My soul mate, my Papa Assistant

Determinedly

All my pastries are finished and prepared. There are doughnuts, sponge cakes, and also brownies available with various flavors. With a small cut size and wrapped in plastic, so that anyone who wants to taste does not need to spend a lot of money. With the price of 2 thousand only got 1 piece of my merchandise cake, which most people say my cake tastes really good. But, not my husband's family said, they consider my cake disgusted, let alone eat, touch it they do not want.

After I cleaned myself, took a shower after I finished my bath praying, I just went to the kitchen.

Several times my old phone vibrated, indicating that there were incoming calls and messages. I didn't touch her again after replying to a message from Mama. I know who made that call, who else if not my mother-in-law. He must be angry at my unusual reply.

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I went into the room to kiss my son's sleeping forehead, I would leave him for a while to deliver my cookies to the shops and stalls.

Today I did not cook, there was no breakfast this morning. Because indeed the monthly rations of Ibnu's mas no longer exist.

Now that the end of the month, the money given by my husband has run out of nothing.

Usually I am always confused looking for breakfast menu, sometimes I owe in the front shop to keep the kitchen steaming.

But, now let it be, let him know how much I no longer want to be fooled.

After dropping off the cake, I'm going to the market for a bit. Buying negligee and clothes for my son, I have a little money saved from the sale of my cake during the. It's my money, I'll use it to meet my needs and that of my son. Slowly I will change the appearance of the k.

Ibnu seems to be still sleeping, so he is. He'll wake up if I wake him up.

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''mak, here's the cake. Everything is as usual, mom!'' I said, when I arrived at one of the stalls in the area where I live.

''iya neng's. This is money yesterday, reply Iroh stall owner with friendly, he is a good person.

''yes, mother. Thank you then if you excuse me, '' I said. After that, I decided to take my cake somewhere else.

But, when I want to turn on my butute meth bike. I'm having trouble turning it on, the motor that can't be started anymore, it takes a lot of power to step on the crank to turn on.

The bike I asked for was the same as Ibnu, I hope he bought me a new motorbike. But, it turns out that he bought me a used motorbike whose condition was very unfit.

''duh .. pity the Fitri. Husband everywhere uses a luxury fajero car, well, he even uses a butut motor like that. That, could be more thin body''

''yes, it is very sad. Eh jeng, you know no, last night the Fitri was kicked out with her sister-in-law Sari during the celebration at Sari'''s house''

''it's worth being kicked out, the Fitri is not the same level as them. Just look at her appearance, her clothes alone are already on the patch and dull so''

I pretended not to hear, I saw mak Iroh looking at me concerned from his stall.

I chose to leave that place with my motorbike, I felt claustrophobic, it really hurt to get blatant insults like this.

''O Allah, give me infinite patience, '' My mind prays.

After feeling far away from the place, I again tried to turn on my motorbike. Thank God, fortunately my bike wants to be cooperated.

Actually I used to be a beautiful woman, many men who wanted to ask me to be their wife.

My body is ideal height, my skin used to be pure white, my body also contains. But, since getting married and living with Ibnu, my body has turned out to be unbecoming. I also feel less able to see my appearance when in front of the mirror.

So, from today on I am determined to change my appearance again as before. I will slowly prove to people that I can, I am not weak, I can count on.

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At 8 o'clock I arrived at my house, carrying black plastic containing 2 negligee and 1 pair of clothes of my son Raihan. I saw my mother-in-law's car parked neatly in the yard. The distance between our house and my mother-in-law was not too far away, still in the same gank. But that's how my mother-in-law is. He is a proud person, who likes to show off who always wants to look more than others.

I felt trembling, the tips of my legs and hands suddenly cold. I was not ready to face my mother-in-law. Mama must have complained to Ibnu.

''I should be able to, otherwise I will look weaker''my mind reassures me.

I stepped on my feet, straightened my head, I entered the house that I have lived in for 3 years with confidence.