Honey Choice in-law

CHAPTER 2

Shaky hands are not playing when you want to sign a marriage agreement again for my husband. Tears keep on breaking. I let out a long sigh, then wiped the tears flowing down the cheeks. A moment of silence calmed down.

Closing his eyes, inwardly rumbling encouraged and strengthened himself. I slowly opened my eyes, and again grabbed the pen I had originally placed on the letter. Then I slowly etched the ink where I should have signed it.

Huf, done too.

Usually if I have finished something then the relief will creep into the recesses of the heart. However, this time the fret is getting worse. My chest tightened like I was squeezed into a hill. So hurt.

I was shocked by the sound of the door slamming and the screams of Mama from outside the room. “Signatures only a long time ago. Booth!”

I let out a long sigh, rubbing the rest of the tears, “while, Ma. It's done,” I replied later.

I went out of the room with a smile. Continuing the drama behaves as if it is fine. Then she handed her letter to Mom. Mama rubbed it rough, then left me who was still staring at the door.

After Mama came downstairs back downstairs, I leaned against the door leaf. Trying to neutralize the raging taste in the chest.

Again, these tears I can't stand. Slide so fast.

I floated, thinking later what if Mas Saga was really married to Nadia. Will I be strong?

The sound of shoes made me flinch from the daydream. Immediately I rubbed my tears, took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Back put on a face pretending to be strong, pretending to be fine.

“Asalamu’alaikum, Darling,” greet my man from a distance, while sharing a smile as young as possible. I say hello with a smile too.

“Why are you standing here?” tanyanya.

I took her hand and I kissed her with the solemn back of her hand. I felt Mas Saga rubbing the tip of my head wrapped in hijab. Lovingly.

It's still the same I think, even if my man is going to marry another woman soon. However, his attitude, his affection, all of nothing had changed. It's still exactly the same as before.

“I was going to go downstairs, but it fit the sound of Mas's shoes. I decided to wait for Mas here.”

“Hemm, kangen yes?” my man's tease, while walking up the tip of this nose as usual. Then embracing this shoulder, we walked hand in hand into the room.

I performed the ritual as usual, putting my husband's briefcase in place. He opened his tie and shirt and opened his shoes. As usual I get a wage in the form of a friendly kiss on this forehead.

“Udah, hunt shower there. Odor.” I close my nose pretending to bewildered, even though the smell of sweat mixed with perfume after work is what always makes me miss it hard.

I swung a step towards where the towel was draped. So I took it and gave it to my man who was waiting at the bathroom door.

As long as my man took a shower, I prepared a change of clothes and I put them on the bed. Then go downstairs to mix with Mama and Nadia. Of course after saying goodbye to Mas Saga who is still struggling with water in the bathroom.

Seeing Mama and Nadia sitting on the sofa in the living room, I immediately sat on the sofa next to her.

“Later after you marry Saga, do not use contraception, yes. Anyway you should immediately give the mother a grandchild. Okay!” Mama's hand clasped Nadia's clean white fingers. Lovingly. And Nadia seemed to enjoy it.

I'm here as if invisible to the eye. Neglected, ostracized.

My chest came back like it was hit by something very heavy, sick and tight. I was jealous to see my mother-in-law's closeness to my future partner.

The early years of Mama's marriage were also such a concern to me. However, it's been a long time since our relationship has been stretched, the factor is because I can never give him a grandchild.

Mama's been ostracizing me in this house. Especially when Mas Saga always stood up for me in front of him. Mama hates me even more, she thinks I've poisoned her son's mind.

I always do the opposite. Counseled my man not to be so outrageous to the woman who had given birth to him.

The neat and fragrant Mas Saga came down with us, sitting by my side.

“Let's eat! Mama is hungry.” Mama stood up and joined hands with Nadia towards the dining room. My husband and I are behind him.

“Mas, I call Nilam first, yes, to his room,” my farewell. Saga nodded.

Saga was arguing with Mama. I tried to mediate them as usual. Until finally my man chose silence a thousand languages.

After the situation in the dining room returned peacefully, I immediately took out a plate of rice complete with side dishes. I took her to Nilam's room.

I opened the door to Nilam's room slowly. When the door was wide open I saw my little angel struggling at the study table. My little girl didn't realize I was coming.

“Asalamu’alaikum, Darling,” I said slowly, hoping not to surprise him.

“Wa’alaikumsalam, Ma.” Nilam just looked at me for a moment. Then focus on looking back at the book.

“Nilam again what?” my lot while embracing her tiny shoulders. After putting the plate containing food on a small table next to his bed.

“Against the picture, Ma.”

“Hemm, what picture, Nak?”

“This is me, this continues Mama, this is Papa with Aunt Nadia,” he explained in an innocent style. My heart again throbbed pain seeing the results of Nilam's images.

The first row was Nilam then I was Mas Saga, and next to him was Nadia. From the results of this picture as if Nilam knew what really happened in this house. It's just that he doesn't understand how to express his inner unrest. So through the picture he revealed his fear.

“Ma, picture Patchouli, good, no?”

My little girl brought the picture closer to my face.

“Good,”

“I want to show Papa and Aunt Nadia if it is.” He rushed down from the chair. I'll shake his shoulder immediately.

“Let's go, point to Pap and Tante Nadianya. Now Nilam is here first. Eat in room only.”

“Why can't Nilam eat with Oma, Papa, and Mama and Aunt Nadia?”

“Not allowed, Honey, but Oma, Papa, and Aunt Nadia are talking about important things for adults.”

“Oh, so. So Nilam can't follow you yet, Ma. Wait for the adult Nile first, is that it?”

I nodded slowly. Trying to smile despite a tight chest.

“Continue when is the adult Nile, Ma?”

“Still a long time, Son. I will also know, grown up. If Nilam enjoys the process of maturing himself.”

The little girl nodded as if she understood.

“Yes already, now Nilam eat yes, it's ready mama there.” I pointed to a plate of food and a glass of water and a glass of milk at the small table beside his bed.

“Iya Ma, later Patchouli eat.”

“Eum, does Nilam want mama bribe?”

Quickly my little girl shook her head. “No Ma, Patchouli ‘kan already big. Later Nilam eat alone,” sergahannya.

“OK, if so now mama join Oma, Papa, and Aunt Nadia, yes, in the dining room. Later if Nilam needs anything, just call mama or Simbok.”

Nilam muttered while nodding understandingly. I got out of Nilam's room, and headed back to the dining room.

My steps stopped at the doorway between the living room and the dining room watching the painful scene. Hands clenched perfectly. Jealousy burns this heart.

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