My Sacrifice is worthless

Not Grandma and Grandma Dzolim

I am a mother with one child who is married. My son is married to a convert named Ana.

They had three children, and all my grandchildren were girls. Ah, I'm so upset. Why should all women? I want a grandson like my son so that someone can carry on our descendants. I did not immediately dislike my grandchildren, for example my second grandson Fitri. I love you so much. Fitri is beautiful, white and narrow-eyed. Ita and Nur are no less funny and adorable, but I don't like them.

I kept insisting that my son-in-law get pregnant again and give birth to a boy. Even though I know my daughter-in-law is sick. But that didn't dampen my desire. I kept heating up my son Adi so his wife could get pregnant again. If you don't want to, you can get married again. My husband supports that too.

My husband, the stepfather of my son named Herman. I don't like her look at my daughter-in-law, which is what makes me hate Ana. Although he is classified as a good daughter-in-law, filial, and obedient. An orphaned convert, without a father and mother from childhood. I am grateful when marrying my son to him, do not need to come out too much dowry, just marry on the upstream and legitimate.

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That afternoon, I was relaxing on the porch of my son's house. I was blowing a little hard that afternoon, it might be raining in a minute. Suddenly I felt someone grab my head and pull my hair. I reflexively pulled and twisted that hand. It was Ita who picked up the trash from my head that was carried by the wind. To be honest I was unintentional, just because I didn't really like Ita, that's it. Her mother came to hear Ita crying because of me. Ah, let me not care so much. My daughter-in-law left without a word to enter the room carrying Ita who was still crying. To me, that's very disrespectful. I know she's been upset over my attitude towards her and her children. What peduliku? I was already emotional with the attitude of my daughter-in-law quickly I went home to take an axe. Not wanting to hurt anyone, just trying to scare them.

"You're not my son-in-law. Until the apocalypse you're not grandchildren ...!" my screams are full of emotion.

I saw Ana just standing still and crying, without answering anything I said. He looks at me softly. I stopped my actions that afternoon, because there were already many neighbors who became free spectators. Although I am notoriously fierce and not afraid to attack anyone I consider an enemy, but I am respected in my neighborhood. I have the skills to be a child shaman, massage broken bones and be an impromptu cook. It is good if no longer busy taking care of the rice fields.

Finally, Ana became pregnant again for the fourth time. I have now had nine months of my daughter-in-law's pregnancy. I can tell that my grandson this time is a man. I was very happy and paid little attention to Ana. It's okay this time I thought.

It is time for my daughter-in-law to give birth. Everything has been prepared by my son and I will act as his daughter's shaman. The birth process this time is a bit time consuming, I see my daughter-in-law as if she is not powered up. I had to ask my son to call my colleague Mbok Minah. He is more expert because the flight hours are higher with many patients who mbok Minah handle. Upon Mbo Minah's arrival home, she immediately helped deliver my daughter-in-law. Deftly handle the process. There was a sound of baby crying from inside the room.

I rushed in to see if it was a boy or a girl again. Thankfully, it was a man. I was so moved and happy, I unknowingly kissed my daughter-in-law's forehead that I had never done at all during her marriage with my son. Let's just say, my gratitude to him for his struggle for the grandson I've been waiting for.



Thankful for the birth of my grandson, I prepared lavishly. Cook 100kg of chicken, fish and vegetables complete with sambal. All of them self-cooked with great affection. Even though my son-in-law says this is too much, I don't care. My husband and son agree with what I do, who would dare to beat me?



After the show was over, I noticed my daughter-in-law was getting unwell. He often coughs and has a high fever to shiver. Already some mantri called Adi to treat his wife. However, the results remain nil. The more severe the day, even can no longer wake up alone. While my son can't wait for his sick wife and her baby son.



After 4 months of pain, Ana finally breathed her last breath. At the time of the incident, Adi was not home. He works in the interior of our village.



In the afternoon, he arrived. He hugged the lifeless body of his beloved wife. Crying as if he did not want to let go of his embrace. Me and the neighbors tried to win it and asked him to be sincere and patient. Poor son, this young man has become a widower with four children.

The funeral went well that morning. Ita cried hysterically to see her mother's body buried. Naturally, it was ita who was closest to his mother's house.

The departure of my son-in-law, incised deep wounds in the hearts of his children. Moreover, Ita and Fitri who already understand what loss means. Nur and Aji were very small at the time.

Ita and Fitri finally decided to quit school, because they had to help me take care of her younger siblings. I don't have the cost to send them. Aji still needs formula milk. I asked Ita to work babysitting for Mr. Kades' granddaughter in my village. It's good to add-in spending money I think with a value of two hundred thousand per month.

I wonder why my dislike for Ita and Nur is not lost. It is becoming even more. Little mistake they make, no hesitation punishment without eating I will give them a deterrent and my heart is satisfied.

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A year after my son-in-law died, Adi intends to marry a girl who has aged. Two years older than my son. It's okay, I hope he can love my grandchildren later and help me take care of them. However, hope is only hope. The new daughter-in-law I hoped would take care of my grandchildren, heartily and guiltlessly beating my great-granddaughter. I'm so mad. However, it was not the apology I received, but the insults and insults I got. Is this a reply for me because I used to dzolim at my daughter-in-law's house? I'm sorry I married Tina to Adi. Regret at the end is useless. Look, I'm gonna bet it on my son, let him divorce Tina.

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On Sunday morning, we were relaxing because we were off work. Someone said hello and it was my nephew Utin from the city. In addition to serving the faith, Utin came to want to take care of one of my grandchildren to accompany his son at home and send them to school. Of course I don't want Fitri to go away from me, I love him very much. Let Ita come with them, I will still get monthly money, nothing to lose.

Ita departs after taking care of the move from her old school to her new school. Utin gave me money of two hundred thousand, fine. It turns out there's a point in my grandson's use as well. Just left has been getting this, let alone for years?

A year later, Fitri intends to work in Kota to babysit a toddler child. I forbade him to work, enough money was sent from his father and his brother. However, Fitri still insisted on working. With a heavy heart I allow it.