
...Zahra Pov's...
He was bowed very deeply, even when his lawyer came and patted him on the shoulder, he had no reaction at all. Perhaps, this became a great blow from my mother who directly hit his heart and mind.
I also did not expect, my in-laws' actions would be this hard. Though I used to think, he might blame me for the ineptness in taking care of the husband.
Yeah, in many cases, it's women who are the targets of in-law tantrums if their husbands are wrong.
“Mama Denger from Mbokijum, you now live in a shophouse, right?” Ms. Sham is still holding Zahra out of the religious court.
“You also rejected the stand in Malang Square?” He kept telling me a lot of questions.
“Sorry, Ma.”
I dare not look at my face when I hear my answer. However, the hand that had started to wrinkle was still coiling on the arm quite tightly.
“Zahra angry with mom yes?”
Is that a question?
Why do I feel so cornered by that?
“Ma, many pairs of eyes and ears are focusing on our problem. Zahra just didn't want to, Mama joined the conversation.”
Mama stopped her steps right in the doorway, then looked at me with a charming smile. Slowly, take my two hands and grip them tightly.
“Zahra is the most understanding. Thank you, Nak.”
Mama had just said a few words, some reporters had already come crowding. Many people ask about the results of mediation. But many also asked the relationship between me and the family of Mas Abram.
“Delay, a little comment about his son-in-law dong?”
“Does Mother also know the relationship between the child Mother and Mbak Model?”
My eyes were immediately focused on my mother. Looking at the figure of a woman who is almost half a century old, but still looks beautiful. Mama stood up without a look of anxious face, so calm, with a faint dazzling smile.
“I just know him!” Mama patted my hand. “From start to finish, I just know, he's my son-in-law. The best, the most patient, the most beautiful.” Continue while looking at me.
“So Mother does not admit (first wife)?”
“They are alone, I don't know when, and where. How do you admit?”
Mama's last words, became trending in various media. Everyone seemed focused, cornering a happy couple waiting for the birth of their child. As for the news about me, it slowly receded.
The news was even more shocking after the media found out that Nindira was pregnant. Also, about the leaking of my blood donation form last month.
...Don't know why, I support the Young Wife team more. ...
...Fix, this time I took on a second wife. Crazy is the husband....
My social media homepage is full of support. Not even a few people sent me messages and gave me support. The mentality that yesterday had been down, now began to recover.
Two days passed after the failed mediation. Mama who is still in Malang, this morning suddenly contacted me. Told me to go to the old house, because there's something she wants to talk about.
A new car was driving in through the guard post. From far away, I saw two cars parked in the front yard of the house.
Who would?
“Assalammualaikum.”
“Waalaikum’mussalam. Here, Son. Sit here.” Mama waved with a carefree smile.
“Why is Pak RT the same Mr RW, Ma?”
“So gini, this is Mr and Ms Tio, who will buy this house. Coincidentally, today they directly deal, he said it was suitable. So Mr. RT and Mr. RW are witnesses.”
So his house sells?
Good deh.
They did not seem to want to wait long and immediately agreed with the price. After a while of viewing the file. They also pay for the down payment.
“Bu, this is a check of five hundred. For five hundred more, I transfer yes,” said a man wearing a batik shirt while thrusting a check.
My mother put a check in front of me. Then, put his phone in front of them. Not until the limac minutes, a smile was engraved on their faces all.
“Bu, I send in five accounts yes. Nominal one hundred. Try mom check first,” said the young man whose age may be the same as Abram.
“Try in check his account, son. You have mbanking, right?” My mom looked at me.
I'm not wrong?
Mama tell me to check my account?
Yesterday I thought, mama might just want to please me for a moment. Given the treatment his son had done. But when I opened mbanking, how surprised I was. Seeing zeros lined up is pretty much.
“Ma, why not send in Mama aja account?” I'm lirih.
But my mother gave me no answer. He smiled, then explained to the notary. That the money sign so already received.
“This check let my daughter-in-law take care of. If it is liquid, I will tell Bu Manda to come to the house of Mother and Father.”
That's how the sale ends. After everyone came home, Mama immediately gave me a check worth 500 million.
“Zahra that takes care of itself can't you? Mama should be home in the afternoon. The money directly enter into Zahra account aja.”
“But this is mostly, Ma.”
“Zahra, as long as Abram is married, he can't give you a place to stay. The land that should be built in the house, it sells for capital. Just this, which mom can love, so don't refuse.”
My mouth is no longer able to speak. I hugged my mom, thanked her a lot for the love she gave me.
One thing I can be grateful for from this marriage, is having very good in-laws. Who wants to think of his son-in-law like his own son.
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Today is a bit late UP.
Othor is busy at RL 😪
Byeah, othor love selinggan for a while before they divorce. Don't forget the screen ♡♡♡♡