Love Sangkala

Chapter 3

"I want to sell rings because your son, as my husband, won't give me money. Because her family needs her money so much, for fun!" I said to get them to flinch.

Let my mother-in-law be ashamed. Because my feelings are mixed, knowing the facts about my husband.

There's no more love for Dion for me. What kind of marriage is this, I survive is never appreciated.

I passed away leaving Mom and Gita. Who was still dumbfounded by my words earlier. Make their faces flushed with embarrassment.

Mother cursed me. But I didn't hear exactly what he said. Because I-speed up this step, to immediately leave in front of them.

I'm counting the ring sales money. After being forced to sell it, at the same price as the gold shop earlier.

Because I need to go home, and see Mom and Dad.

"Assynolt..!" della's voice seemed to have just returned from school.

"Walaikumsalam." - sahutku.

My daughter walked towards me who was still in the room, the door opened.

Della kissed the back of my hand in reverence.

"Mom bought you crispy fried chicken, your favorite. Eat baby, then change clothes,"

"okay, Mum. It's good to have chicken,"

"Yes, I have a fortune. Later I will register you to participate in recreation yes," I said.

"No, ma'am, I don't want you to find it hard to make money for me. I'm definitely not allowed to" he said.

Della is 9 years old. But my daughter has always understood my situation.

"How many days are there?"

"Lies in 2 days, ma'am, all my friends have signed up. Fifth and sixth grade. But some of them don't come too!"

"Yes, you change clothes there. We'll eat together!" my word and followed by Della.

I put the money in my wallet and put it in my closet, tomorrow I will go to the village. So it's impossible to accompany Della if she's recreational.

Later after the business in the village is finished, I will invite my daughter to refresh with Grandpa and Grandma as well.

I washed dishes in the sink. After lunch with Della.

"Mom, there's Vino" said Della to make me turn.

"What's up, son?"

"Vino wants food, he says he's a laper!" said Della and invited Vino to sit on the dining table chair in the kitchen.

"You get it, son, for Vino. There is still chicken!" I said while wiping the finished dishes in the wash.

Della gets the plate, and fills the rice with crispy fried chicken.

I sat down and joined them, after I was done with my work.

"Thank you, sister, Della" said Vino and then began to bribe food into his mouth.

He was very greedy when he bribed food into his mouth. Like a hungry man.

"You eat it slowly, it's a drink!" I gave Vino a drink.

My 6-year-old niece comes to the house quite often, asking for food. Because Sinta often does not cook, and he spends more time outside the house, with his friends.

"You haven't cooked, you haven't eaten in the morning?" I asked Vino.

"Not Aunty, Mama was gone he said he wanted gymnastics," he replied.

As usual Sinta put more emphasis on his style. Actually it is not wrong if he wants to go gymnastics, or have activities with his friends.

But he should have put his family first, leaving his son at home without food. Didn't Sinta think, if his son would starve.

Vino comes to the house, and his parents also find out if his son is coming, to ask for food.

Sometimes they even told Vino to pack food from my house.

"Tante, that's the chicken there's still three more pieces, for me huh? Let me take it home, because Brother Fina and Papa haven't eaten yet! Papa said he said tell him to bring food from Aunt's house" said the little boy.

That's right my guess. Vino will ask to wrap the food. If I have sustenance, I cannot be stingy and bear to my own nephew.

"Yes, you take it with you" I replied.

"The rice is also aunty, Mama has not cooked rice! Papa said tell me to bring them!"

Jeez Mbak Sinta hasn't cooked rice, outrageous.

"Aunty wrap, yes, the rice!"

After wrapping the rice, and also the chicken that was left. I gave it to Vino.

The boy looked carefree, after I gave him food and then he came home.

"Tante Sinta, very males. Poor Vino is often starving!" chirps Della my daughter.

I just smiled bitterly. Poor boy, less attention because his mother is busy with her own world. But if you borrow money, it is always the child who is the reason. The money was used for his hedonistic lifestyle.

"Rasti, I want to talk to you!" said Mas Dion.

She just got home from work and met me, who was watching television with Della.

"Speak, mother!" I said without looking at him. Because my eyes are focused on the television screen.

"I want to talk in my room, it's not good to be listened to by our child!"

I got up from my seat and walked into the room.

"Say, what do you want to talk about!" I said and didn't want to waste time.

"Are you really selling rings? Why are you selling all rings, that's a ring that used to be bought with my money!" he immediately scolded me.

It must be the mother-in-law who reported it. Because we met at the gold shop.

"Why Mas! I need the money and the ring is my only treasure. I have no choice but to sell it!" I answered and tried to control my emotions. He's bringing up, because he's the one who put the ring down first.

"If you want to sell, you have to ask me for permission first. It's not like you're selling that!" the hardic.

"Sok refused the living I gave, instead selling rings!" snapped back.

"Alright, I assume it's my debt to you. I will pay later! At the price that was before!" my answer.

"Huh, that's so arrogant. Where do you get money from!" he underestimated me.

"You don't need to know where, I'll give it back!" My firmness.

"Well you're working, look at the women in my office they're beautiful and independent. Unlike you, you can only look up to your husband!" cercan.

Mas Dion went to get the towel. He went out of the room, and went to the bathroom.

I can't cry anymore. If the money is in my hands. I'll gag your cocky mouth using your money.

Mas Dion's phone he put on the bed, near his briefcase vibrated.

I grabbed that phone. Just curious and wanted to see who sent him a message.

"Love?" I muttered when I saw his name on the notification window.

I swipe the screen down.

[Thank you Dion, the transfer has gone in 2 million.]

Moreover, this, he transferred money to his sister-in-law. Why are they close?