
"No need! The letter is here!"
A heavy voice typical of someone they knew, jolting the two. Melina pegged on the third rung. While the mother-in-law continued to turn around and frown instantly.
The knocking of the step did not belong to one person it made Melina curious to turn around. His mouth was wide open to see two friendly people entering the house. His eyes flickered hot, pooling the water in the fertilizer.
He quickly approached Amir who was standing before his mother with a woman.
"Who is he, Amir?" the mother asked, pointing at the woman next to her son, unhappy. Increasing the burden, reducing the ration again for him.
"I'm Alin, Auntie" said the woman as she greeted Amir's mother politely.
His meek demeanor, published hope in the old woman's heart.
"Who is he, my friend? Why did you come with him?" melina snapped pointing at the woman who was with Amir angrily.
"Who is he? What do you care?" amir taunted his wife.
"Fuck you, Mommy." Melina was inflamed, her gaze turning on the woman who was smiling cynically towards her.
He glared as Melina watched, clearly sneering at Amir's wife.
"Basic women j*l*ng! Take your man's husband!" Melina growled, sticking out her hand grabbed the short hair of the woman who was with Amir.
"Aragh!"
"MELINA!" snapped Amir while pulling Melina's hand and releasing it from the woman's hair.
"What the fuck!" Amir threw Melina's hand until she fell on the floor.
Melina's tears fell, her mouth gaping in disbelief.
"Your work, Mas? For her sake you can be rude to me!" hardik Melina did not accept Amir's treatment.
The man no longer cared about her, he was more concerned about the woman than Melina.
"You're all right? Is anyone sick?" amir asked as he rubbed the head of a woman named Alin.
Melina growled, emotions churning in the chest. Whoever that woman is, Melina doesn't like her being close to Amir. He stood up and went back to attack Alin.
"Basic maling! You're a liar, dirty woman!" as Melina said, her hand reached for something to be taken away.
However, Amir's large hand prevented her, pushing Melina's body strong enough that she fell back a second time.
"Please! Take care of your attitude, Melina!" hardik Amir glared hatefully at his wife.
"Mas! I'm your wife, I'm pregnant with your son, Mas. Why do you think you're the same as me?" lamented Melina pretended to cry sadly.
He acted holding his stomach, complete while grimacing falsely. Amir whipped, grunting dislikes him.
"Don't pretend you are, Melina!" Amir nodded without feeling.
"Mom! Tell Mas Amir not to be rude to me. What if I miscarry later?" iba Melina while looking at the mother-in-law asked for a defense.
The old woman wavered, hearing the word miscarriage. It turned into panic.
"Yes, Son. Don't be rude, don't you want to have a child?" the mother saw Amir who was still shaking with his hard line.
"Mom don't trust him. He's a liar, Mom. She tricked us into pretending to be pregnant so she could marry me." Amir pointed heartlessly at his wife.
The woman who was with him flicked her lips, ridiculing Melina realistically. The poor woman shook her head, asking for mercy to the mother as well Amir.
"W-what? So, are you really just a cheek?" The old woman's heart ached, squeezing it a little strongly so as not to overcrowd it. He grimaces.
"No, Mom! It's a lie, I'm not your fool," whined Melina while sobbing.
Amir's mother shook her head, her heart continuing to throb. Her tears fell, regretting over-believing in the time of a snake like Melina.
"This letter I have checked into the hospital listed, but from there no one claimed to have ever issued test results on behalf of Melina. Especially if nipu's not his name?" Amir slammed hard on the envelope in his hand.
Upset not playing, because played by the woman. Melina shook her head, revealing her lies. Now he must accept the fact that Amir was cast out and cast out.
"I know, I was wrong, Mom. I did it because I love you, Mas. I don't want to split with you," whispered Melina who got a sneer from the woman beside Amir.
"I don't need a cheating wife like you, Melina. This is Alin, she's my wife. Two weeks ago we got married, and now she's pregnant with my son" Amir said, introducing the woman he came with.
Melina looked up with wide-eyed eyes. Similarly to his mother Amir, the pain of being lied to was slowly replaced by the reality Amir said.
"No, Mom! You lied! You can't marry again, Mom. You can't have another wife, Mommy." Melina was still lamenting, but Amir was indifferent to her.
"Start now"
"No, Mom! I don't want to divorce you, I don't want to divorce!" push Melina away quickly.
"How else do you want? I have a wife who doesn't pretend to be pregnant like you. He'll stay in this house in your place. So, go home, Melina. Go home to your parents. I don't want to continue our marriage anymore" Amir said heartlessly.
Melina shook her head, really she did not want to leave the luxury that Amir gave her.
"I don't want to, Mom. Please don't throw me out, don't divorce me, Mas. Let me remain your wife" she asked.
Amir scooped his face, frustratingly made Melina. He looked at the woman's face. After all, he had once given her heavenly pleasure. He once gulped down the sweetness of honey with that face.
I could not bear to see Melina pleading with her son.
"Udah, Son. Its nothing. Pity her, don't divorce her, yeah. Let her stay in this house" said the mother in defense of Melina.
Amir sighed, glancing dislike at his wife.
"Yes already. If you still want to stay here, please, but don't demand anything from me because I can't love anything. Your monthly ration will be shared with Alin, have a mother too because Alin is pregnant again. So, he needs more than you." Amir decided, inevitably knowing they had to accept it.
Amir invites Alin to climb the stairs to the second floor. The two entered Amir's room which even Melina herself had never entered. He growled inwardly, planning something to destroy the pride of the woman who had come with Amir. He ruined everything Melina fought for.