I'm ready to help you whenever you need Yaya. Don't hesitate to call me. Detective Martin, always ready to help young mistress Yaya Sandrina."

Piss off! I stood up, then walked quickly with my jutek face into the house. Meanwhile, Martin laughed and saw me upset like this.

"Basic rese!" my anger in my heart.

Short of time, the night is back. The moon and the stars again accompany the night lovers. I was sitting alone again in the garden chair. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Waiting for my Damar video call again. I checked my phone many times. No incoming messages let alone VCs.

Seeing me out alone at night, my mom came over to me.

"It's not good if women get pregnant at night outside alone" said the mother came.

"Mama what the hell. I'm going to be alone again. Mama's back in the house."

My mom sat next to me. Duh, today is the most sickening day of my life. My mama stole and Martin's rese are getting hotter. I want to sleep for months in a coma.

Seriate...