Honey Choice in-law

CHAPTER 1

“Surprise!” shouted my husband, while carrying a tray filled with tarts complete with a 7-shaped candle lit on it.

I who just woke up from sleep also felt privileged, and happy of course. This time Mas Sagara preceded me by surprise. Yes, today is our 7th wedding anniversary.

“Come, we blow the candles together!” take Mas Saga, and I nod in agreement.

After blowing the candle, put the tray containing the tart cake on a small table beside the bed. Mas Saga then hugged me and kissed this head in love. Then we sat down on the bed.  “Honey, may our marriage last until later we age together, yes!” said later.

I nodded, “iya, Mas. Mas also ... never get bored with me!” I said from Nyeplos, while leaning the head on the chest of the field.

“Not going!” emphatically. “Which is possible, mas bored. You are my bidadar, the queen of my heart,” he added, while menowel the tip of this nose, friendly. Then we hugged back.

“It's been seven years, but there are no results yet,” quipped Mama-in-law me with a ketus tone, who suddenly entered our room without permission.

Mas Saga and I were surprised. Then let go of each other's embrace.

“Ma, already dong, don't start. It's too early to argue. Saga no longer wants to argue with Mama. It's my happy day, Ma. Plislah!” sahut. While I just looked down.

“You are my only child, Saga. Mama and your father are getting older, and only one of you, mama is expecting a grandchild. Grandson! Not an adopted grandson like Nilam,” said Mama, filled with affirmation.

“Ma, don't carry Nilam on why the hell, Ma. Pity later if Nilam is horrified how? Keep him nanyain his biological parents,” bela Mas Saga. Fiercest.

Almost every day conditions like this are created. Saga is at odds with her parents. It all happened because I had not been able to give him offspring.

I never checked and tried. Ever, even all kinds of ways and efforts have been done and undergo various kinds of therapy. Until adopting a child from the orphanage we named Nilam. His intention is to lure, but what if God does not want. I can what?

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Me and Mas Saga looked at each other. Confusion digests Mama's strange attitude tonight. He was so busy preparing dinner, and told Mas Saga to dress up neatly. It is said that there will be special guests, whom Mama deliberately invited to dinner together.

“Why just wear a shirt. Pake suit, dong! Let's look dashing,” Mama's word to the son only wayangnya.

Mas Saga was sitting on the dining room chair.

“Ma, why so complicated? We just want to eat at home. Eating out is not a drag. What the hell is going on, Ma? Who will come?”

“Later also you know,” said Mama, his hands are busy arranging the menu of cuisine on the rectangular dining table.

I tried to help, but my hand was brushed off.

“Neither help!” snapped Mama. “Later there even messed up the order,” he added sewot.

I tried to stay calm and smile sweetly, even though my heart was in pain.

I ended up just being a spectator while standing on the side of the chair where I used to sit.

Mas Saga who happened to be standing next to me rubbed this shoulder. I know he was trying to strengthen me over his mother's rude attitude towards me just now.

I rubbed the back of Mas Saga's hand that was still resting on his shoulder. I told him I was okay.

Not long after, the doorbell rang.

“Well, that's it already coming!” pekik Mama Semringah's.

“Let me open, Ma.”

“Nevent gone!”

My initiative was rejected outright.

Again, Mas Saga embraced and rubbed this shoulder.

“Propay yes, Darling,” whispers.

“Iya. It's usual.” I smiled sweetly at my husband. As usual, he pulled the tip of his nose.

“Seneng really toel-toel nose. Wonder?” I muttered while holding my nose.

“Ending your nose is pointed.”

“Combined?” My eyebrows are in disbelief.

“Iya. Beeping into.”

“I've expected.” I grumbled a piece. While my man chuckles.

“Sini, just go straight to the dining room!” take your mother to her guests.

My eyes clashed for a moment with my male eyes. We were equally confused when Mama walked along with a woman who was tall and beautiful like Mis Univers. Far, when compared to me who is like this ash scoop.

“Who is he, Mas?” I asked my man in a whispering voice. Mas Saga chimed in by raising the shoulders of the ignorant sign.

“Awas out of the way!” jolt Mama to me. I was originally standing next to my man separated and blocked by the beautiful woman guest Mama.

“You are sitting here!” tell Mama to her guests.

The woman sat down on the chair where I used to sit.

“You are sitting where you are!” tell Mom to Mas Saga. My man protested for being separated from me.

“Weigh just sit aja ribu really!” snapped Mama. Mas Saga glanced at me as if asking for my opinion. I nodded slowly giving her a signal to just massage. It's not why we separated the seats, Mas, the important thing is that our hearts remain attached to each other.

“Known her name is Nadia, her daughter is a friend of mama who lives in the Netherlands.”

Mom introduced her guests to us all.

“She is a career woman, has checked the womb and declared fertile by a doctor. No kayak ...” Mama gave me a glance. Success makes me feel lost. My hands are tightly clenched. Although trying to be patient and what Mama said was true, but this heart trough feels pain.

“What do you mean by Mama, how about gini?” my boycotts.

“Not to doubt pilon. You must know what Mom meant. After all Nadia has also agreed to be ..”

“Nak, you eat it in the room only, yes! Be accompanied by aunty.” Nilam nodded in understanding. Poor thing just now that he was sitting in the dining room was directly faced with a drama that was not worth seeing by my innocent little girl.

“Mbok Guni!”

The thick-bodied middle-aged woman ran over.

“Iya, Mum.” He is ready to take orders.

“Please bring Nilam to the room.  Just bring him food to eat in.”

“Ready, Bu.”

After Nilam was brought into the room by Mbok Mesi. Now stay me, Nadia and Mama in this white dining room.

“Safira, try persuading your husband to marry Nadia again!”

My heart felt pierced by a long sword to hear Mama's word.

“You do not know how a woman who can not give offspring to her husband should do what?”

I was unmoved, unable to chim in with Mama's words. My chest feels tight.

Yes, Ma. I-i know. She had to let her husband marry again. The answer cannot be thrown out just stuck in the heart.

I nodded silently, then I dragged my feet which suddenly felt very heavy into the room following my man.

Arriving in front of the tightly closed room door, I turned back to sculpting. The tears that I had been holding back were so swift. Silencing my mouth so that my sobs are not heard by my man in there.

It may be time to let my husband get married again. So that he can soon have a descendant.

I know it's been a long time since Mas Saga wanted a child. Sons, even with Mama and Papa, they have also been waiting for their grandchildren for a long time. In fact, until now I have not been able to give.

Yes, maybe this is my destiny.

Sighs on display. Trying to strengthen yourself. I wiped the rest of my tears clean and there was nothing left. Then I hit the white door. Opened it. Inside my eyes were immediately fixed on my man who was standing by the window of the room. His eyes looked out at the flickering street lights in front of the house.

“Mas,” my gentle sap. Hugged him from behind. I put my head on his back. Inhaling her scent was like a therapeutic scent to me. Tranquilize.

“Mas apologizes for the attitude of mama who is getting more and more outrageous to you.”

“Hem, I'm fine, Mas.”

“What we moved house only. So that our household is not disturbed by mama.” My man let go of my embrace, then turned to face me.

“Don't Mas! You're the only child, time wants to stay away from Mama. Are you still a boy. Where to look after and put Mama first is your obligation.”

As much as possible I stabilized my breath and voice so as not to flutter when speaking in front of Mas Saga.

“But I don't have the heart, darling, look at you every day being treated unfairly by Mama.”

“I'm okay, Mom. Really. God willing, I am strong.” I tried to smile, even though my heart felt slashed. And eyes almost cried.

Mas Saga pulled my body into his arms. The atmosphere became silent for a while.

“Mas.”

“Hem.”

“Perhaps you should follow the word of Mama this time ...”

I'm not done talking yet, Mas Saga let go of his embrace.

“You've gone crazy, huh?!” as usual. Then leave me alone in the room.

“Mas, first explain me!”

The unthrusted cry of me, and slammed the door of this room so as to cause a noise.

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Nadia is getting more and more intense coming home. Talk to Mom often. Also approach me. Especially the approach to Mas Saga. Certainly at the behest of Mama.

After a long and long process. One of them is a drama played by Mama who threatens to kill herself if Mas Saga refuses to marry Nadia. Finally, Mas Saga obeyed Mama's will.

I know this must be hard on you. As well as for me, Mas. But maybe this is our destiny.

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“This is you sign. Hurry along!" Mama told me to sign a marriage license for Mas Saga.

“The fountain is in the room, Ma. Let me sign in the room.”

“As much as you want to sign where, which is important cepetan!”

I nodded and went to the room. I locked the door from inside. I observed the letter of approval in such a grasp. For the umpteenth time my tears fell.

Oh my God, this is how it feels to pretend to be strong. So hurtful.

This is just a signature letter of approval just asking for forgiveness. Then what if I have to watch my husband's wedding with the honey of my in-laws' choice. Can I?

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