MY MAID

DREAMLIKE

Mas Imam suddenly came to the house very angry, he broke down the door and immediately approached me.

I'm so scared, not usually he's like this, he's like he's not the Mas Imam I know.

I tried to call him but still did not flinch in the slightest, slowly but surely he continued to approach me, I continued to retreat until finally slipped on the living room shirt.

The Imam suddenly slammed the documents on the table and asked me to sign the papers.

"W-what is this mas?"

"Have not asked much, just sign this file!" snapped it.

"Ttt-but I have to know first what is this file a?"

It felt like my tongue was confused to see the anger of Mas Imam, this was really not the Mas Imam I knew, his eyes were filled with hatred with a red face filled with anger.

Rumi you really have mastered the Imam mas to make it like this.

"Hurry to sign it or I'll force you to sign it" the chair beside him did not escape his anger, he kicked hard as if it was just a plastic ball.

I remained silent, I could not believe that this was Mas Imam, I still refused to sign the dossier for a second then I felt Mas Imam getting closer to me but I had no other choice, he said, I can only rewind my body because from the waist down, restrained by the body of the table, the Imam suddenly strangled me and pushed until my head touched the surface of the table, I stinged of course I was not able to fight the big body, I felt my neck getting choked I tried to kick even hit but not reached even a little, I felt my neck was getting choked, Mas Imam actually strengthened his strangulation I was getting stuck maybe soon will die, I thought.

"Mothers wake up" cried my daughter Ayesa woke me up

"Hahhh haahhh hhaahhh" Apparently this is just a dream, but why does the dream feel so real even now my breath is still stingy.

"Mother dream what bun, it was fitting in the bathroom Yesa denger mother for help so, continued Yesa was afraid bun Yesa thought mother why-why-why earlier"

"Gak papa kok darling mother nightmare just earlier, you did not wake up mother son, will mother so bad luck this morning prayers"

"She could see her mother sleeping very soundly bun Yesa so did not have the heart to wake her"

"Yes, my mother wants to pray at dawn first, baby"

I kissed Ayesa on the forehead and went to my room to pray, after the morning prayer I was still contemplating thinking about my dream earlier, maybe because I was too carried away by a dream because all night I thought about the Imam.

But from that dream I like to get a pointer, yes I can not be off guard, the woman will definitely incite Mas Imam to master my treasure.

Suddenly an idea pops up, I'm gonna take a little fun with you.

I was still on my prayer mat reading the Qur'an when I heard my door being knocked on by someone

"Assalamu'alaikum"

"Waalaikumussalam, just enter the door is not locked"

"You are indeed a loving wife, I salute you always take the time to read the Qur'an" he said while peeping my forehead, I was actually disgusted by his treatment, but how else I was still his legal wife.

"Where else can I get the reward if not reading the Qur'an, from filial piety to the husband?

"The Deck forget it"

"Yes mas, yes already mas I miss the same Ima nih mas, out between Ayesa our school to the house Ibuk yuk mas"

"Yes, I love we have breakfast first yuk"

This morning after we both drove Ayesa to our school directly to the house of Mas Imam's parents, mas Imam asked for money for gas, funny money for just filling gasoline he did not have, he said, he used to be free to shop whatever his needs, but now I do not allow Mas Imam to bring a debit card, if you take ketoko money also can not because I have been closely monitored.

I took Mas Imam shopping first, of course shopping for me to bring to my in-laws' house, I bought them many things ranging from basic necessities to fancy clothes for the mother and sister Mas Imam obviously they will like to remember they are actually a hobby of shopping.

Let them be happy first so that they will not be surprised if they hear news about Mas Imam.

Sure enough my guess was so until they received our luggage and directly dismantled it while stirring themselves.

"Eehhmm ehhhmm, there are guests instead of being made to drink even on their own busy nih" Mas Imam clearly looks proud to be able to buy the goods.

"Yes Mom for a minute brother make a drink first yes, you want to drink what"

"What's there, ma'am, sorry you've been a hassle"

"Ah not only take drinks and small meals are not worth what you bring"

I was still waiting for the right time to tell them, Mas Imam was not at all suspicious when I took him to go to the mother's house, maybe because Mas Imam has not been here for a long time so long to be together with his family. I've prepared some evidence in the bag I brought, just a minute I'll tell them all the truth.