"I'm Tired, I Want to Give Up "

Cold Attitude and Humiliation of Mother-in-Law

Two months have been my marriage with Mas Elang, a single-child widower whose age is quite far adrift with me, 12 years. At the age of 23, I was edited by him. Mas Eagle is not alone, he married me with a child from a previous marriage. What a beautiful start I've been through.

That morning I was preparing to take my son, My Mighty One to the Kindergarten school. The handsome and cute 5-year-old little boy was so adorable after wearing his Kindergarten uniform. His good looks inherited his father. Her eyelashes are pliable, her skin is yellow and clean, she said soft and kind. Smart and looks more mature than children his age.

"Bundaaa.., I'm ready, let's go!" invite her in a super adorable cool style full of spirit.

"Come on, baby...!" my reply led his fingers.

"Don't forget Papa's saying, Yes!" reminded me.

"OK, Mommy...!" reply obediently.

"Papa...Shame on first. Assalamualaikum!" sya said, while kissing the back of her Papa's hand.

"Mas, I'm going yes....!" I said as I took her hand and kissed her like she did.

"You, there's no need to drive between schools by yourself. Now there's a chauffeur who's gonna pick up Sya!" firmly Mas Eagle flat on me. I gawked in surprise, staring at Mas Eagle asking for an explanation. "From tomorrow, let the driver take Sya to school!" resolute again.

Not lost my sense of wonder because of his sudden decision, which suddenly mengultimatum that tomorrow only the driver will pick up Sya, the adorable boy.

"But why?" many wonder.

"It's okay, I just want Sya to not be too dependent on you!" answer's flat. I was more and more astonished by the sudden change of Mas Eagle, although his cold and flat attitude had become common to me, but this time it was different. What happened to Mas Eagle, did I make a mistake? My heart wondered without finding an answer.

"Your job this time is just to persuade Sya to get used to it without you, without having to be ushered in by her stepmother again!" press again. I was stunned when I heard the stepmother's words that Mas Eagle had emphasized just now. Although in reality I am a stepmother, but if I can be honest I have considered Sya as my own biological child. My race to Sya is sincere and loves her so much. Why is it now Mas Elang, when two months ago since we were married he gave the task of transporting me, under the pretext that I and Sya could be closer and not stiff.

And apparently it's true, so often we are together, my interaction with Sya, goes well like Mother and biological children. I am so grateful, My son was so receptive to my presence. But now I was suddenly forced to keep my distance from Him.

Mas Eagle even looked at me with a very cold gaze, unlike usual.

I immediately headed for the car following Sya who had run small towards the car. There was a driver there. The driver bowed respectfully to me.

"Make Mom...!" the driver let me in, while Sya was already sitting in front near the driver.

"Dear, from tomorrow I will be picked up by the driver!" my spoken. She turned towards me with a surprised look.

"Why Bun, what's with the driver? Where won't Mother take her again?" ask her with a funny joke.

"Papa told Him to. Yes, same Mother, especially the same Papa!" soft becukku.

"That's what... Papa is that. Why can't Papa Mother take Sya?" with an adorable face.

"Let's ask Papa, after Sya goes home from school!" I said softly again.

The car was walking towards the school Kindergarten Bahagia, 10 minutes later the car arrived in front of the school Kindergarten. I immediately went down, then led Sya's arm and led her to the classroom door. I told you for a moment with the Teacher of the class.

"Assalamualaikum Ma'am Guru...!" sapaku friendly. Madam Nadia replied to my words with a friendly smile as well.

"Look Mom, I want to tell you that for tomorrow and so on who will pick up my son is Mr. Driver," I said as I turned to the driver and waved to him.

"Ohh..so!" exclaims Madam Nadia.

"This, Mr. Driver will always pick up my son. From tomorrow he's on pick-up duty. If Madam Nadia has not found the driver to pick her up, then Madam Nadia must hold my child first in the school environment." I remember warning. Madam Nadia must understand.

"Who's the driver's name, sorry?"

"My name is Mr. Udin, Mrs Master!" replied the middle-aged man named Mr. Udin was friendly. Miss Nadia mangosteen.

"Maybe that's what I can inform Mom, for other information if needed Madam Nadia can contact us, me and her Papa Sya as student guardians" he explained.

"I'll excuse you!" I said ending our conversation. Madam Nadia smiled kindly and looked at my departure who started to step away.

"Sir Udin, get back home!" my orders. Mr. Udin obeyed and immediately started the car engine. The car we were riding was running smoothly.

Arriving home, I still found Mas Eagle's car in front of the garage. No wonder, because Mas Elang went to the restaurant is not necessarily the time, sometimes in the morning at 8, sometimes at 10 noon.

Mas Elang is a restaurant and cafe entrepreneur in this city, his business in this city is left two restaurants and one Cafe, one, there is also outside the city a famous restaurant that still stands strong for its struggle which is almost at the end of bankruptcy.

Three years ago at the age of 2, Mas Eagle experienced the bitter tragedy of his life. The wife who left with another man, some of the property and assets that were stolen, some restaurants that went bankrupt leaving only two restaurants in this city, and one outside the city that still survives. All of these circumstances stem from the actions of his ex-wife who could betray him.

Grateful there are still restaurants left in his name that did not succeed in being pulled by his ex-wife. All the assets were tied up in the name of his ex-wife, so it could easily be taken away.

How great love Mas Eagle to his ex-wife at that time, so he did not hesitate all assets almost on behalf of his ex-wife.

So did Mas Elang's story the other day when he told me a little about the cause of his divorce with his ex-wife.

I got off the car that was boarded by Mr. Udin, immediately I rushed in not forgetting to say hello. Since there was no answer, I headed straight to the top floor of our room.

I faintly heard the voice of the person who seemed to be speaking from the direction of our room, Mas Eagle's room and mine. The closer the sound was like the sound of my mother-in-law and Mas Eagle. When did Mom come here? My wonder.

I walked slowly and got closer to the lip of the door. The conversation looked serious. Without any intention of eavesdropping I kept silent behind the outer wall of my room. I thought if I went straight in, I was afraid that Mom wouldn't feel good to see me. Thought.

"Now that evil ex-wife of yours is coming out of hiding, she even dares to show her nose in front of you and Mama, under the pretext of wanting to see Sya." her corpse.

"Mama will not let Sya meet the bitch, Mama is disappointed and hurt, try to imagine when Sya two years that still need the affection of her mother, Mama, he left with another man with all your assets. Base ******." said Mother-in-law excited.

"Eat him El, you must be careful with your new wife too. Don't give him a chance to rule you. Never spoil him. You must be vigilant. He was so close to Sya, not just a cover. You have to be careful El!" my mother-in-law's memory of Mas El.

"You really, want Mama to match with Mama's friend's child, you even refuse. She is beautiful and a socialite woman. Not like your usual poor new wife!" jlebbbb. My chest is heavy and heavy.

I slowly moved away from behind the walls of my room, and walked slowly to the stairs, back down to the kitchen to pretend I didn't know and didn't hear all my mother-in-law's words. I walked slowly because my body felt weak after hearing my mother-in-law's words.

In the kitchen, I immediately went into the bathroom and locked the bathroom door. Afraid that the bathroom suddenly opened Bi Narti ART my house. I wept shedding all my sorrow for what I had heard, my mother-in-law's curse.