
Melinda continued to feel sadness that could no longer be described with words. Only her tears were a sign of how hurt she was. However, as much as possible Melinda muffled the crying so as not to wake Atha who was still asleep. Right now, only the child is the strength for him to survive all the lara that come in a row.
Where else should I complain? I don't have anybody. There is no place for me to complain about all this pain.
Melinda's eyes closed with the pain that pierced the soup. The pain that should be slightly treated by crying, it is increasingly tight. It was as if paralyzing his slowly fragile soul.
"I'm sorry, dear." Melinda rubbed the top of Atha's head and landed a kiss on the boy's forehead. For now, Melinda must be stronger to survive again for the sake of Atha. Just for the sake of the boy.
***
Melinda spends time with Atha. After checking Atha's health, Melinda also played together and even obeyed all the wishes of the child. Seeing Atha's smile that radiated happiness, as if to be a solace to Melinda's heart.
"Mom, tomorrow again, yeah." Atha spoke enthusiastically. Melinda nodded her head as she rubbed the child's hair slowly.
"of course. Whatever you want, I'll try to make it happen. Just so you promise to get well soon." Melinda pinched Atha's nose.
"of course. If I recover and grow up later. Then I'll take care of Mom. I won't let a single person hurt Mom. Including the father or grandmother though," said Atha excitedly.
It created a sigh in Melinda's heart. There is a sense of tightness and haru that mixes into one. Without feeling it, the two women's eyes looked wet. Before Atha saw, Melinda erased quickly. Then, hugging the child very tightly as if not wanting to let go.
"You're a mother hero. I love you."
Melinda also chose to end the conversation and immediately invited Atha to go home. I don't want her son to be exhausted. When Atha was asleep, Melinda immediately prepared to go to work.
While getting ready, the Goddess came while looking at him cynically. Melinda also tried to be indifferent and stay busy getting ready.
"Just be a prostitute!"cibir Goddess. It was like testing Melinda's patience. "Say work at the cafe, uh it turns out at the nightclub."
"Mom, I'm leaving. Don't ruin my mood." Melinda tried to dare to fight back. Not if you have to keep getting trampled.
"Going away. I want to see why I have to wait."
This time Melinda's patience is as thin as a tissue. He got up and looked at the Goddess with a defiant look. There was no fear at all even though the woman was her mother-in-law.
"Mom, stop insulting me. After all, I struggled hard to find money for your granddaughter's treatment. Moreover, now Mas Fatih always asked me for money to gamble. You should blame your child for not being responsible for his child and his wife" Melinda said fearlessly.
"What's going on?" ask Fatih who just entered the house. He looked at Melinda and the Goddess in turn.
"Fatih, your wife is so insolent. To have money, to be arrogant for mercy. She vilified you even dared to yell at mom. Fatih, my heart really hurts with his haughty attitude." The goddess complained while rubbing eyes that did not release any clear liquid at all. While Melinda clucked upset because her mother-in-law was so good at theatrics.
Without asking Melinda, Fatih went straight to that time and gripped his wife's arms very firmly. "You've dared to be insolent?"
"Mas, you don't know the truth yet. Your mother ...."
"What book!" benar Fatih's. "You're gonna insult and yell at him again? You should have realized that the despicable one was you!"
"Mas, why are you talking like this? I'm your wife, Mom." Melinda was crying again. Really, he hated this whiny and fragile self so much. He does not want to be weak. However, he now realized that the more he fought the more he would lose.
"Rather than you making trouble here. Better now you go and get some money." Fatih threw his wife's body violently.
Not wanting to argue which would actually make his heart hurt, Melinda chose to leave. He first kissed Atha who was asleep. Luckily, Atha did not hear their quarrel.
Melinda left with a troubled heart. His mind could not concentrate at all. She was frustrated with the attitude of her in-laws and her husband. The more days Melinda felt her life was getting weird. Not wanting to waste when working, Melinda secretly asked permission to Aunt Sisca for a holiday tonight.
Melinda did not go home immediately, did not want her heart again confused by the circumstances if she saw two annoying people at home. Melinda does not have any good friends. If the friend in the prostitution place is just a friend working.
Melinda steps unconsciously towards a nightclub. For him now this is the only place that makes him able to forget for a moment his life problems. Despite being a night woman, but honestly Melinda never once touched the illegal drink.
However, there was now no escape for Melinda other than there. The woman ordered one bottle of liquor and downed it quickly. No matter though the drink feels foreign and like it will burn the throat.
"Oh my God, my head's getting so dizzy." Melinda had her head on the table. Feeling everything he saw was swirling around. Several times Melinda shook her head to clear her eyes, but all for free. Like many flying ants he saw.
"You're fucking, Fatih!" Melinda began to fumble in obscurity. "I'm stupid to still be your wife and hang with you. Especially staying with that old woman. Ahh."
The longer, the more Melinda raved the more unclear. All the hatred that had been harbored, now came out unknowingly. In between the dizziness that began to get worse, Melinda continued to mingle and cuss her husband and in-laws. In fact, Melinda could suddenly cry a mouthful. Some of the people who were there were just looking in wonder.
"Ah, I better get home. Atha must have been waiting for me." Melinda got up and picked up the bag lying on the table. Then he staggered to leave the place. Although not going straight home or sleeping on the side of the road, the most important thing is that Melinda can get out of the place full of obedience.