The Tears of Shafira
Chapter 6 The arrival of the mother-in-law.

“Darling, look at that woman telling me to make my own food, what time do you have? I'm tired of doing that all night!” said Wulan in a spoiled style he leaned his head on the shoulder of his lover, glaring at Sapphira. He deliberately acted spoiled like that to make her jealous.  

Even though Erick had been doing it all day with Shafira, last night he had managed to control the man and satisfy himself.

However, Sapphira held herself back with all her heart. If he had done so rashly, Erik would have gladly had a reason to divorce him. He cannot make the slightest mistake, by showing his weak side.

“Hai! Make breakfast for Wulan now!” Erik rules by ignoring his conscience.

Safira just kept quiet while continuing to chew her food.

“Are you trying to argue with me, huh?” Erik said as he stood up he showed a clear anger on his face.

“Honey! Honey, don't get mad, yeah?” wulan said with continued to shoot.

He wrapped his hands around Erik's neck and kissed his cheek, with the intention of calming the lover, as well as heating up Shafira.

Erick also without hesitation replied ****** Wulan's lips excitedly. Finally they kissed long enough in front of Sapphira.  

Shafira did not bother them at all. He still enjoys his food. Even so, it is undeniable that in fact he endured the pain of thousands of thorns, which the husband deliberately stuck in the interior of the recess of his heart, at that time.

“This is what I love about you, Wulan .. You are always gentle and understanding, whereas Safira is a woman who does not know Budi!” erik said after releasing his lips.

Who does not know the return of gratitude according to Erick is actually himself. However, due to Wulan her heart eyes became blind.

Wulan smiled in satisfaction while glancing cynically at Safira triumphantly.

Shafira was so disgusted that she stood up and stepped into the kitchen to make food for Wulan. He deftly went back to baking some bread, then smeared jam. He also made a glass of juice and several pieces of fresh fruit in one dish. Just like she made it for her husband.  

When finished, Shafira serves it at the table, and wants to finish the food immediately.

“That's your breakfast!” shafira said softly, her voice almost stuck in the throat. Because when he came out of the kitchen, again he was looking at the two men were making out.

“Can't you do it anywhere else?” ask Shafira.

“What do you mean?” ask Wulan.

“I mean obviously, this is a dining table, yes for eating, not for making out!” sahut Shafira's.

“Asoo as I am!” sela Wulan while tidying up her seat.

“Ya, already! Let's eat!” erick said, while feeding into his mouth.

“Honey, fetch, dong!” wulan said with her powerful voice.

Erick complies with Wulan's request while glancing at Shafira, hoping that the woman is jealous and angry.

“Come here, aaa .. open your mouth!” erick said again while offering a piece of bread to the lover of heart.

Scenes of bribing each other happen. What Erick never did to his wife.

He was fed up, but if he did not make food for Wulan, then the friendly scene would continue to take place there. The actions of the two men made Sapphira even more nauseous. In fact, it could reduce his sanity.

As a legitimate wife, of course, she is disgusted to see her husband do the same to other women besides himself.  

The quality of a person being a husband or wife, really shown how his attitude appreciates his partner. However, Erik had absolutely no respect for his wife, should Shafira still value Erik as her husband.  

Shafira returns to her room to make the latest sketch to pour out her ideas. He uses that way as an entertainer while honing his skills. He has intelligence and does not want to just disappear just because of the wrong marriage and is being lived.

One sketch of an evening dress with a contemporary model has been completed he made. Shafira is satisfied with the results herself, and she believes that someday she will have the opportunity to make the plan, then there will be many people who are interested in buying.  

After a long time looking at the sketches, Shafira began to feel thirsty and she immediately went to the kitchen to drink. He also intended to clean the dining table that he had just left. Turns out to be right, the kitchen and desk are still a mess.

Where would Wulan clean it.  

Eventually Shafira starts doing all the housewives' chores as usual. Wash, clean the house and cook for lunch later and he intends to make some snacks as well.

However, as she began to sweep in the upper room where her husband's room was located, she was astonished by the moaning sounds of pleasure heard from there. He also suspects that if Erick most likely did not go to the office, he actually spent his time to satisfy his desires in the room, with his mistress.

“Ahk! Erick, you are amazing! Let's go on, Erick!”

“Well if that's what you want, baby!”

“Honey, can't it be faster?”

“You are also great, am I still lacking fast?”

Obviously the voice that Shafira heard came from the mouth of Wulan and her husband.

This is really crazy, their actions are beyond reasonableness according to Shafira, it is not appropriate for a leader to leave the task just because he wants to satisfy his nap.

“No! Nah! No!” Shafira shouted in her heart. He abandoned the intention of cleaning the place and chose to go to another part of the house. It is not strong to listen to the noise of two perverts.

Shafira decided to sweep in the courtyard as well as relax, her hearing and eyesight that had been tainted by the deeds of her own husband. The man was honored and wanted to be respected, but he destroyed his own pride. His actions in that room were obviously not commendable.

However, when Shafira had just reached the courtyard and closed her eyes, she was startled by the arrival of her mother-in-law. Shafira is a good woman, so she should also be polite and respectful to older people, even if the old man will hurt her.

Shafira saw the woman stepping towards the terrace elegantly but arrogantly. His arrival was as a reminder that, soon, the hell of the world will be created in his home.

Shafira took a deep breath, then carved a sweet smile, while welcoming the arrival of Mirna— her husband's mother. The woman took off her sunglasses to look at Shafira with a sinister look in her eyes.

“Do you lack work, standing here?” said Mirna ketus while slipping glasses on her head.

Not yet Shafira said hello, but harsh words had already been thrown from her spicy mouth.  

“No, Ma, I was just about to sweep the home page looking for some fresh air!”

“Reason alone, even though you were caught lazing here, right?” mirna said accusing Shafira recklessly.

If not for being forced, he would not have married his favorite son to Shafira.  

When her son was married in the hospital, she chose a simple cheap dress for Shafira. Why buy expensive clothes if only worn by low-class, village women. Her thought. Moreover, he was forced to marry Erick in the hospital, a very sad place for a sacred event.

Mirna once wished that Shafira's mother would rather die alone, before her son's wedding day. That way, he can cancel their marriage. If his son's problem is in the police, he can easily use the money to close the accident case, caused by Erick. However, her husband became a hindrance, the man actually wanted his son to take good responsibility for his actions.

“Please enter, Ma! Erick happens to be inside, he is again not in work today ..!” greet Shafira gently and politely.

“I know he's home, there must be Wulan too, right? Oh yea! My son is going to the office or not, it's none of your business! Know?”

“But, Ma, I—“