
...Assalamualaik...
...****************...
"Villia, where are you going?"
"I'm going to sleep in the guest room."
"I'm hungry."
Villia heard enough, then exited the room while carrying her pillows, bolsters and blankets.
Villia continues to cook for her husband and for herself, although she is angry, she will not forget her obligations as a wife.
Varo sat down at the table while waiting for the wife's cooking to be ready. The atmosphere of the house which is usually filled with laughter is now silent without sound. Neither Varo nor Villia likes this situation but whatever the force, their ego is still within each one.
After finishing eating, Varo did not immediately leave the dining table but sat pensively while looking at the back of his wife was washing dishes.
After washing the dishes Villia was surprised to see the husband who was still sitting at the table eating.
"Is there anything to discuss?" asked Villia while leaving the kitchen. He looked around the room in the house. The room was as messy as a broken ship.
Villia sighed, but she had no intention of tidying it up, Villia was about to enter the guest room, but Varo prevented her.
"Enough Villia."
"Why? There are still many women out there who are ready to be Mas Varo's wife. Take, for example, Dhea. Mama and Sameya don't like me at all. Mas only dared to pressure me at home, while Mama and Sameya Mas let. Once - open your eyes, look who they are."
Villia knows Mas Varo is not blind. He just closed his eyes to this problem. Choosing his family for religious reasons.
"Punish me, Mas can give all of Mas's salary to Mama and Sameya. Mas will also be more free with Mbak Dhea and we do not need to fight anymore just because Mas gave Mama and Sameya money secretly without having anyone hurt and Mas can give what what they want without anyone getting hurt again. Mas will also be more free to take time for Mama and Sameya without having to lie again."
"Throw that narrow mind Villia!" varo said as he reached for the wife's hand. However, as quickly as lightning Villia pulled her hand.
"A divorce is the best way to solve all our problems."
When Villia wanted to continue her sentence, suddenly Varo's phone rang. The phone screen says Sameya. Varo immediately shifted the green color icon upwards.
"Mama's in the hospital" Sameya said in a panic across the street.
"Ok I'll be there soon." said Varo. The phone connection was also cut off.
"I want to go to the hospital. You want to come?"
But, Villia did not budge from her place. He just shut up and nodded.
"You just go. I'm not coming."
"Vill, what the hell are you doing? You know he's my parents. The one who gave birth to me, the one who raised me. You're being emotional."
"And I've always been this way because of your family and yours. I'm asking us to end well."
"Forget over. There is no farewell. I've said many times that the money to buy the land Mama borrowed did not ask."
"Fuckup. I don't like men who don't have principles in their households."
"So you say, I'm your husband."
"For me, you're Mama Mas's son. Not my husband."
...💝💝💝💝💝...
...Maybe we have experienced phases where , we are always disappointed, hurt, or unappreciated in-laws, in-laws, even unappreciated by the couple. The phase wants to go as far as possible, wants to go not because it is not in love, or it is not dear but because it is on the edge of being tired because the wounds that have been cut too deep. Tired of defending the home....
...💝💝💝💝💝...
Villia stood still, staring at her husband's back that was getting smaller and smaller and then disappeared from the eyes of Villia.
Awakened by the cold of the tears, one drop, two drops until the droplets turned into a stream.
...THANKS...