The Story of an Injured Wife
The Struggle of a Yaya

I slept sad on the bed, tears running down the pillow. I hugged the bolster in search of warmth and comfort. I can only cry in this solitude. How painful it is to have a marriage with Mas Damar.

The next day, I prepared to go back to the hospital to look after my mother. But, from last night Mas Damar has not come home. But I'm also ready to make breakfast for Mas Damar if he comes home later. As I was tidying my negligee arm in front of the mirror, I heard someone slam something outside the room.

Right from the dining table. I hurriedly walked there. Geez, I saw the dishes I made for her slammed and thrown into the floor. As if it were stale junk food.

I could only sigh, not arguing with Mas Damar this morning.

"I want to go to the hospital, if you don't want to eat my cooking yaudah, you have breakfast made by Elma mas." I said then I continued to step towards the front of the house.

But Mas Damar took my hand, holding it with his strength. I felt my hands hurt a bit by being held by Mas Damar this time.

"Please mas! Sick knows!"

"Pay your own mother's medical expenses, I won't pay you."

The words spoken from Mas Damar's mouth just now made me feel even more devastated.

"Get my hands off!"

Mas Damar let go of his grasp. His eyes kept glancing at me. Her hair was disheveled, she was out of nowhere last night.

"I don't need your help, you think I can't afford my mother's treatment? Let me take it myself!"

"Well, I don't have to waste money on people I don't think are important."

I'm leaving rather than getting hurt. But Damar called me again.

"Stop!"

Mas Damar walked up to me quickly.

"What else?"

"Don't go with the driver. Do not use the facilities here. Everything here is mine!"

"Ok fine!"

I'll just go find a taxi. Mas Damar is treating me more and more with his madness.

"Steady, son." I said as I stroked my stomach.

In the taxi, I daydreamed while crying.The taxi driver who was driving, secretly stole a look at me. He must have thought why I was crying. I quickly wiped my tears. After this, I want to focus on taking care of my mother first.

The day went on, I took less care of myself. I just focused on looking after and taking care of my mother in the hospital, without the help of anyone other than the sisters. No wonder I don't look so quiet as usual.

Not to mention during my pregnancy, I had to work hard to make money for my mother's stroke treatment costs. Good thing mama has a boutique, which I can use the source of her income for her medical expenses. I also sold my rice field for the cost of stroke treatment suffered by my mother.

The cost of treatment for stroke suffered by the mother takes a large cost.

From morning until evening I was in the shop, and then I closed. After that I focused on keeping and accompanying my mother in the hospital.

"Doc, is my mother still able to recover after therapy?"

"Just pray for the best mba. The bleeding that occurs in your mother's head isn't very intense. But we'll really monitor your mother closely."

For now and a month in the future you should be monitored first by the medical team.

A week later, this afternoon, I was sitting on a small chair beside my mother's bed. Mama was staring at the ceiling of the room, then she slowly turned her head towards me. Mama wants to talk something but she can't.

She cried. I can feel what my mom is feeling right now. It must have been very torturous. May your mother recover quickly. I will always be there for my mom.

I'll always try to find medical expenses for you, ma. And I'm also going to take care of my mom, just like you used to take care of me until I grew up to be a vibrant teenage girl.

"What do you want to talk to? Mama hungry? Mama's thirsty?"

Mama can only move her lips. It made a little sound that sounded unclear. Then I grabbed her hand, I kissed her slowly. I want to be filial, by looking after and taking care of it.

Mama, has given the true meaning of sincerity. Mama, has given the meaning of love in the family. Mama, has given the meaning that doing good, it would be nice to be reciprocated with good things too.

My mother was one of the bridges for me to get to heaven.

"Mama, I will always doain you" I said with a smile. And mama immediately replied to me with a face mimic in which she looked a little smiling.

After that I went home. I left my mother for a while and she would be taken care of by a nun who was ready to look after her for twenty-four hours nonstop.

I actually feel awkward going home. I feel like I am no longer considered by mas Damar, because of that obscure slander he immediately believes.

I got out of the cab and I looked straight at the house I used to live in. Up ahead came a man who had recently treated me vilely.

Mas Damar stood looking when he saw me standing near the fence. Mas Damar looked at me with a cold look. He called me with a hand signal, the index finger he pointed at him. I hurried to walk up to him. Is he going to hit me again?

"Otherwise mas? Want to hit me for a mistake I've never made before?"

"Yeah!"

Sure enough, Damar slapped me again. My heart is back. My soul is back. My body was re-inflicted with a sera, though it did not bleed. Then, Mas Damar showed me a photo where in the photo was me being hugged by Martin when I almost fell in the cafe at that time.

"See this fucking wife! This is clearly the proof. From Arif's HP our driver."

"Oh." I answered briefly and then I went into the house.

I left Mas Damar in front of the house. I am lazy to serve things that I think will only burden my mind. All this time I've been hard-earned to make money at the boutique and look after my mom, plus the wrong accusation.

"Yes! Out you!" call Mas Damar with a snapping tone from the outside.

Seriate...