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Given the frequent quarrels, words of exorcism and separation always came out of his mouth, making me always worried about my fate in this marriage.

"Awww.askey.sss..."

I screamed when my hand suddenly bled from being scratched by a black stone that would be used as a foundation.

My son, who was playing in the yard, looked at me.

"Mama. Mama what ice?"

Pertiwi limped closer to me who was giving a stone to my husband for him to install as a foundation.

"Be careful, dear. Just right there. Don't go near mama. Mom - what. Don't be afraid."

But my daughter kept on moving to my place.

"Pa, I didn't take care of Pertiwi just yet. Sampean continued by himself. Later if he calms down, don't help anymore." Husband nodded.

I held my ball so as not to be hit by chunks of rock or fall slipping due to slippery sand. I wash my hands in a bucket that has water stock in front of the house. The first thing I put first on the ceramic floor in front of the entrance. I flicked my clothes to reduce the dust.

My mother put it on the bed suckling on me. My concern was floating on my feelings earlier. I'm sad. It was as if I was saying, 'Free I took the trouble to build a house. It will not be mine.'

Tired of thinking and tired of my body, I fell asleep while nursing my daughter. Yes, Pertiwi can not sleep without drinking my ASI even though the flow is not swift. Even though I was 2.5 years old, I still gave my daughter milk, because I was afraid, I would lose my affection for her.

"Dugg..."

Suddenly I felt something hit my leg. My head felt dizzy and my chest was pounding strongly from the shock. I opened my eyes slowly. Deni was standing around his waist like a man - a paddy field.

"Suami is tired - tired of work, you are good - enjoy sleep. What kind of wife are you."

I am lazy to argue.

"Ssttt. Pertiwi just went to bed. I'mtired. If you don't want to do it yourself, yes, next Sunday."

I closed my eyes because I felt so bad in my head.

"Basic slackers. Ndakut wife. Cook not good, stingy same husband, dissident anyway."

He pulled out of the room and smoked outside.

Oh, ja. The fridge I credit in Ai's tea is paid off. In the housing, I left ice and jelly sticks to the shops near the housing. I do not sell myself at home, because I have predicted, he will take my merchandise for free for various reasons.

Until one day the quarrel broke again, because he wanted to divide the house.

"Sell your bike to make the kitchen. Is this your house too?"

I was shocked to hear his request. I smiled at her hearing her talk.

"Once no, still no. You have no right to that bike."

I continue my show giving ASI Pertiwi.

He grumbled in a fixed position in the room.

"Less understanding what? My refrigerator pays for my sales. Electricity is also me who bought the token. You didn't buy me and Pertiwi clothes at all, let alone cosmetics and snacks. This bed is also a gift from my brother. Your money can only be for eating. It was also less to meet the appetitemy who always ask gonta - change a day 2x different menu. You also ask for an animal side dish every day. Where's that money if it doesn't add up to my sale?"

I'm inflamed, vaping my emotions at him.

"I've already paid for the house. I already gave you food. After all, it is natural that the wife helps the husband. Look at my friends. Keep the wedding, because his wife works factory ndakkutkan - let her income be used together. After all, Pertiwi was already big. No need for formula milk and diapers, so the money can be for others."

He casually tells the pattern of life of his friend who wants him to be an example.

In my heart I said, 'Different. They were wash to her husband. While I'm not. I have to be careful, because you always throw me out in a fight.'

"As far as you. If you want to improve this house, use your own money."

I decided to end the dispute so as not to widen the conversation.

***

Once upon a time, there was a foreign phone number on my phone. "Just.tut..."

I picked up the phone as I waited for Pertiwi to play at home. Yeah, my body is a home-grown kid. He is quiet, but has been able to talk since the age of 7 months. But the physical is not plump, but also not thin.

"Hello..."

I answered briefly, for fear that someone might bother me.

"This Vik Devi? I'm Tyas dik. Maino to my house. I also have a house in Bandung. Later don't send the address in SMS yes."

Apparently, the one who called was my cousin's sister, my pakdheku's eldest daughter. Oh yes, my mother's brother was also an officer. He is retired in the BUMN agency in the head position.

I took my husband there. My cousin's house is in a classy residential area near a famous campus in the city of Bandung.

"Sir, this is Arif going home. I ask you to take care of my house. It's a car and motorcycle key. Can wear. Sleeping here is okay too. That's Bela's cat, please take care of it. The food is provided. It's for the pean handle."

One of the key points of our meeting was that. My cousin's sister was the wife of a provincial level 1 official. Socialite scope. Traveling abroad, there are countless countries that his family has visited. There are also many business fields.

Furthermore, in Ramadan, I wiri from my home to my cousin's house to take care of a cat. Deni is happy to be able to ride a small sedan car that is in trend. From his face looks proud if he is like the owner of the car.

Until one night, a neighbor came to the house talking to my husband. "Oh yes. Yes please." All I hear is that.

The next morning, the guy brought my brother's white Honda Jazz. I was shocked and complained to my husband after the car came out of my yard and drove out of the compound.

"Lho, pa. How about this? My brother's car, why would I lend it to people just like that? That's an expensive car. If why - why, where do we make money to replace this fee? Just love people. I should have given permission to me first. Just play it. Am I my brother's brother? Not you."

He answered casually but looked dislikeful of me.

"Pak Indro borrowed a car he said to send his son circumcision. You are stingy. To husband calculation. To medhit's neighbor. Already, don't talk much. The most recent also not long. Wong is just a khitan."

I did not continue my anger, because the consequences could lead to another fight.