My Sacrifice is worthless

Mom Pov 13 Gambling Table

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With a hundred thousand dollars, I spent 2kg of rice, half a liter of oil, salted fish and vegetables. Hopefully enough for us these few days. I have to solve this problem, I can't stand it for long without knowing what the problem is.

After cooking, I called Ita to take care of her sisters.

"See, take care of your sisters for a minute? I'm going to the market,"

"Yes ma'am, what do you want to do?" ask her with her round eyes.

"You're looking for your father. Close the door, baby, don't open it if you haven't come back yet" I said, and Ita nodded in agreement. I brought him and a small axe "If my estimation is right watch out" I said.

"Where are you going, Na? How about carrying an ax?" ask mother.

"You go to the market, ma'am, najemin axe," I smiled. Mom just bothered to hear my excuses.

I took the market streets and some coffee shops, my husband didn't even see me there. Until I met one of his friends.

"The Supreme, sorry. See my husband?" my many.

He looks wrong. "There was but now I don't know where" he replied nervously.

"What is so honest, I will not tell my husband if his brother knows" I said.

"Embhhhh.. but promise me I won't tell Adi I'm the one who's afraid to know where she is? door hesitated. I nodded in agreement.

"You cross this bridge, go straight and turn left. You enter the fifth door from there and if there's anything you want what? answer your husband. Understood?" mutilate.

"Oke Bang, thanks for the info, I invited you to eat at home" I smiled.

Bang Amat hurried to leave me. I followed the direction given bang Amat. The closer to the location of the place, the more a low boisterous voice heard laughing happily typical of the fathers. "What are they doing here? Is this the place?" muttered.

"Why did you come here?" all I know is the security guard there.

"Who are you looking for, ma'am? Let me call, "he answered nervously.

"Take a cigarette and move now!" my sergeant while handing over ten thousand.

I went deeper again. It turns out that the location is quite wide and elongated. There are some closed rooms there. I caught a familiar voice laughing.

I watched from afar, some men formed a circle facing a game and were guided by someone holding something round and then swayed with two hands in the air. After that throw the contents in the form of two dice. My husband put up with the game and he lost. My heart boiled for a moment.

"Abang!? Oh.. This is what you do when you get out of the house, huh?" yells annoyed.

Some of his friends laughed at my husband's behavior. "Basar Adi is afraid of his wife" they said. I turned to them. "your wives will also get here in a moment even the police," I threatened who immediately stopped their laughter.

No matter what happened there, I had to quickly go home to catch up with my husband who was out of nowhere. I accelerated my steps even though the sun had risen to emit light to feel piercing the skin.

When I got home, I saw that the door was open and my husband was sitting and fanning his body with a piece of paper. I went in and said hello.

"You're this the hell Dek? Pake went there and brought the axe like that? Am I a thief?" his mouth was not happy as he swerved towards me.

I ignored his words, walked in and gulped down some water. I took the plate and ate it with great gourmet food without offering him food. My kids I fed before I left and they played in the room. Seeing that I did not heed his words, he went in and sat down beside me.

"Dec, if people say it is appreciated, this is even cool to eat. No longer nawarin husband, I am also hungry," he said again.

I looked up and looked at him. I didn't eat and put the dishes on the floor. "Can you be hungry too, Bang? I thought you were full facing that gambling table! And you're talking about listening, appreciating? Do you listen and appreciate me as your wife? You're not being honest bang, you're dzolim against my rights and your children's," I said looking into his eyes deeply.

He was silent and deep. "You know Bang, gambling is illegal? Moreover, the result you gave me and your children to eat" I sobbed.

"Dek, Brother, I'm sorry. Brother regretted it and promised not to repeat it again, "he said regretfully.

"If you still want to be with me, please don't do that again. I'm willing to eat rice and salt as long as it's halal money. If you repeat, I'll take you and the kids leave you,"

After that incident, Bang Adi had never repeated his actions again. It's just that he often messes around and often vents it on his son Ita.

One day, we were working together to help uncle Rahmat and bi Ria to pry the contents of the old coconut from the shell to be produced into coconut oil. Me, bang Adi, and the in-laws helped them. Pretty perkilanya valued five hundred rupiah. The weather that day was cloudy, very supportive of our activities working outside the home.

Suddenly there was the sound of the screams of Ita and her sister Fitri. My husband and I rushed to the origin of their voices. It turned out that Fitri was mired in the mud, which was a small trench that was dry water during the drought.

"Abkkkhhh.. Mother. mother..," cried Fitri crying.

"Mom, mum.. Fitri fell ma'am!" Ita yelled at me.

Their father first reached where Fitri fell, descended into the mud and carried Fitri out of there. With breathless breathing and eyes glaring, bang Adi questioned Ita loudly. "What did you do to your sister, Ta? Why did it fall there? Is there nowhere else to play? What if there is wood there? Paaacckkkk," a voice of mockery and slap was heard. Ita fell down with blood on the corner of her lips.

I watched the incident. Didn't expect that the priest I've been proud of could be rude to his own flesh and blood.

"Dragon!" my yelling. He was shocked, maybe just realized his actions. I looked into his eyes, looking for answers to what he was doing. He looked down and left. I hugged Ita who was trembling in fear.

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