Silence of a Son-in-law

DSM-15

"What if Ashraf was in a relationship with Yuni. They go to work together, is that wrong!" 

My mother-in-law's voice was more like a snap and all I could do was take a deep breath.

"I know, Mom. But, I'm not sure Mas Ashraf doesn't have any relationship with Yuni. I saw them in a friendly piggy bank."

I also talked excitedly and did not care even though my mother-in-law looked very dislike. I don't want to grieve and be tormented like this. Although I have to bear the title as a widow later, but I think it is better than having to maintain a marriage that makes my pride feel trampled. 

"Huh, why, anyway! Just let them close. After all, Yuni is better than you." 

My mother-in-law really has no feelings. He could not think of whether his words hurt my heart or not. 

"Then why isn't Yuni the daughter-in-law of Mother, Yuni" I said. 

"Indeed the plan was so. Incidentally, I will tell you that Ashraf will remarry Yuni. So, I hope you don't make it harder." 

For God's sake, I'd love to strangle this woman in front of me. If there is no sin, I will kill him. However, I had to fight desperately so that my brain could continue to think sanely. 

"I wouldn't if it was mixed! If Mas Ashraf wants to marry Yuni, then he should divorce me first." I still don't want to lose. 

I saw my mother-in-law's gaze getting sharper. However, I am not at all daunted. It's about self-esteem that I have to uphold.

"You!" 

I chose to go into the room and did not care even though my mother-in-law had been nagging ever since. I deliberately did not want to listen because the tone of his speech would damage my eardrum and his speech would definitely hurt my heart. 

I wept. Shedding everything that felt full on the chest. It was so painful and my heart felt so sorry. Why did I believe so easily in the sweet words of Mas Ashraf that I immediately agreed when the man invited me to marry me. 

***

I didn't go out of my room all day. Not eating at all, but no one cares. In fact, my mother-in-law was just being indifferent. Rather than bothering about things that are not important in my opinion, I also prefer to play mobile phones in the room even though I do not know what is interesting from the flat object. 

I heard the door opened, I just kept quiet and thought there was no one. In fact, when Mas Ashraf told me to get a towel, I didn't even answer. I chose to get up and get what the man asked for. 

"Why are you quiet?" ask Mas Ashraf. 

Again I did not answer and preferred to go back to bed. It doesn't matter though Mas Ashraf will be mad at me. It seems like my husband was really upset that I heard the bathroom door closing so tightly that it made a loud noise that it could shock me. 

When Mas Ashraf was in the shower, his phone rang and I saw the name 'gasman' on the screen. My forehead is pucker inside. I was suspicious of that name. 

"For what gasmen call Mas Ashraf," I murmured softly. Fearing that something important would be discussed, I immediately received the call.

However, it was not the voice of the man I heard but the voice of a woman who sounded so spoiled and sexy as made-up. 

"Mas, my raincoat is left in the trunk of your bike. Will you drive her home? I've prepared coffee for you." 

My hands clenched tightly and my breath went back to hunting. My heart is heating up. Although I rarely spoke and exchanged voices, I understood whose voice it was. Who else if not  ....

"Basic lakor!" my snapping. However, I gasped when Mas Ashraf snatched his phone from me. In fact, I could see the look in Mas Ashraf's eyes filled with flashes of anger. 

"Don't be presumptuous!" snapped it.