Between Me and My Madam

Part 140's. Pov Nia's.

I used to think if happiness was impossible for me. But it turns out everything I thought was wrong. I feel happiness after my suffering. The weight of the twists and turns of life once made me think to be discouraging, as if blaming the giver of life when the ordeal grew heavier. But my little heart brushed off that thought, for it is impossible for suffering to overcome happiness. After suffering, happiness will not arise.

As I feel right now, having a loving and loving husband. A big family that loves me so much, and my two children who make my life more perfect. I always pray that my children will not feel what I have ever felt.

In every prayer I always hope my children are always surrounded by good people and happy always. Later adults can be children who have the nature and kind heart and get the best soul mate.

And the Father of Inspiration who was once my father-in-law, also loved me as much as my own son. The figure of the father who always accompanied his daughter in times of distress. Always protecting me when many trials come my way. He never got tired of standing by me and protecting me until someone followed me.

He was willing to do anything for my happiness, all of which I might just forget. How could I forget his happiness and sacrifice. Because he suffered more than me. I always wished him well in his old age, and I'm sure Dad is very happy with his daughter-in-law Melly. The kind and sweet woman that Mas Alan loves, especially Dad already knows Melly and her family.

Now we all live happily without resentment, hate, even we all become family. Bitter memories let me keep to myself, not tell my grandchildren. It's just a love and happiness story that I'll tell my grandchildren later. Let them know how to create real happiness.

"Darling..ayo into the room!" Take my husband as I sit on the porch with Papa Jaya's extended family. On holidays like this time we always take time to gather with the big family at Papa's house.

"Ello..why do you take Nia, to the room of broad daylight gini? Don't be perverted in broad daylight!" Said Oma, who was busy chatting with me and the others.

"Chat with Mama, Oma and Aunt Binti it has no benefit at all. You can all make my wife have traits like yours!" Said my beloved husband, me and Papa just chuckled at his scolding with a ruffled waist.

Yes, my husband was afraid I could contract their nature. Oma who likes a ceplas ceplos, nosy like my husband, and a nature that no one wants to beat. Including defeated Mama and also Ello.

And Mama who likes her own will, stubborn, and has a high desire to get the perfect. Sometimes the choice is wrong. And of course always lose when dealing with Oma. But they make my life more colorful, which makes me happier. They always love me.

They have different properties but still they are always compact in making problems. But to my husband they were a riotous culprit, and he was afraid that I could have a trait like theirs.

And the mature Papa Jaya always mediates the Oma and Mama debate every day. Papa is understanding and always keeps what he knows about the big mistake Mama hid from Papa. She still loves her mother, even though she always makes mistakes big or small. But his love is greater than anything.

And my husband, has the same traits as the nosy Oma, the stubborn Mama, and has the mature nature of Papa. Yes, if again he will be nosy, if he has a desire he must get like Mama and if there is a big problem with friends, family or people closest to him. He always acts like a grown-up Papa. The point is he has the nature of his three elders, really very colorful nature right!

"Mama..." Shouted Zacky as he came with Lena and the Sky.

"What's up Zac..." Ask Aunt Binti when Zacky sits down and rests his head on Aunt's boat.

We all fell silent as Zacky looked sad, while Lena smiled broadly as if she had gotten the draw.

"But.ada Om Zac cama Aunt Ena, must be a nigger." Said my daughter's moon which is very chatty, whose nature is like anyone else if not her Father, Oma and Grandma.

"Moon can't talk like that, son!" Soft pet.

"Emang Om Zac cama Aunt Ena shy begicu Bun. The moon is cebel!" His words made Oma and Mama chuckle. My hand shut the mouth of the moon so that it doesn't speak like that again.

"Denger to Zac, little boy. What else are we, aren't we Ma?" Mama asked with her lips on Oma.

"We. You're just Ne, Mama's not so good. But it's beyond the word sebel!" Oma.

"Grandma's grandmother is not compact," said Mama slowly but still heard in my ear.