BIRDS IN CAGES

#Episode 22

..."THIS IS MY HOUSE, IS IT MY HOUSE?"...

Home is the best place to go and I miss my home. Missing the shabby place where I was considered family. Then I cried down to see a pile of clothes waving to be washed immediately.

In this house I wake up at 3am to cook, mop, nyepu, nyuci clothes, washing dishes and all the activities that I never did.

It doesn't match what I promised it would be hell for me. I can't go outside, only rooms are allowed even, talking to the neighbors is the biggest prohibition not only that, touching outside the fence is illegal for me. I'm like a Bird in a cage

The heaven he promised was hell for me. Turns out he didn't have a job like he said at the beginning. Every day he hangs out late at night with his friends in front of my room, precisely, his house, then he sleeps after dawn and wakes up at 2 pm.

It is currently the month of fasting. Holy month is a race. At first I just accepted whatever he told me to do, even the compulsion to do what I couldn't do she said, "a woman has to do whatever her man tells her to do" she said.

One example of an education problem he promised to accompany me to do my final college assignment but, in fact, every time I open my notebook he grumbled like a quip

"Still in the morning have focused on your laptop there help ummi in the back"

His grunts were just getting out of bed while I was doing all the housework.

The funny thing is that he said heaven, was spending the money I collected hard while I was in college.

Stupidly I was, at the beginning of the marriage, I decided to trust my husband and I told him my savings were not that much.

I was thinking if we could turn that money around to do our financial business, we'd be safe, in fact, he used to go for walks with his friends while I was in brackets in the room and he was scattering just to look luxurious in front of everyone, to buy a cigarette that can run out every day 3 packs.

I started crying when I couldn't hold a penny and I couldn't work. Even worse, I can't finish my script. I'm in a chain like a slave who must follow the will of the king.

Once I asked permission to review my script revision and he was indifferent,

"Dear I have permission to go to the print place next door"

It was already nine o'clock and he was still struggling with his blanket

"Then deliver me" my ray

"Emmmmm" he answered

"When? I need it right away"

"Yaudah later, don't fuss ah" he snapped

I could only go out and cry alone while reading my thesis. I went back to revise it and you know what? to take me to just print my final assignment, he stalled for a week

He was just sweet in the first 2 weeks after that I just felt like a slave who had to follow whatever he wanted.

So is this a home?

Is this the paradise he promised?

Isn't this the same as what happened in my real home?

I just wanted to escape in the suffering then, why did I fall deeper. In fact, I am currently chained to the shackles of the wedding frills.

I have to rebel.

I'm not getting strong!

What if this was my home? No, this is hell for me.