BIRDS IN CAGES
#Episode 26's
"I Rebellious: Honest over the taste in the chest"
I've been at my mom's house for two days and she hasn't tried to pick me up. Then he and his family came to pick me up and asked me to come back home. Persuasion continues to be heard so that I want to make peace and I agree to it anyway soon I do not want any hostility.
His topic remains unchanged about him, and all his advantages. I just kept trying to hold back my anger and annoyance but honestly I was getting fed up with it all. While pressing my ego I kept trying to smile. I went home and tried to be at peace with myself.
When the afternoon began to chat melodious with the tasting madrasah full of santri. I sat in front of the terrace-in-law while accompanying my bangkan. Suddenly my brother-in-law said...
"You can tell me whatever you want to tell me not to be damned" he told me
"What do I need to tell you?" I ask to go back to confused
"Never do you sniff. In the past, when my late brother was still alive he used to tell me stories"
"To be honest yesterday when I came home it was already at the end of my patience" I told the aunt
"I know that! yesterday, when everyone was shocked by your attitude, I also said that. You're not crazy, so it's impossible to be angry for any obvious reason" she explained to me
*"Sorry, my attitude is so bad, I just wanted to teach my husband a lesson" *
"Because that's why my aunt knows you, not alone so, the story might calm you down" my aunt patted me on the shoulder and went over to her son
Tonight the stars are wooing the night and the moon is lovingly tampa with the disturbance of the rain soldiers. When I started writing my story, the roar of the story scrambled to be made into a script of life. Just then someone opened my room and suddenly lay down beside me and said...
"What a shame" he asked sitting next to me
"Why isn't it all right?" I put the notebook down and served it
I began to understand how he asked for rations as if he was used to it, I followed his wishes. I just do my duty as a wife do not ask, if I am satisfied with her, of course, only as an obligation. He only focused on his own enjoyment and never asked if I was satisfied or at least accompanied me to sleep. I'm not a whore.
At this point I feel like I'm just a whore, the funny thing is I feel like a whore is luckier than I am. The prostitute serves and she gets paid after that. Marriage is a prison for a woman. When we get married, we are all taken away from us. Even to dream we dare not.
Very presumptuous my mouth said so how not, I feel like a whore. Last night for him with his friends in front of my room then play games and drink coffee until morning. He came to me only when he wanted his church bird in the belay.
He turned off all the lights and shut all the windows and then, he locked the door and came to me. He told me to satisfy the desire of the sparrow as he defended me like the beginning of falling in love, and he said, Enough at the core. Then after that he fix the scabbard again, and leave me and pass with his friends as if I was just satisfied.
Again I began to get tired of it all but, I kept it all because of the power of writing. I still have a place to just tell all the restless and troubled tampa there is something I cover.Lantas what is my story if I am forbidden to write again?
Can I survive?
