Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission
42. Accept Your Fate as a Mandul Woman!
"Get up and talk to you!!" mas Hilman at the end. Speak loudly while looking at me sharply.
"What's wrong with you? It's a private matter why did you come to speak in public like this?!" again, this time in a quieter voice than before.
"Ups, sorry! Personal business, huh? I'm flabbergasted!" I laughed while covering my mouth with one hand. Mas Hilman looked furious at me, his always soft eyes now no longer exist, turned angry and like he wanted to explode.
"Why is this your sister, anyway? So outrageous! You know this is a public place. Don't you bully and also raise this trivial matter in front of the crowd!" exclaimed Hana who was now standing one step in front of Mas Hilman. Their gazes were angry as they wanted to scatter towards me and beat me up right now.
"I've already done it, how dong?" I asked with a snide laugh at him.
"This boy is jealous of me, because I got the attention of Mas Hilman!" hana shouted without shame.
"I'm pregnant with Mas Hilman's child! It's only right that he gives me more attention and time for me and his future son. If only Mbak Ayu could give Mas Hilman offspring, of course if Mas Hilman would not be double! So do not just blame us, but you also have to be aware of the lack of Mbak who can not give a child husband!" hana shouted loudly.
Whispers were heard behind us. Now netizens support the two men and say that I am a wife who is less fortunate and also does not know the benefits.
"Oh, if only our husband could be fair I wouldn't matter. I will also definitely accept your presence in our house, also if you can leave yourself alone. You can only be quiet as a queen and let me do my homework myself! Oh, that's great!" I clapped like a madman who often passed in front of the house. I imitate his ways if he is upset with complex mothers who like to throw him out because they are disturbed.
"Hey, Helooowww!! I am the first wife of our husband, too much a victim of the feelings I felt when my husband without permission married you and brought you into our house! The absence of justice of time as well as the material that he gave was it well received? You never think about spending money all this time. Where is the money my husband gave me? This it? For transparent goods that are even free for you to use?!" I asked by pointing at what was still on the floor, a minimal cloth that could not even cover the 'it' section well.
"Mr. Don't be jealous of what you can't do, Ma'am! The proof is that the stuff that in fact Mbak said was useless and useless it was never Mbak had, right? Though that's what makes Mas Hilman like and also happy. She can never give the best to her husband. It is only fitting that Mas Hilman now is more obedient to what I want because Mbak can not make Mas Hilman happy in bed. Just try if Mbak understands what Mas Hilman wants and also Mbak can give offspring for him. Mas Hilman won't ignore me either! Just accept the fate of Ma'am if Mbak is a barren woman who can not give offspring and also can no longer please hasr*t husband ...."
Byurr!!
The water on the table near me, now soaked Hana's face which was suddenly fluttering. He spouted the rest of the water out of his mouth, coughed then he rubbed the wet face with his hands. The hair, face, and clothes he was wearing turned brown because of Mas Hilman's soda water. It's lucky it's still full so I can get her soaked.
"Take good care of your mouth! You don't have ...."
"You take care of your behavior Ayu!" mas Hilman's hand lifted and quickly floated towards me.
Plakk!!
The slap sound was very clearly heard and then buzzed in these ears. My head was directly pulled to the side by the sadistic act of that big hand. The feeling of heat and pain and with a little fishy in the mouth makes me nauseous.
Mas Hilman was stunned to see what he had done, he just fell silent, did not approach and also did not say anything. Just staring at me with eyes full of guilt. The hand he had used to slap me was still raised in front of his stomach.
"Just .." he said at last. The vibrating tone of voice and the slow footsteps of the man were now approaching towards me.
This hot eye. This hot heart. Angrier. Piqued. What he did I can't tolerate anymore.
I don't know how many tears I've had since I left upstairs. The call from Mas Hilman I didn't mind. I kept going so fast that I could no longer hear him calling me.
The elevator door was open, and I went in there. There were only two people in the elevator, coming out when I went inside. They glanced at it, but then didn't care. Until the elevator doors close tightly, I can lean on the elevator wall. Not strong enough to support my body. Just this time I did something extreme like this. I dropped myself on the floor, crouching while hugging my knees tightly.
In the basement, I was confused by my situation. Goddamnit! The bag and the phone were left on the top floor. I can't go home right now.
"Juice!" the sound of someone shouting was heard loudly on the quiet basement floor. Immediately approached while struggling to bring my grocery bag earlier and also my bag on his shoulder. Because of my anger and annoyance, I forgot who I was with.
"Yes, are you okay?" diana asked directly to hug me after slowly saving our grocery bags to the basement floor.
Clenched, my cry is just in the throat, not going out again. Everything I wanted to say I couldn't say to my best friend.
"Yu, cry, Yu. Crying is okay." Diana stroked my back gently. He was sobbing but not as great as I was.
I can't take it anymore. All this feeling in my chest I just spill in his arms.
"I can't stand it, Di. I don't know!" tears break. I hit this chest hard enough. It feels like it wants to spill and bring out the flavor that is in here out, throw it into the gutter until it empties into a distant place and never comes back again.
"Cry on, Yu. I'm still here for you" he said sadly.
"He's gone too far! He is already ... Already ... Arghc ... I ... huhuuu ...." I can't say anything anymore, everything I want to talk about can't come out of this mouth. My voice was stuck in my throat.
"Nangis first. Later if you have calmed down, you tell me yes," he said.
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Astagfirullah, kok nyesek until just full of emotion
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Sorry, yes. Some last part of a real drama, I swear.
Sorry for the readers, Othor does not care about your suggestions and criticism. No matter what, suggestions and criticisms are read, but Othor has his own story.
Some say this story mbulet muter like a flying fish, really, yes, othor also sometimes feel, but if jumping directly to the end what is exciting with imperfect conflict? I don't like being able to skip. So wess, stay calm same othor this mah 😎.
