My Sorting Comes When He's Already Gone
The fitnah is getting stronger
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“Bella, you don't yell rich. You're not ashamed to hear the same neighbor?” Bella went straight into her room and she picked up the glass.
“CALL THE PERSON, AND TELL ME TO COME FACE TO ME! IF THAT PERSON SAYS SO. I WILL HIT HIS HEAD WITH THIS GLASS UNTIL IT LEAKS!” the look on Bella's face was scary to make the guts in-laws freefall, honestly she was so afraid to see Bella as a person of loyalty.
“Bella you if you talk do not carelessly, you have to be careful, Yes. You don't look for things, if for example the person's head is leaked, you want to go to the police station.”
“Even if I go to jail, I am not afraid, which is clear I have to teach that person a lesson. If you say do not carelessly, the time of a husband should not take care of his child, the rules from which it is?” Ratih's mother was increasingly frightened to see her son-in-law continue to hold a glass of bells, she was afraid, if there was a demon through Bella, would throw the glass at her.
“Bella you better save the glass, the talk that you did not have to hear, let the mother take care of.” There was a tone of speech of Ratih's mother a little soft, so that her mantle was no longer in accordance with her emotions.
“I won't keep this glass until I meet the person. Mom, bring that guy here. LET ME THROW IT ALL OUT!” Once again Bella shouted, making one room echo. Mrs Ratih covered her ears, because Bella's voice was so loud, that it made her eardrum slightly disturbed.
“Bella Please don't scream so. Are you ashamed of your neighbors? Your voice is very loud loh, can even come out of the house do not make you ashamed mother.”
“Let me scream like this. To let others know!” Can't stand Bella's attitude, she decided to leave the house and go to her neighbor's house.
“Dasar mantu crazy! Look out for you, I'm bringing your attitude to Gibran. Let you divorce my son!”
unfortunately, he was not afraid.
“Please stir my attitude with Mom's son! If your child wants to divorce me, please! I'm not scared! Precisely I am happy if I separated from the mother's child!”
“The longer, the more insolent you are! Already dare to snatch me!” In the end, his father-in-law went outside the house. Bella calmed down a little, finally she was able to pull out her uncles during the household.
“Yes, Allah. Thank you for giving me strength and courage to face my selfish and evil in-laws.” He looked at his cute little baby. Fortunately, the baby did not cry when she screamed loudly in front of the in-laws. Maybe he understands the situation now.
Once again Bella looked towards the exit, she saw that her in-laws had run in shock from fear of seeing herself as an infidelity man, she knew who said, that a husband should not take care of a baby is the word of his father-in-law. That's why Bella threatened him with a glass of bells, so that his in-laws would not be arbitrary to him.
Train continued to run outwards, as Ratih ran. Another neighbor saw it.
"Mom, Ratih? Ma." Spotan turned to the source of the voice. With quick steps he approached his neighbor.
"Mom, help me, Mom. I don't dare go home."
"Loh, why? How come, Miss Ratih looks so scared? What's up."
"Keep the bells are at home?"
"There is, but I don't dare go home. I am so scared of him. From morning until noon I had not eaten, I was busy taking care of my grandchildren. But my daughter-in-law doesn't want to take care of her son."
"Durgan ghost could-can he treat bad in-laws. He's just here a ride." Ratih continued to cry, deepening his acting so that his neighbors believed that Bella had done something bad to him, by doing this everyone would hate Bella.
"Ratih's mother better eat at my house, for a while do not go home first, later if Mas Gibran returns home, then Ratih's mom comes home too. If you can tell Gibran, tell his wife not to be a moronic ghost with her in-laws." In the heart of Ratih, he was so happy with the response of his neighbors it turns out that his neighbors can also be compared to hate his own mantra.
"This is the result if you dare to fight me, now everyone around you, already hates you," said Ratih.
"Bu Ratih Try Mas Gibran's phone, tell him what his wife's behavior is like. I just use my phone It just so happens that I have the number Mas Gibran." It is with pleasure that Ratih receives a mobile phone from her neighbor with this her mantra will be increasingly hated by her husband and divorce as soon as possible.
When Ratih called his son he poured out his grief, telling all his wife's behavior hearing his mother's story made Gibran even more inflamed with his wife's outrageous behavior.
"Hurry home, I'm afraid to go home. Fear of being thrown in glass."
Brak!
“BELLA!” I violently pushed the door of my room, making her flinch in shock when she wanted to lay herself on the bed, “Bella, you what is my mother? Why do you dare to go against my mother and yell at her? Do you want to be an ungodly ghost?” Bella only caught a glimpse of me, and continued her fall on the bed.
“Bella, did you hear? I am talking to you again! Why are you so quiet and careless!” Again, he was silent and did not answer me. Unable to stand his attitude, I walked towards him and pulled his hand so firmly that he grimaced in pain.
“SAKIT!” he brushed me off forcefully and could even scream in front of me.
“You dare shout in front of me?” My eyes glared at him.
“I'm going to sleep, please don't make a fuss. It's night, it's time for rest.” When he wants to go back to sleep. I held his arm so he wouldn't sleep in the bed.
“Do not be your unfaithful wife. Are your ears deaf. I'm talking to you again, you should answer!” He didn't answer me, he just looked at me coldly.
“Didn't my cupcake hear wrong, Mas? Who do you mean Wretched wife?”
“Why are you asking me, obviously you are.” He lifted the corner of his lips and smiled at me. Like an understatement smile.
“Should not have been me who became an ungodly wife.” Roughly he removed his arm from my hand, “IT SHOULD BE YOU WHO BECAME A DURHAKA HUSBAND AGAINST HIS WIFE!” the screech made my eardrum hurt, “AT NOON, I TELL YOU TO TAKE CARE OF ARKA. BUT WHY DID YOU GIVE ARKA TO YOUR MOTHER? WH WHY? I JUST FELL ASLEEP FOR 10 MINUTES. WITH THE TIGHTNESS OF YOUR MOTHER GEDOR THE ROOM DOOR AND GAVE UP ARKA TO ME!”
