Silence of a Son-in-law

DSM-18

I'm really worried right now. When you want to go home to Mas Ashraf, you did not give permission at all. You told me to stay home until Mas Ashraf came home. He said there was something to talk about with my husband. In fact, if Mas Ashraf does not follow then you will actually file a divorce suit for him. I can't talk about anything either. Just according to what my father said. 

However, until Magrib's time, Mas Ashraf had not come at all. Not even sending a message. There was nothing I could do but shut up and take a deep breath. Indeed, I should have realized that Mas Ashraf did not consider me valuable anymore.

In fact, until Isha's time came, Mas Ashraf had not yet come, even though I had been waiting for him. Moreover, the insistence of my parents who kept asking about Mas Ashraf. 

I feel like crying. However, I don't want to be seen in front of my parents. I wanted to prove to them that I was their strong and tough daughter. It is not easy to cry let alone give up on the situation even though sometimes I have to strengthen my own mentality. 

I'm*just breathe again. I don't know how many times. Just to reduce my chest that felt heavy and tight. I tried to send a message to Mas Ashraf, but it only ticked one and somehow it would turn into a blue tick. 

When the clock is eight o'clock. I was tired of waiting for my husband to come. My father told me to go to the room immediately. From the look in his eyes and the tone of his speech, I knew the man was angry. Maybe you feel disappointed because Mas Ashraf did not look for me at all. 

With a shaky step, I headed to the room. However, when I just held the door handle, I heard the sound of someone saying a greeting even though faint. I seem to know that voice very well.

I abandoned my intention to enter the room and turned around to make sure that my husband was coming.

Justright. Ashraf was standing in the doorway. However, I was surprised by myself. Usually if Mas Ashraf comes home then I will welcome and greet his hands. But not for now. I just sat behind the sofa. I looked at my husband who was also looking at me. When I saw the look in the eyes of the Father so sharp, I could only sculpt. My legs felt hard and I couldn't step. 

There is nothing I can do but obey your orders. I left Mas Ashraf with my father. I wanted to eavesdrop on their conversation out of curiosity. However, after I thought again more I stayed in the room and let the two men talk to each other. 

When I was just laying in bed, I saw my mother come in. It was such a pity to see his face look lethargic. I'm sure what I'm going through must be a burden on her mind. 

Although all this time close to me is the Father, but I believe that the inner Mother is more hurt. Because women use feelings more often than men who use logic more often. 

There was a lot of advice I received about my household being on the edge. I just nodded, too. Just like listening to your advice. 

After a while, Mas Ashraf entered the room with his face flat. There was no smile at all. Seeing Mas Ashraf who entered the room, Mother immediately said goodbye to rest. I know, actually, I deliberately gave time to me and Mas Ashraf. 

"Maas ...." 

"I didn't think you were a complainant. Why are you complaining to Dad? In fact, you're cheating me! The wife doesn't know herself!" 

Mas Ashraf's impact made my words stick in my throat. I just kept quiet and looked at the man who seemed to be filled with anger.