Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

19. I Want to Work

As before, if Mas Hilman had already come out of this room he would not have come back again. Tonight was the same, until I finished the two chapters of Mas Hilman not seen as well.

Several times I glanced towards the door, but it still remained the same tightly closed. I don't know what I'm feeling or what, but it doesn't seem like that woman wants Mas Hilman to spend her time with me. Not just tonight, but the nights before were like that.

It's almost 12 p.m., I'm out to go to the bathroom. From that busy typing made me forget the hidden desire in me.

Back in the room, I looked at the room next door that was tightly closed. All of a sudden there was a desire for me to get close to it and stick this ear on the door leaf. I know what I'm doing is wrong, but I'm curious.

"Ah, Mas ... ouch!" the voice sounded loud, making me stick this ear even more there.

"Don't be noisy it's night." It was Mas Hilman's voice, sounding persuasive.

"Pelan dong Mas, I'm not strong if you're hard, you're heavy." The sound was protest.

I don't know what they're doing in there, but it feels like hearing those voices my mind is so far away wandering to faraway places.

I don't want to hear it anymore, and soon I put my foot back in the room. The feeling of tightness often rushes in the heart. I wiped the tears that were now shed on my cheeks.

Why am I so stupid for stealing hear? Mas, you said you do not love him, but why do you easily make out with him?

I step back into the closet after I lock the door. I'm sure Mas Hilaman won't come back here.

I open the closet and I'm looking for something in there. Two wedding books are now in my hands. Mas Hilman never kept our marriage book hidden, all important files were neatly stored in the closet drawer.

The big bag I brought, as well as some clothes I put in it without me tidying up first, as well as my wedding book that I had taken, I kept in between the pile of clothes. Suitcase has not existed for a long time, Mas Hilman put it away somewhere since I went home to mother.

Ma'am, you need to have surgery right away. And about the cost, Ms Ayu can ask directly to the administration.

Suddenly the voice of the doctor who handles the mother is heard in the ear. I collapsed, sitting on the floor when I remembered how much nominal I needed for the mother's operation. Sobbing covered this face with both hands.

Where would I get that much.

Now I'm confused again. I don't know what I should do. If I lived alone it would be very difficult to find the medical expenses of the mother.

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This morning I prepared breakfast. The two men did not come out of the room. I try to be ordinary, even though it hurts in my heart. It should have been last night with Mas Hilman until next week.

In polygamous life all must be fair even though it feels impossible. We decided to split the time every two weeks. However, the woman often throws a tantrum, like last night when Hilman was with me. And the nights before this.

I exhale this heavily.

"Oh," I answered briefly. I put the last plate on the table and then I went to the room.

I went back outside from inside the room, had already changed my clothes to work clothes, along with Mas Hilman who also came out from inside the room. Mas Hilman was also ready with his work clothes. Mas Hilman's clothes were also partially in Hana's room. The woman protested because she also wanted to prepare clothes for our husband.

"Where are you going, Yu?" Hilman asked in confusion. Maybe because I was ready with neat clothes and also carrying a cover letter to work. This I prepared last night after I canceled to continue my momentary intentions.

"Find a job" I answered briefly and walked to the dining table.

"Yu, you can't work, you're home, Yu." Mas Hilman followed my steps to the dining table. Hana looked at us with a dislike look. I know, his face always looked gloomy when I was with Mas Hilman even though we were arguing now.

"I'm bored at home, Mom. I'll just find a job" I replied, not caring.

"Why do you want to work? What am I giving you is not enough for you?" ask Mas Hilman to me. I stopped my steps and turned my body towards him. Not because of that, even though now the money given by Mass Hilman is reduced quite a lot, but if only for our food needs both of course this is still enough.

"I don't like you working." Mas Hilman said again with a sharp look at me.

"I told you I was bored at home, and again ...." I stopped talking, knowing that Hana was near us. I took Mas Hilman's hand and pulled him towards the room.

"I need money, Mom. Mom's sick. And I need money for my mother's treatment." Honestly, I told you when we were both like this. If the affair with the production Hana should not know, right. I thought he would protest and ask for more too.

"Didn't Mom have any savings for treatment? And I have a health card too. I'll also help with mom's treatment, you don't have to work. How do we want to have children if you work again, you have to rest a lot, Yu."

"I've had too much rest, Mom. You also know how long I've been resting all this time, but I haven't been able to get pregnant either!" seruku.

"Yu ...."

"I need money for my mom's operation. The doctor said there was a problem in the mother's head and had to be operated on immediately. Now if I ask you, will you prepare a lot of money for the operation of the mother's head? How much money do you have for mom's surgery, Mas?" I asked Mas Hilman.

"Mother's sick?!" asked Mas Hilman in surprise.

I nodded my head. "Yesterday when we were in the hospital, the doctor said it wasn't just the mother's heart that was in trouble, it was her head as well. And must be operated immediately to remove the pain. I'm confused Mas. With your present situation should I ask you?" I asked by starting to sniff. It is difficult for him to divide his income into several pockets.

Mas Hilman lowered his head. I guess, my husband must be in trouble right now.

"I want to work to collect my mother's operating money. All this time I've been saving the money you love every month, we only have twelve million in savings, and that's not going to be enough, Mom."

"If I may, I want to work and also add the money to immediately bring mom to the operating table. Please, ma'am." I asked. Mas Hilman lowered his head. He saw his confused face.