Divorce Me!

CHAPTER 3.

It's been a week since my fight with Mas Ali. Not once did he contact me, even if just to ask about his daughter. Although we are no longer husband and wife, but this child is still his son, what as a father, is not his miss in the least on this little daughter.

But what can I expect from a man who has no heart. After nursing my daughter until she fell asleep, I chose to sit on the porch, breathing air to organize my still-broken heart.

While the mother went to the neighbor's house, helped cook for the Friday evening study later. It was commonly held in my village. The mothers took turns helping the rations turn, making a ceremony of silent prayer for the fathers held at night.

While thinking about the continuation of my life and my daughter at this time, suddenly a motorbike entered the yard of this house.

I frowned seeing the arrival of the woman who was my sister-in-law. Rani's sister, Mas Ali's wife.

Mbak Rani fared the same as me, she could only give birth to three daughters for Mas Bambang. Until Mas Bambang decided to remarry, but Mbak Rani is different from me, he accepted the decision more.

For him as long as, Mas Bambang still gives a monthly living for him and his three daughters, that alone is enough. In the mind of the woman there is only money and money, as long as there is money wants her husband married any time will not be a burden on his heart.

Sometimes I get confused, with his way of thinking in my ex-husband's family. Why do they become more fond of boys than girls. Though they are not people who are from a certain tribe that aggravates carrying a clan.

"Mbak" I said kindly.I wrote a sweet smile on my lips that felt wry.

Although my heart beats badly, there must be some bad news that brought this woman here, but I am as kind as I can to be. However, again I had to swallow the bitterness, getting a less friendly look from him.

"You're such a strong ass, Ma! Wear it to be mixed up with everything! Are you willing to support your child?" mama Rani's speech without further ado. I can't stop thinking about this attitude of his. As a fellow woman who suffered the same fate, she should have stood up for me and comforted me, instead of following my corner.

"Then I have to be the way Ma'am, just accept being combined as it is natural. I can't and I'm not as strong as Mbk" I replied as casually as I could. Even though in the heart it seems like it will explode and crumble. From the corner of my eye, I saw the woman slam her wide ass into the chair next to me.

"What is important, right, is that you are still blessed by Ali, rather than being a widow like this? You think being a widow is good, what?! Difficult Sukma, hard!" said Ms. Rani who I responded with a bitter smile.

Being the only wife of my life has been hard, let alone having honey. Mas Ali does give a living, but it's free! If after Mas Ali gives, my mother-in-law will come to undermine the money back. As if not sincere if the salary of his son is given to his wife.

"My decision is already round Ma'am, I'd rather widow my inner origin calm down, than live in the mix!" reply lirih.

"The more your mind will calm down, if to eat alone you are difficult? You should have realized, Sukma! You are now barren, where there are men who want to widow one child but can not give them another child. Although I admit you are beautiful, beautiful is of no use. If you can't give them a child. Like, yes, yes, you are an arid field," said Mbak Rani insulted me. His mouth wasn't filtered by his brain first. Add to this wound in the heart.

"Let it be my business later, Ma'am! You don't have to worry about my future, Ma'am. Better take care of your life Ma'am! Hopefully Ma'am doesn't have a worse fate than me at the moment" I said. This chest has gone up and down actually, but as much as possible I can still hold it.

"Eh..kamu advised, notya thank you even doain Mbak bad-bad! It's true said mother, you're an ungrateful son-in-law!" Reply Sister Rani ketus, while throwing a brown envelope from her pocket on my lap. After I opened it, it turned out to be a subpoena from the Religious Court.

"I came here because Ali asked me to deliver it to you, he was lazy to come to this hut of yours. Haram said!"

Whahuh? Haram? I took this breath out violently. Ignoring that brown envelope in my hand.

My emotions began to peak hearing her words earlier. Although I know Mbak Rani just deliver, but it feels like he said it. Insulting my mother's house like a hut, but this house is where she has been for the past few years.

"Sir, tell your sister-in-law that this shack she despised was where she had been sheltering for several years. If he says it is illegal to set foot here, then I will also ban what he has enjoyed in this house. And about the living he gave all this time, just ask your favorite mother-in-law! How much of my living rations he takes from me each month. Even the rest was not enough to buy our food for a month!" my answer is no less loud make Mbak Rani flabbergasted. Ms. Rani seemed to have been surprised by what I just said, as if in disbelief.

"It can't be a mother like that, you don't slander, Sukma!" he said he didn't believe.

"I'm not slandering Ma'am, but that's the truth. Good mother gets a living from Mas Bmbang, tai mother never once injected him. While I. always mother asked back with a variety of reasons, all this time I was silent because it keeps the feelings of Mas Ali. But this is his reply to me?!" my murmur.

Tears were dripping down my cheeks, my heart so sorely reminiscing about my mother-in-law's very different treatment of her daughters-in-law.

Somehow from the first time Mas Ali's mother never liked me. His treatment was very different from my other brothers-in-law. As if choosing love.

"No. I don't believe what you said, the mother didn't. The proof that he loves us, often brings souvenirs for me and my children. Even my mother also often gave me and her other daughter-in-law extra shopping money. Maybe you're just an ungrateful daughter-in-law!" sulkak Mbak Rina while moving away.

I can only stroke my dad and be privileged with their treatment and insults towards me.