Tone of Nara
Chapter 10 The destroyed Tone (Part 2)

The morning sun shining from the cracks of the window curtain woke me up. Morning light caresses usually provide warmth that I like very much. But this time the impression was not felt. iBadanku feel very tired. That morning he did nothing and did not leave the room. In addition to her swollen eyes, her head is also dizzy, possibly the effect of crying last night. Today it looks like I can be a little safe and won't be forced out, because dad was at home until this morning.

If there is a father, I am forbidden to do the work I usually do. My mother and two sisters-in-law worked. However, they only do kitchen business, while for the matter of washing and cleaning will still be done by Nada, after the father is not there. I only spent two days at home.

They don't want you to know that as long as you're not around, I'm doing it all. They always forbid me to say anything about this house to my father. That's why, if you're home, I should always be in the room.

Including this morning. Last night I sent a message through whatsup to me, telling me not to leave the room before Dad left. Of course with the word threat. That means I can only get out after 10 a.m. Even this morning, so that I do not need to meet my father at the dinner table, Prita with a frown, told Mother to deliver breakfast to her room. But this time I tried to close his heart no matter what.

Time was 10 when I decided to get out of bed and take a shower. From last night I was determined to defend my household with the Pradipta mas. I thought hard about how our marriage would last, and I didn't let my mom and dad down. It occurred to me to go to the Vertility Clinic that I was browsing last night. After that I'll meet and have lunch with Sandra. Today my best friend took the time to visit me and wanted to make sure of my situation after yesterday's incident. With that spirit, I woke up and started today.

At the cafe we promised, I waited for Sandra who was still on her way from Bandung. I realized some of the visitors to the cafe were looking at me and whispering whispers. I also knew they were looking at me with a strange look, pitying even someone sneering. Some of them clearly compare me to women who are going viral, attacking famous artists. Yes, even though my name is not mentioned, but my name and body which is very rarely owned by others is clearly displayed there.  Here I have to face the netizens

julid, who does not know the problem, blames himself and blasphemes him. I wanted to scream and tell them to stop looking at me and judge me. But I realized, all of that is useless, or maybe even will add to the runyam. They'll think of me as a crazy woman. Whatever

what I did, would definitely be wrong in the eyes of the great Netizen right?

When I open my car, I can't stand it either. Lots of messages and blasphemies from my friends. Even many of the people who claimed to be my friends, sent messages of contempt and blasphemy. They said they were ashamed of ever going to school with me. They said they knew I was mentally ill, and more. It made me feel more depressed and want to cry.

Thankfully, Sandra was coming. If it's 10 minutes late, maybe I'll go crazy or I'll get out of this cafe. I've been hiding in the most hidden corner of this cafe. Even the cafe waitresses who also had large tall bodies serving me also looked at me with pity. And I saw after he served me, he made fun of his friend to the point of emotion and slammed the tray he was holding.

Sandra saw all of that and understood the situation. Sandra said she saw the viral video, and tried to hide it from her. Fortunately, my mother was too busy with her restaurant and work to not have time to look at cyberspace or watch television. Usually he just asks Sandra what news day

this, in order to compensate for the conversation of restaurant customers, sober.

“So, what really happened yesterday? I want to hear your version live,” asked Sandra slowly. Then flow the story of yesterday to today. I showed him the video I had saved with the angle showed that I was innocent. I also told her about Juli's insults.

“Dog! What does that bitch want? It's been a actor still his mouth so cheap. You should break his legs and you flush his face with hard water. You didn't do anything, you were accused of attacking him and he said you were crazy. So all of you become gia and ruin his face!” sandra said emotionally.

“Sst, Sand, her voice melanin,” I said calm Sandra down. Huft, it should be Sandra who calms me down, shouldn't she? Sandra's anger turned out to be more frightening to me than all my distress. I really don't want Sandra running amok here and being the center of attention. Going viral AGAIN, not my current goal.

“Turns mad miss! You who should be calm and comforting me,” I said while drinking Orange juice quietly. “Woi! Cong! Drink me that!” sandra said cutely and pulled the glass I had been drinking. I laughed at my best friend's behavior. I see a smile on his face. Huh! Fortunately, I have a best friend like him who can make me smile at a time like this.

“Trus how? When did you divorce that one monyong?” sandra said as she sipped her drink.

“Divorce? Why go there again Sandra? I told you, I don't want a divorce from her. I don't want to upset mom and dad San,” I said trying to hide the sick funds from my voice. But Sandra's not her name, if she can't catch my pain.

“Yes, why should it be maintained. Don't be strong-witted or pretentious okay. Mama and Papa will definitely be more willing to see you divorced, compared to you constantly tortured like this Nada. Later in the night, I'll tell you all slowly to mama. So even if you get divorced mom won't be surprised,” said Sandra.

“Not tortured Sandra. But they're kilaf. God forgive me, why don't I?” I said slowly. “Don't say anything to Mama San. Promise.”

“NO WAY! I have to say mama,” said Sandra. I immediately slumped on the floor and held Sandra's knee. I won't be able to see Mama grieve knowing that her beloved son is being treated like this. I know Mama

it's the first person to be ruined knowing my situation. Mama would be so angry and hurt if she knew what my husband and family were doing to me. The daughter-in-law he gave me hurt me. It would make my mom feel guilty. I don't want to make a very female

I respect and I love that it's sad, for whatever reason. Since Papa died, it was my mother who worked hard to take care of everything. While me? With his selfishness, pursuing my wish with mas Pradipta and my family left Mama. And now, I'm bringing home sadness? NAY!

“Please.. San, promise me, don't say anything to Mama, no matter what. P;ease. Or I will never consider you a friend again,” threatened me. Although Sandra pulled me to sit on the chair, she just kept quiet and said nothing. I kept repeating my request even though he just kept quiet without a word. My tears started to make Sandra shocked.

“Huft, if it's crying gini, what can I do. Yes deh... yes, I won't say mama!” sandra said at last.

“Appointment?” I said make sure.

“Appointment!” said Sandra. “But you also have to promise to be careful. If in the end you have to step back, then immediately step back and always tell me whatever happens,” said Sandra who I immediately greeted with a nod. I don't want Mama to be sad because her son isn't okay. I know, Mama can get sick if she hears her suffering. If I have to get divorced with the pradipta, I'll find a way to talk. But until now, I'm still convinced that the pradipta will come back to me. Sandra looked upset. She said

I was too kind, forgiving and called stupid. After that I spent the night with Sandra.

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