Love Sangkala

Tragedies

The clock on the wall was showing almost 12 p.m. Actually I'm very sleepy, but why don't these eyes also want to be closed.

Suddenly there was the sound of a motorbike coming from outside. Immediately I got out of bed and looked out the window. It was Dion who came.

Why would he come back here again? Still need him with this place? Oh yes, I forgot that this house is also the result of his hard work. Again and again I could only smile bitterly, thinking about all this foolishness. Stupid if all this time I just became a submissive wife and not much she wanted.the man actually likes the name challenge.

Chequek! Now Dion has entered the room. I intentionally did not catch up with him when he just came. It was too bad to pretend to be nice to her. Though

his behavior alone made me feel like I had no self-respect at all.

"Not slept, Ras?" Reprovedly.

"Not yet." Answer's short.

"Whose suitcase is this? Where are you going?" Inquiringly. After bead his eyes saw the suitcase that was ready at the end of the wall there.

"I want to go home to Della. After all, I am not here considered at all the same as you. I'm nothing more than a babu in your eyes. No more than that!" Sindirku.

"What do you mean, Race? Why are you getting here, you dare me?"

"Because you can't appreciate me anymore, Mom. Oh yes, one message from me, if you really want to have fun with your family, please! As long as you take your son Della as well. Don't be happy, but your own children and wives you forget! What kind of husband are you, Mom!" Peg Again. I can't wait to put out all the upset that's been stirring in my heart.

"They're my family, Race! Not anyone else. Why do you always hate my family? It's just that my mom and brother and sister, and I don't like you. Because of your nature?" I'm blinking lips.

Smiling bitterly. I don't know what else to tell Mas Dion.

If he is happy and happy with his family, why should he marry me? And have children? Why isn't he single, so he can stay free with his family?

"As far as you are, my mother! I'm sleepy!" I pulled out a blanket to cover my body. Instantly there was a clear grain that fell dripping unbearably. Marks as if the representative of a heart that is sliced off sore.

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Early in the morning, Dion was getting ready to go to work. And I'll be leaving with Dilla soon, too.

Dilla was deliberately allowed from her school, so that she could come to the village for a while with me. The plan I want to calm down there for a while, while taking care of the sale of father land to be purchased by palm oil companies.

"You're sure Ras, would you go alone with Dilla?" Reprovedly. Like underestimating me. Because all this time I always went home with Mas Dion.

Mas Dion was not like today, everything changed after Mas Rino became unemployed and now only works as he pleases. Since then my household has been tested by her own family.

"Related." Answer's short. There was really no desire to talk at length with Mas Dion. After feeling all her treatment for me these past few months.

"Whatever if it wants, you! True said Mother, if you are not a wife worth defending!" he said and went out of the room.

What does Dion mean. My mother-in-law said that? His own son, though, was an unfit husband. Peel gave a living.

His family is always number one, me and Della are number one.

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At 04:00 in the morning. I got up for the morning prayer, and then I was getting ready to go to the village. With Della.

When I come out you and pass through the middle room. I saw Mas Dion sleeping on the couch.

It's only right last night that he didn't move into the room. Apparently he was there. I noticed now that my husband rarely worshipped, he often left prayers.

Even at dawn he won't wake up, sometimes I wake up. And he just answers later, later.

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Dion is still asleep. I don't cook breakfast, and I choose not to say goodbye to him. Now Della and I are at the terminal, waiting for the arrival of the bus that will take us to my hometown.

Almost 1 hour waiting, the bus we were waiting for finally arrived.

"Come on, Mom, we're in!" invite Della enthusiastically.

My daughter is so happy that I brought her home. Because the two of us he never took a walk by his father. Mas Dion often invites his family to refreshing almost every month. But never bring his wife and children.

You get a seat in the middle. Della sat by the window, looking at the view from the windshield.

My phone rang when it was half an hour away. Dion called.

I doubtfully answered his call.

"I told you last night, I'm going home,"

"Why did you just go, where's my breakfast? You forgot the duty of a wife!" hard from the phone.

"Just ask your sister-in-law for breakfast, which is what you live for, not me!"

"Rasti! That's so fucking bad of your mouth!" said it.

I'm sure if now the look on his face is already red, holding back the anger.

"Just ask Sinta!" I said back and told him to have breakfast with his beloved sister-in-law.

"You're my wife, not her!"

"If I were your wife. Why is he the one you always transfer money to, or do I have to send a message to Sinta to make you breakfast?" seconds later my phone call ended.

I don't want to talk to Mas Dion anymore. When she looked, Della noticed me.

He must have felt sad, seeing me who always quarreled with his father.

I grabbed my daughter's shoulder, and then hugged her.

"Are you happy we're back home?"

"Thank you, Mom, I'd like to see grandma and grandpa!" answer and smile.

This afternoon, I arrived at the village. My mom and dad were very happy to welcome us.

Mom cooked my favorite meal. That is Chicken seasoning and also Della likes it.

Eating age. Mom and Dad took Della to my brother's house not far from here, and still a neighbor.

We have not discussed the sale of the land.I turned on the phone, because I activated airplane mode.

I saw a lot of calls, and also messages from Mas Dion. The contents must have been just a condemnation of me. He just wanted to curse me, through messages and I had no interest in reading it.

Tomorrow..

"Tomorrow we will meet with the company's representatives, the people who will pay the land purchase money. You just give me your account number, because he said he asked for an account number." said Mr. that afternoon.

"I have an account, but it hasn't been used for a long time. Never save money either, tomorrow we go to the bank first. To check my account is still active or not!" my answer.

My account was made two years ago. And never filled with money.

"Tomorrow let you accompany me, you want to follow feed the chicken first!" sit down and get out of the chair.

While Della and Mommy seem to be playing, to his brother's place. She said she wanted to spend a lot of time with her granddaughter, because she rarely met.

Dion repeatedly called me anyway I ignored. I was more interested in seeing my husband's story, inviting curiosity.

He posted a photo with his office friends, eating together at a dining area, sitting in a saung.

Their food menu looks good. But that's not what caught my attention. My eyes were fixed on the woman sitting beside Mas Dion. Their sitting distance is so close. The woman was wearing a white shirt and was paired with a tight black blazer to form her crazy body shape.

While watching the photo, there was an incoming call from my neighbor Mbak Utari.

What's he calling?

"Hello" he said in a loud voice and did not even say hello when I had just received his call.

"Hello, Rasti! Where are you?"

"I'm in Mommy's village, what's wrong?" my many.

"Oh my goodness, Rasti, Ma'am has gone hard. Ma'am thought you took recreation to the top, it turns out you did not come?"

"No, what is it?" I'm getting curious, because he hasn't explained.

"One of the bus groups that went to the top was an accident, he said Sinta became a victim!"

"What?" I was shocked by this news. Sinta's mother was in an accident.