I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM

WHEN DOES THIS EPISODE END?

I once again smote your chest with my harsh words, Ranti! I am a bad man! You only realize now, don't you? If you're sorry you married the wrong guy. Yep! I am evil and cruel. I was always rude and hurt my heart again and again and more deeply. I don't know why I should do that to you, Ranti! I promised in my heart I would never blame you for what happened to us. My fault! Purely my mistake because I am not strong in faith and resist temptation. I was weak until the devil partied in celebration of my failure to keep the faithfulness and sacred promise of marriage. But I am also a despicable human being who cannot bear the sorrow of being constantly cornered by you and everyone.

Everyone hates me, scolds me. Said I was trash. I swear I drowned in hell. I know, I accept that! Because even though I defended myself I was wrong! I was wrong!

You wives are always right and always the victim of the blasphemy of the men you marry. You are the goddess of beauty and truth. You are the epitome of chastity and we men are the epitome of wild cats who love to steal rotten fish even though their owners feed salmon and supermarket expensive food. The point remains that we men are more wrong.

Don't you think, how do your husbands work for a living to bring you money home? Can you not feel the blessing of the living money produced from each drop of sweat? Don't you realize how many sacrifices your husband made just for a handful of money you said "where is enough money?". It could be that your husband goes through it by selling his pride because it's his work after being appointed and bermaki-maki his boss if the work is wrong. It could be that the money he earned from the results of the struggle with his fellow men who elbowed each other, fighting for places and the attention of his boss.

And you wives very lightly scold again your husband who is not good at looking for money. Who cannot bring more results to cover your needs. And you wives also prefer to play the feeling of thinking your husband is indifferent, no matter when the economy demands for the cost of children, this cost, that cost. Do you not hear the voice of your husband who also wants to please you. The voice of your husband, who is also envious to see his fellow men can give money, clothes and jewelry to his partner and hope he can also give the same to his partner as well.

Then you also think narrowly, when your husband comes home after a day of work with a sour face and tangles are not nice to see. You assume your husband hates coming home. Your husband sucks. Though you wives at home are also busy all day taking care of endless household chores and also dizzy to manage finances that are not in accordance with the needs that you must meet. Then you plant seeds of arrogance that bear fruit of disappointment with the taste of a husband who is unable to make you happy. But don't you realize what your husband actually went through at work? Be happy? Or grieving, which makes his face sour with his face bent sucks. Have you comforted his heart with your words of comfort before you gouged out and thought you too were tired of taking care of the household. Has that been what you guys did????

You are just demanding and sad. Feeling slumped and zolimized because your husband's changing attitude and treatment is no longer as romantic as dating.

What should we husbands do?? Do you give love every morning, afternoon and evening? While our brains are filled with excitement how tomorrow to make money. Than we can get extra money? How can we go overtime to get bonus money? And our wives at home smile with satisfaction and pleasure when today's earnings, this month exceed your expected targets.

Hhh.... When the episode is finished... Hhh... I am tired, God!

At 2pm I took a shower to cool my hot head off with emotion. Because of this emotion also I hurt Ranti again with words. It hurts you too, readers.

I could only cry on the sidelines of the water that hit my face and body. I leave everything to God's Will. Ranti must hate me more and you hate me more because of my words. Hhh.... Let God punish me!

I felt my chest hot and my body cold instantly. I suddenly felt unable to breathe. I immediately took a towel to cover my body. Walk slowly while holding my aching chest. Look for clothes and put them on immediately.

I could only lay my body on a foam mattress with my eyes closed and my lips held back the pain in my chest.

After that I don't know what happened to me.

All I felt was that I was lying in a white-painted bed and the stinging smell of medicine.

There's an infusion hose in my hand. Also my mouth is fitted with breathing apparatus.

"Mass? Are you human?" Ranti suddenly entered my room. He then went back to the doctor to check on me.

Ranti saved me? Ranti brought my body to this hospital?

Oh God!! How noble his heart is as the name of RANTI MULIA when last night I pointed and blamed him with great anger. Oh God!!! He did not care about the pain he felt because of my words to save my life, a despicable man who always torments his bath. Yes Allaah.....! My tears melt getting my affection.

I am just a lowly man who always struggles with sin. Who cannot repay all the kindness and sincerity of his heart to me. He could choose his own happiness without caring about my life anymore.

"Sorry, mom! At dawn, me, the people and RT broke into your house because you didn't wake up when we woke you up. Turns out you fainted with a mouth and nose full of blood, mas! Mr. RT who called an ambulance took you to this hospital!"

"Thank you Ranti! I'm sorry, always bothering you!"

Ranti silent. His face just looked down.

"Go home! I'm all right! I'm pinning an orange, yeah!" I said make her cry. He took my hand and dropped his face on my shoulder. Her crying broke out over my hands. Until the tears wet my whole arm and fingers.

"Why are we like this, mom???Forgive my mistake, my mother!! I'm sorry, mas!"

"I'm the one who should be sorry, Ranti! I was wrong! Go home! Poor Orange too long you stay. Our son must still be traumatized by yesterday!"

"Mas,..excite! Get healed quickly! Orange needs you!"

"Yes, Ranti! Thank you!"

Ranti left after wiping her tears. I just took a deep breath. What the hell is going on with me? What episode again? Is this the last episode? I felt like this was the end of my life. I'm hunching my age will soon be because of the pain that's been hitting my chest lately.

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