Divorce Me!

Part 26's. Two-Faced Woman

It doesn't feel like a month has passed. That means, it has also been a month I bear the status of Lady Amar Anggara. Since marrying Mas Amar, I have had an extra routine every weekend, which is to visit my mother-in-law's house and eat together.

Just like me and Amar are doing right now. Towards lunch, we arrived at this big house. Fitri and I got out of the car, and walked towards the entrance. I remember what happened when I set foot in this house. A few years ago, as Sukma the seller of hodgepodge.

But the truth is now, I set foot in this house as the eldest daughter-in-law of Ms. Romlah. I didn't think that now, she was my mother-in-law. It feels like all that still feels like a dream.

Of course, that fact makes me happier. Miss Romlah besides well also very dear to Fitri, she also never distinguishes between Fitri and Kenzo. That little girl of mine, has no shortage at all, of the affection of a grandmother.

"Geez!"

Get off the car, Fitri immediately ran a small approach to Miss Romlah who was sitting on the terrace waiting for our arrival.

"Geez, Oma's grandson don't run, you fall, Nduk!" said Ms. Romlah while carrying Fitri into her arms. I walked over and smiled seeing my in-laws' gentle treatment.

"Sorry we came a little late, Ma. I still have business in the office earlier," said Mas Amar, after me and Mas Amar greet mama. Yes ... mama is the call I'm calling Ms. Romlah now. As he wishes.

"Wes .. nothing, the important thing is that you have arrived. Come, in!" Mama took Fitri's hand and led us into the house. Towards the dining room. At the dinner table is waiting for Naila and her husband, Reno. And their son, Kenzo.

Kenzo is one year older than Fitri. Mas Reno smiled to welcome us, Mas Amar's brother was notoriously friendly since long ago. The person is polite, even though sometimes a bit whiny, in my opinion.

Mas Amar and I sat in front of Mas Reno and his wife. The woman looked at me with a less friendly look. Because it was since High School, we were never close, never even berserk greeting.

Ms Romlah was sitting at the end of the table, which was flanked with Fitri and Kenzo.

"Finally the princess and the king came, did we have to starve before you came!" naila. Enough to make my heart pinched, his words sounded so sniffy.

"Naila .." said Reno, pulling a shirt over his wife's shoulder, as if he didn't like her saying that.

"Eemm .. sorry, because it was Kenzo ... whining for food." Naila finally said. Seems compelled.

"Mama, didn't you say you wanted to eat, you ate! There is no need to wait for your mother and your mama" said mama.

I feel uncomfortable being near Naila, I feel like this woman has her own grudge against me. Everything I do is always wrong in her eyes. Mas Reno and Mom were so nice to me.

I chose to enjoy the food in silence, regardless of Naila's gaze that was still staring at me. I don't give a shit. After all ... we only met once a week, when Mas Amar and I stayed at this house.

After lunch, I sat back in the backyard, sitting under a mango tree playing my gawa while watching Fitri and Kenzo playing together.

The name is children, they both sometimes look compact but sometimes also quarrel just because of something trivial. As it stands, Kenzo and Fitri suddenly get into a fight, only because of the mischievous Kenzo, seizing Fitri's Barbie doll-shaped toy. Make the doll's head break. Outraged, Fitri spontaneously hit Kenzo on the head with the doll in his hand. As a result, Kenzo was now crying in a loud voice.

I got up from my seat and approached. "Darling not to be so alike, Kenzo! Already Kenzo do not cry anymore, Fitri's sister, right, ngak intentionally, Mas Kenzo also do not be ignorant of Fitri's sister, yes!" soft becukku.

I tried to stop her crying by giving her understanding. But instead of stopping crying, Kenzo's voice grew louder as if he was looking for attention.

"What are you, my son, Sukma!" naila shouted out loud in my ear. Maybe because he heard the sound of his son's crying so loud.

I stood up and looked back, I saw Naila coming closer towards us. Seeing his face in the bend, has made this heart taste bad.

Kenzo who saw his mother coming immediately ran into Naila's arms, while Fitri shifted and hid behind me. As if asking for protection. My daughter seemed scared, seeing Naila's unfriendly face.

"I asked, what are you, my son? Until we cry like this!" naila shouted to me again. His voice sounded so loud.

"Just you say, my son to cry gini you say nothing. Heh ... Sukma you take care of your child is fine, so girls don't be naughty, don't you think mama and Mas Amar like you here, make both of you want to!" sulk Naila.

Makes my heart even more unpleasant to hear it, just because of a child's problems, he became nagging everywhere. His name is also children, they fight a little while and then an hour later they will make up again.

"I'm sorry, Nay. Maybe I'm the one who's watching them. But I guess, you don't have to get so angry, his name is also a child. Right now they're fighting, another hour will be fine, too" I said apologetically.

I'd rather give up than continue this fight. Shame to see people! Old but fighting like children.

"Great son of yours to say, yes. You two should be self-aware, who are you in this family! And you're Fitri, you're just the son of a cheating man. You are not the granddaughter of the Anggara family. So don't act like a princess here!"

Deghs.

This heart aches, hearing the words that come out of that sharp mouth. Just a trivial matter, should he insult and bring up the origin of my daughter. I stared at Naila sharply. This heart is so claustrophobic with all the rumbling that is blowing.

Naila folded her hands on her chest, she looked back at me with a grin, as if mocking.

"Why look around! Not accept? That is the truth, right. You are just a poor and cheap woman who seduces Mas Amar just for his treasure ..."

Plaque!

One slap I slapped on her smooth face, her words were enough to tear my heart apart. So rotten was that mouth saying words that dropped my pride. Especially at this time, there are still small children.

"You dare slap me, Sukma! How presumptuous of you!" hardik Naila's. He held her cheek which may now feel hot.

"What's this, you fuss? Your voice is heard all the way inside." Mas Amar's voice surprised us.

Mas Amar came with Mas Reno and Mama. The three of them looked at us in confusion.

"Sir, you can slap me mbak! I'll speak carefully, so that Fitri does not misbehave Kenzo. Pity my son if it hit Fitri continuously. Look, Mas, Fitri hit Kenzo until my son cried, I just reprimanded your wife, but your wife didn't take it and slapped me,"

Naila's voice suddenly sounded soft and clear. The look on his wrathful face immediately changed drastically, very different 180 drajat, with earlier.

You two-faced woman!

Mas Amar stared at Naila and Kenzo who had stopped crying, only the trace of tears was still visible on his cheeks. Then he turned to look at me.

"What exactly is this, Sukma?" ask Mas Amar to me. Take this breath for a moment before speaking, easing the slight rumble that still bursts in the heart.

"I know, Sister Sukma is a good person, you will not believe my words. But let's see this, look at this cheek. Still holding his five-finger stamp and you see Kenzo's tearful face, don't you believe me!"

Naila's finger pointed at the former hand on her face, then turned to show Kenzo's face that was still swollen to Mas Amar. Make Mas Amar quiet. Mama and Mas Reno exchanged looks.

"I know since Sukma's arrival in this house, you are more dear to Sukma and Fitri than to us. But you have to remember, Kenzo, the original grandson of the Anggara family is not Fitri. So please, don't ignore my son's feelings" Naila said. What an expression he played made everyone feel sorry.

"Here, this problem should not be exaggerated anymore. Enough already! Naila take your son to the room. And you Amar take your wife and children to the room! This fight is quite up here. Do not extend it again, tips finish with a cool head, later," said mama finally mediate. Mama went into the house followed by Mas REno and Naila.

I don't know, I'm confused what to react to? Opening your mouth and explaining it is also free. My heart ached hearing all Naila's words. Indirectly also made me aware, my status and position in this family.

Nor do I expect anything, property or social status. I just want to live quietly in a peaceful family. Is that hard?