Husband Who Is Always Humiliated

Part 21's. Fear of Poverty

Risma was still standing looking at the magnificent building in front of her after getting off the vehicle.

The magnificent European-style whitewashed house, decorated with moonlight drawn round and sparkling night stars, was much more beautiful when viewed from this close distance.

Risma was stunned, looking puzzled to explain how nice the house Riswan made for their little family. Mother was the same as Risma, until she could no longer speak.

"Corn, Neng. Mom, we go in," Riswan asked as he held Risma's hand tightly.

"Bang?" Risma asked Riswan, but his eyes continued to look towards the new house with four large columns patterned as a buffer.

"Why, Neng."

"Th-this is really our house, Bang?" asked Risma still not sure, if they would live in a house as good and as big as this, even to just dream even he never.

"Alhamdulillah, right, Neng," replied Riswan as he invited his wife in, and the faithful woman was still looking at the situation around. Marvel at the beauty of the garden along with decorative lights that have been arranged so neatly and charming.

Risma and her mother then followed Riswan up about six steps of the staircase to get to the front porch of the house. They both stopped, removed and held up his sandals.

"Neng, Mak, why open the sandals, just wear it," said Riswan, smiling amusedly.

"Later the floor is dirty, Bang," Risma.

"It's okay, Neng, there will be workers who clean if dirty. Already, used again sandalnya," said Riswan, standing a step higher than Risma and Emak, doubt they immediately put back on his footwear.

Upon reaching the main terrace, about 15 people in uniform, most of whom were women standing up to greet them.

"Bang, who are these people, Bang," whispered Risma quietly near her husband's ear.

"It's all the people who work in our house, Neng," Riswan explained.

"Yes, Allah, Bang ... very much, what kind of work?"

"Yes, this brother's wife doesn't have to work, all the homework will be handled by all of them." Riswan then clasped his wife's hand to enter, and was seen to 15 people standing in line face to face looking down to pay their respects to all of them.

The head of this house manager, Bude Ajeng who oversees the workers, introduces them to Risma and mother one by one.

There were 10 female workers, and 5 male workers in sight, with their respective duties and jobs. Precisely Risma and the mother who felt awkward to see them politely introduced themselves.

Risma and mother were again amazed when entering the main room of this house. While Yuli and Neti have been running around here and there followed by the caretakers.

A large, beautiful crystal chandelier hangs over the main hall, with maroon-red sofas adorning the water-clear marble floor with classic teak furniture, and some large paintings were attached to the walls of the room.

Riswan then took his wife and mother-in-law to the backyard, and back Risma made dumbfounded. A standard sized swimming pool faces directly towards the mountain and the valley below, as well as the ornaments of the plants and garden lights on the left and right.

"It's a palace, Bang," he said, unthinkable.

"It's the house of sincerity of love, Neng. The house that you dedicated to Eneng and the children" replied Riswan.

"Eneng, not even dreaming, Bang, has a house as good as this." Keep hugging Riswan's hand. His eyes were looking straight at the mountains.

"Not dreaming can be realized, Neng, especially if Eneng is dreaming," joked Riswan, while gently kissing his wife's hijab.

"Dream cool, just want to be with your brother until old age. Watching our grandchildren grow up and mature, Bang. That's all pretty happy already" he said sincerely, telling me about his best dreams.

"It's a bonus for the loyalty and sincerity of your love, my wife." Riswan then held Eneng tightly into his arms, accompanied by a breeze of mountain breezes that gently caressed the skin of the face, and the wheels of their lives had changed.

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By noon, the next day after Riswan's introductory event at the tea processing plant, the atmosphere in the mansion owned by Juragan Hashim suddenly crowded and full of panic.

The Hashimite priest who was alone at home, because his wife Emak Sawiyah had not yet returned home, had since last gone with Risma after an event at the tea factory.

That night he was completely made unable to sleep. Never thought that the daughter-in-law who had been considered poor, lazy, and unemployed was the fifth richest person in the country. The daughter-in-law whom he often despised, belittled, and never considered to be his existence, had really made him ashamed himself if he ever met Riswan and Risma again.

Ela and Samsiah were still sitting in the living room of the mansion crying. They complained to their father that their husbands, Tohir and Gufron, had been dismissed from their jobs at Riswan's tea company this morning, on the grounds found indications of bribery they do to get a higher position to be appointed to become permanent employees.

"Sir, how is this sir, which will soon have to pay the loan of motorbike, refrigerator, mobile phone. Where to pay if Kang Tohir no longer works," complained Ela, crying.

"Kang Gufron is like that, sir? Removed from work, but Samsiah had just borrowed money from loan sharks for bribes and rent kiosks near the factory. The business hasn't started yet, even Kang Gufron got a PHK."

"Your husband must've got that stop money?" juragan Hasyim asked his two children, still standing in front of the door of his room in the living room.

"No way, sir. Kang Tohir and Kang Gufron were foremen but only freelance daily energy, not permanent employees. Yesterday, would you give sogokon the same insider to be appointed as an employee, sir? Precisely because of the bribe they were even expelled," explained Ela, while wiping her tears.

"Is it possible that they were expelled because of Riswan's orders?" juragan Hashim asked his two daughters. For a moment they looked at each other.

"Yes, sir, Tea Risma should have asked her husband to have Kang Tohir and Kang Gufron appointed as permanent employees, but this was fired instead" Samsiah said, wiping away her tears.

"Teh Risma is absolutely beautiful. Not poor, not rich, just like you never want to get along" said Ela.

"Yes, Ela Tea. Risma tea is like not self-conscious with our kindness as they and their children" said Samsiah.

"So what should we do, sir? Find money where to pay debts." Ela really looks confused.

"Where do you know, you are also dizzy. Your mother did not come home from last night" Hasyim lamented.

"Sir, lend money first to pay the installment of the motorbike and mobile phone, sir," said Ela.

"I also guarantee you, sir. Soon the debt payment is due," said Samsiah.

"Nothing, I don't have any money!" jakak Juragan Hashim's. Not long Amran entered with a face that looks upset, and immediately vent his frustration in front of his father and his two sisters.

"Basic brash! Goddamnit!!" the words, I don't know who.

"You why, Mran, come directly to the rages is not clear," said the Juragan Hashim.

"Amran can't take out factory trash, sir? The big money that Amran gave to insiders so that it could become a cardboard supplier was scorched. Because Mr. Umar heads the warehouse there that received his money today was dismissed," snorted Amran, as his hand hit the wall to vent his irritation.

"Even truck and motorcycle installments will soon have to be paid. While admission is absent," he lamented, while ******-******hair.

"Amran Loan money, sir? Make a car payment." Not yet Juragan Hashim replied,

Ela and Samsiah have already lodged a protest.

"Just like Kang Amran playing the serobot, Ela used to need a loan."

"Samsiah was the one who came to the house of the Father first, Samsiah" the youngest man from Juragan Hashim.

"But Ela Tea speaks first!" as always, not to lose.

"You two need a little. I need a lot!" amran snapped to his two younger siblings.

"Well, if you can't pay, the interest will be even bigger, Kang!" Samsiah did not want to give up on her two brothers.

"Ela is just as blind! Motorcycles and other credit items can be withdrawn if they cannot be paid!"

Amran, Ela, and Samsiah, yelling at each other. The commotion between the two of them was no longer inevitable. Juragan Hashim stood silent at the door of his room, not expecting his children to make a fuss like this.

"Kang Amran, isn't it transporting factory waste anymore? Just sell the truck or divert it to someone else" said Ela.

"You're the one selling your credit and motorcycle goods? If the truck is for business use, not for fun!" amran's Sentak to Ela.

"Allaaahh .. indeed the most greedy Kang Amran!" snarl Ela to Amran. The thoughts of panic and dizziness made each of them mutually emotional.

"Don't just play accuse, Dad."

Paskins ....!

"Amran ....!" Juragan Hashim shouted thunderously, seeing Amran slap his sister Ela who screamed in pain, immediately ran out of the house while crying.

"You're gonna get slapped too!" threatening Amran while pointing at Samsiah, he did not heed the screams from his father, his mind was really in a rage.

Samsiah instantly fell silent in fear.

"Just like you're Amran, playing slap with your sister." Juragan Hashim pulled the shirt Amran was wearing.

"Si Ela's mouth is insolent, sir!" he shouted in self-defense, while brushed aside the hand of Juragan Hashim from his shirt.

Not long after, Ela returned with her husband Tohir in a hurry and full of anger. It seems she complained to her husband about Amran's treatment of him. Tohir used to be Amran's playmate.

The neighbors began to crowded because they heard the commotion and the sounds of shouting from inside the Hashim's House.

No longer talking much, Tohir immediately attacked and hit Amran. Amran who had fallen back to fight, even until they wrestled on the floor. The father with his old Energy could not bear to separate, while Ela and Samsiah cried out in fear.

Neighbors who began to crowded partly entered to break up and separate. Caci maki and the threatening words came out from the mouths of the two of them who were being emotionally controlled.

The fear of poverty makes them flounder to eliminate common sense. The treasure that served the primary purpose. Until the moment the main goal is considered to disappear, then all common sense and conscience also disappeared. And also because of the treasure, many ties of brotherhood were lost because of it. A brother who is capable, sometimes feels higher than a brother who does not have.