Marrying an Abuser's Ex-Husband

MMSP2ND. Chapters. 32

"Alright, Mas. Tia rest first, yeah. If there's anything, you wake up Tia. Hasna had eaten a very small portion. Tia is afraid that her health is compromised, Mas," said Tia. The worried look back he raised when he recalled how the look of his son's face.

"Yes, Honey. Just leave everything to Mas, huh? Don't be too burdened. We'll make Hasna understand together."

Tia decided to go into her room after nodding her head and was followed back by an elusan on Tia's head. Hans returns to the kitchen remembering that there is some work to be done by Tia, but he chooses himself to do it, given Tia's current state of concern. Hans' forehead creased as he saw his son standing in front of the sink.

"Hasan, what are you doing there?" hans asked as the boy rolled his clothes up to the elbow.

"You tidied this up, Pa," Hasan replied as he turned his head toward Hans.

"Here, let Papa, son." Hans had Hasan shift his body so that he would take over in the activities of the child who wanted to do the dishes.

"No papa, Pa. Let Hasan be. Better Papa rest in the room, all change Papa's clothes. We're, just getting home for a walk, Pa," Hasan said, making Hans scratch his forehead. He was flattered by the attitude of his son who was so attentive to him, that his clothes that had not been replaced hadan so sensitive.

"Alright, Son. Go change clothes first, yeah. If there is difficulty in washing it, you can call aunt first. Closer if Papa hasn't come back yet, son," Hans said.

"Yes, Pa."

Hans left Hasan who was on the move like his mother. Wash dirty dishes after you finish eating together. That's the routine Tia always does. It all did not escape the attention of Hasan, until now the boy could do anything that Tia had done as long as his parents could still do the activity. At that time Tia's pregnancy was not too bad as it is today.

"Hasna, what do you want, Dek?" hasan asked as soon as he noticed Hasna's presence in the kitchen. The younger brother looked confused looking for something so Hasan had the intention to help him after cleaning his hands from the foam dish soap.

"You find a glass, I'm thirsty, brother. But where, huh? How am I not going to find you?" hasna asked without looking at her sister.

"Oh, glasses. It's on top, Deck. It's there, but Brother hasn't cleaned it up yet. Just washed up" replied Hasan rushed to Hasna and found what his sister needed.

"Master, Miss. What are you doing in the kitchen? Jesus, Master! What is Master doing? Why even wash dishes, sir? Let it be your aunt who did it" said the maid in their house with a slight shock when she found out that some of the dirty dishes had been cleaned by Hasan.

"No papa, Bi. It's just dong anyways, right. Auntie can do something else. My mom is not okay. Surely, Bibi is very tired of doing everything alone," said Hasan so very understanding that made the maid in their house filled with words from Hasan.

"But, Mr …."

"What the hell, Bi? How noisy? Not even grateful because my sister has helped Aunt here, why even comment? So strange!" chirped Hasna with a cynical tone and her eyes filled with dislike for the maid in their home.

"Shuttt! Hasna! What the hell are you saying? You can't say that, Hasna! Aunty is also our parents here, it is fitting that we respect Auntie!" resolute Hasan was so surprised by the clash that his dearest sister said just now.

"Let's go, brother! After all, has Aunt never been taught how to be grateful? He should be grateful that Brother has kindly helped him! So strange! It's been helped, but even commented! If I'm the big brother, don't mind me, brother, help Auntie! In this house, right, Auntie we also pay! What's the pay for him if he's not doing his job?" hasna said at length made Hasan's eyes glare in disbelief at what he had just heard from his sister.

"Hasna! What the hell are you saying? Who taught you to talk like that, Dek? I don't like it, you're like it!" reprimanding Hasan in a soft tone, but full of emphasis so that his twin sister knows if he is angry at this time, and Hasna will not consider his words playful.

"Son't this maid? Clearly here he is wrong, brother! We should have finished eating, he should always be in the kitchen to do the dishes! He should also know, if mama will again focus on the same baby! There is no way mama can handle a train like this! The focus is on her, just the baby sister!" hasna's yelling became more and more angered Hasan himself. In addition to being disrespectful to their maid, Hansa also directly said that their mother was not good at taking care of the house.

"Hasna, come with me, brother!" Hasan pulled Hasna's hand away from the kitchen.

"Bi, I'm sorry, Hasan just washed the dirty dishes in half. Hasan will continue again" said Hasan before leaving the kitchen, considering that what is being done is not finished.

"Yes, sir, no papa. This is just a little more, let Auntie continue it," said their maid and immediately rushed to resume Hasan's pending work.

"Thank you, Bi. Sorry, yeah." Hasan felt guilty.

"Come, you're coming with Brother!" Hasan pulled Hasna to keep following her steps away from the kitchen. This is me, he wants to give his sister a little advice to improve Hasna's attitude which according to Hasan has gone too far.

"sickness, Brother. Lepasin, eh! Brother kok , now be rough with Hasna? Did you also start not loving Hasna anymore, huh?" hasna asked with tears that had begun to pool in Hasna's eyes.

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"Hasna, don't be like that, yeah. That's not good. Aunt is older than us. We should respect him like we respect our parents" Hasan said after a few seconds of deep breathing to contain his frustration at the unnatural attitude of his twin sister.

"If it is not considered, do we have to be kind again to that person, brother? Hasna doesn't want to, anyway!"

"You mean? Who is not considered? Who are you not considered by?" hasan asked a question and a little destitute after thinking carefully the meaning of his sister's words.

"Mama. Mama doesn't think I'm a child, sister!" hasna replied instantly making Hasan's pupils dilate.

"Hasna, we are small, it is not good to have such thoughts! Moreover, until thinking far to get there. We are mama and papa's children. Mom and Dad were always nice to us. So, don't ever think like that, yeah." Hasan rubbed with a soft feeling Hasna's shoulders were now trembling slightly. Hasan was sure, this twin must have been struggling to hold back his tears that wanted to break.

"No, Brother! Hasna's right! My mom doesn't love Hasna anymore. The proof is, where is Mama now? Mama's in the room, right, sister? Where is Mama who usually always accompany Hasna play? None! mom is too focused on baby sister!" tekik Hasna now with tears that have flowed.

"Mama now needs a lot of rest, Dek. You were a kid. Better rest too." Hasan who had more mature thoughts than his sister now decided to tell Hasna to rest, so that his sister did not drag on in an endless sadness if she kept thinking.

"So, I'm not making ice syrup. You want to, Dek? Let all of you make it. You're thirsty, aren't you?" Hasan began to walk away from Hasna to return to the kitchen.

"You, Brother."

***

"Mas, I'm going outside first, yeah. I can't sleep, Hasna and Hasan's thoughts continue," said Tia finally resigned because her eyes that had been forced closed so that she immediately dive into the dream, never diving.

"Body you sick? Here, Mas pijatin. Feet or hands, honey?" hans asked, starting to sit next to Tia who was sitting leaning on the bed dashboard.

"It doesn't matter, Mas. Thank ye. At the moment, no one is sick or sick. The baby sister is fine, not troublesome," Tia said with a slightly empty look. Tia's beautiful eyes that Hans often saw now turned a little more soft because they rarely slept too much thinking about the debate with Hasna lately.

"Mas, I'm gonna go downstairs first, okay? I'm gonna make some cake for Hasna. Looks like the snack stick in the closet is up, Mas. It's a pity that he just stayed in the room without eating any snacks." Tia got up from the bed, but was restrained when Hans' hand blocked her hand.

"What's up, Mom?" tia asked, sitting back in her position.

"Tomorrow Mas will take the remaining holiday schedule. Do you agree that if Mas gave a suggestion, we would have a picnic with the children? It seems like a lot of fun" Hans said.

"A picnic, huh, Mas? It seems like a great idea and for sure, very fun! I agree, Mom!" Tia. He had already begun to devise a plan in his brain as one of his plans to improve his relationship with the child.

"alright. Tomorrow, huh?" hans asked immediately answered Tia's nod of the head.

"Wait here, baby. I want to say this to the kids. Hasan was washing dishes. I had to help her immediately, afraid that the plate would slip from her hand. Auntie doesn't seem to be in the kitchen" Hans said goodbye to Tia.

***

"Whose master is looking for?" the maid asked when she saw Hans staring around the kitchen.

"Hazan. Where is he, Bi?" hans asked approaching their maid.

"Oh, Mr. Hasan. She was with Miss Hasna, sir. It seemed like Mr. Hasan was taking his sister to play in the room, "the maid replied and immediately made Hans follow up to her twin room after saying the sacred sentence, which is thank you.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Can Papa come in?" hans asked outside Hasna and Hasan's room.

"May, Pa," Hasan replied from inside the room, whereas Hansa just kept focusing on changing her toy Barbie outfits no matter who her brother was currently interacting with.

"What are you guys playing? It seems exciting," said Hans, trying to attract the attention of Hasna who continues to be indifferent to him.

"By the way, there's something Papa wants to tell you. Tomorrow, we're going on a picnic. You guys happy, aren't you?" hans asked me to get a sparkling look from the eyes of his two children.

"Really, Pa?" tanya Hasna enthusiastically.

"Yes, really. Why would you lie, honey?" Hans rubbed Hasna's head and carried the child into his arms, after lifting Hasna's light body into his lap.

"Then, I want to bring Barbie this." Hasna took her toy and showed it to Hans.

"Hazan. Why are you quiet, son? Don't you like Papa's idea for a picnic?" ask Hans.

"No, Pa. Hasan only thought about how the condition of the mother if the mother also had to come with us for a picnic," Hasan replied revealing his anxiety.

"Your mama's gonna be okay, all right. Your mother is a strong woman, who thinks highly of her children's happiness. Propose this picnic, Mama you guys first say it. Papa's job here is to tell you, because mommy won't let you out of the room" Hans said with an unrelenting hand rubbing Hasna's back to keep her son calm.

"alright. Hasan will come, Pa."

"In that case, immediately prepare your belongings, yes. Later Papa will ask aunt to help you prepare everything. Tomorrow, we're leaving. Papa make sure, this picnic will be very effective in your life." Hans dyed the tops of his twin's heads before exiting their room.

***

In the morning, Hasna, Hasan, Hans and Tia were in front of their house, and put all their luggage in the trunk of the car. Everything has been Tia make sure nothing is left behind, either the goods of her son or her property and the husband.

"Hasna's. You want to eat chocolate? Mama brought two packs. One for you, the other for your sister, yes," said Tia gently as she took out two packs of chocolates on her children's heads.

Hasna refused? Of course not! Hasna loves anything to do with chocolate! Hansa wants her life to be surrounded by chocolate, with nothing left. Especially vegetables. That was Hasan's favorite. However, all of that still can not enjoy because both parents have limited it and maintain their health.

"Ma, I'm thirsty" Hasna said, making Tia rush to open a bottle of water for her child. This was the first time Hasna had asked for her help again after the cold war that was created between them.