My soul mate, my Papa Assistant

Visensia Fitri Mayang Sari

Mama pulled the tip of my hijab pretty hard, when I turned my body, the already saggy hijab slipped out of my head.

Until I clearly saw my long hair, shiny black beautiful hair that I have naturally since a long time ago.

''how insolent you, Fitri, dare you refute the words of your Mama and Husband. You are useless! Just because your parents do not want to have children like you, there is nothing that can be expected of you, Fitri!'' mama said blindly, she pointed my face furiously.

''oh yeah? Then what right does Mama tell me? Once you don't want to, yes still don't want to, Ma! His wife Deni is also there, he has not come home, right? He's still at Mama's house, right? Why must I be the one you guys have been bullying all this time?!'' I shouted loudly, sounding judgmental.

''and don't you ever carry my parents' names with you in our debates. Because all this happened purely because of the mistakes of me and Mas Ibnu in the past, Mama can not just judge me, Mas Ibn also wrong in this matter, Ma.'' said me, I'm really tired. Mas Deni is the older brother of Mas Ibnu, he has a wife whose job is just rocking feet at home. Because he has no children, why did the Mas Ibnu family never want to trouble him, it was always me.

''basic son-in-law does not know himself!'' mama said while holding her chest, maybe her patience is almost over.

I'm actually sorry to see Mama, but, how else. Those who started this from scratch, those who made this relationship bad. I who always suffer as they live happily as they please, glistening in treasures and thrones. Without getting me involved, I was just made a babu.

Mas Ibn stepped his foot towards me and Mama, with a reddened face. I was ready to part with him.

''Fitri! You see Mama, you now why be this kind of dissident? Who taught you?'' loud shouting. By holding both of my tapered cheeks pretty hard. It makes me sick.

''teaching? there is no mas! I'm like this because of my own will, I'm tired! Now whatever you want Mas, let me go, drop your talaq so I can be free from this unhealthy relationship Mas!'' I said, I had trouble speaking.

''no Fitri, I still need you.''

''you mean?''

''yes, mas still expect more from you Fitri!''

''basic crazy man!'' my sift. I know what Mas Ibnu meant, it must be all because of my parents' property. I am a child of puppets.

After saying that I brushed off Mas Ibnu's rough hands, I passed into the room, leaving Mama and Ibnu's mas still gaping, with chest down and up.

I closed the door, locked it from the inside. I sat on the floor, Raihan approached me hugging my frail and fragile body.

I cried in silence, trying to keep smiling in front of my Son.

*******

Visensia Fitri Mayang Sari my real name, I am not just any princess. I am an only child, born into a family. Which property will not run out up to seven derivatives.

All these tests began, yes I consider this a test of life for me, because I am the one who is never grateful.

Used ... I just entered the famous University in my city, I was only 19 years old at that time, I was a child who was so privileged by both my parents, I was so spoiled. I just eat, sleep, and enjoy what I like. Whatever I want will be followed and granted.

All of it makes me feel bored, I feel like nothing is challenging in my life. It all feels so easy for me to get.

Although I have everything, but not with the affection of my parents. They say that they do the job because of me, for my future, then why do they always leave me?

Until that time comes.

In Discotheque, the night world. I accidentally met Ibnu mas, I think he was a mature man whose age was three heads, while I was 20 years old, still so young.

I'm attracted to him at first sight, I think he's the perfect guy. A tall and stout body, and a very beautiful face. I don't know why I can be interested in adult men, maybe I see the figure of a father is on him, because all this time my Papa is always busy taking care of his business that is everywhere.

Then after getting acquainted, we established a special relationship, already half a year, Ibnu was so good and caring for me. But, my parents did not approve of our relationship, they said that they had prepared the best match for me. They assume Ibnu's mas is not as level as our exit. Many times I argue with my Mom and Dad just because of Ibnu.

I who is still young cannot think perfectly. Love is blind, I am willing to leave both parents and all because of Mas Ibn. I went out of the house against my Mama and Papa. I saw a deep disappointment in their eyes when I decided to go with Mas Ibnu. I was too pussy at the time.

Ibnu and I married without the blessing of my parents. I gave my life to Mas Ibnu, he was too good to say love and sweet mouth to me.

At first Mas Ibnu came out so well with me, but over time after they found out I had been driven out of the house and got nothing, they slowly hated and shunned me. They even tortured me slowly, torturing my inner and birth.

I consider my life with Mas Ibnu so simple is the beginning of happiness for me, but, no. It turns out that not having any treasure keeps everyone away and hates me.

I who do not have any expertise can only ask and expect Mas Ibnu. Until one day because I was tired I learned from YouTube, how to make cakes. I want to work from my own hard work. And thankfully at this time my cake has started to crowded fans. Now that I can do anything with my hands, I can wash, sweep, take care of my husband and whatever it is.

I'm a strong woman, with no one I can stand. Rich doesn't make me completely happy, nor does it make me destitute.

But, I think having someone who can love us sincerely under any circumstances, that's just the name of true happiness. I don't think I've met anyone like that.

To my parents who were there, your names I always say in prayer.

May my Mom and Dad always be in her protection.

I know, they must miss me as much as I miss them, and soon I'll be home. After I found my true part.

I am a woman who was born with a beautiful and attractive face, I will take good care of her. Independent living. Proving I could, making my Son the luckiest kid in the world for having a Mama like me. Before he was a teenager, I had to be able to successfully stand on my own feet.

Mama Papa wait for me, I'll meet you, prostrate at your feet. After I succeed.

I think I have had enough of this test, the Mas Ibnu family has been a great test for me for 5 years.

Sari ....

Just watch out for you! Wait for my revenge!