SUFFERING WITH IN-LAWS

Mas Damar's Posts

Tonight I let Kean sleep with his mom and dad. After seeing Kean sleeping between father and mother. I immediately went into the room, to rest.

I saw the clock on the phone showing at eight o'clock. Mayang and Kean's nanny are asleep.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the atmosphere was already very quiet and quiet. No motorized vehicles crossed the road in front of the house. Only the sound of crickets and other night animals that accompany solitude in this room.

I opened the phone, hoping for a message from Randy. It was confirmed that he had left and was on the plane.

True to my guess, it turns out Randy sent a message half an hour ago. Who filled her he say goodbye and give sa

"Sarah, I got on the plane. I hope you can take care of yourself and Kean is fine, don't forget to leave my greetings to your parents. Take care of yourself and Kean for me."

This short message was sent half an hour ago, and I'm sorry I just read. Because I don't have a cell phone in my hand.

But what filled my heart was the last sentence in the short message.

Why did he say take care of himself for him? Does he have a taste for me?

But...why does he not want to express his feelings directly to me?

I also immediately replied to the message, even though my reply was not currently in. But I'm sure, when he arrived on a different continent than me. The message will be read by him.

The message has been sent, now I lay my body on a couch covered in foam mattresses.

I wanted to close my eyes, but my heart and mind were still jubilant about the last sentence Randy wrote in the short message Randy sent me.

Does she have any sense in me?, is she afraid of losing me and Kean? am I a father? is that just a concern for a friend? what, what, and what keeps popping up in my brain.

The night was getting late, but I still hadn't closed my eyes.

I decided to open Facebook, who knows by surfing in the world, sleepiness will come to me.

But when I first opened the Facebook application, there was a Damar mas account that appeared.

Tumben once he made a status on Facebook, because I know he is a man who does not really like to spread anything in cyberspace.

"Basic!! Women don't know themselves, I'm lucky you gave me a chance to refer to me. Eh.. instead of selling expensive pretend not to want!!.Already have a little income already dagu!!! Egoist women, never think about our baby feelings!!."

Mas Damar status managed to make these eyes more literate, absolutely no drowsiness that came to me. It was like drinking five cups of coffee at once. Eyes immediately brightly lit, because of reading the post mas Damar.

Reading Damar's post makes the blood pump faster. There is a sense of annoyance and disappointment with the attitude of mas Damar. Why now he likes to spread all his problems on social media.

In the post there were a few comments, and I tried to open it. Want to know, what and anyone who commented on the post mas Damar that I think like a child.

"She doesn't know herself, man! Sok rich, even though it is also a village!!," comments from the account @Lidyacantiq.

I'm pretty sure that's Lidya's Facebook account, my ex-sister-in-law. Who begs for mercy. Last saw you yesterday before you left here. He met me at my shophouse.

"Yes, Lid. The basic woman of the village, yes definitely her brain is shallow," this time mas damar reply to comments from his sister.

He could have commented like that. I know the post was meant for me. Because when I saw the time he posted, after he left this house.

"Wahh... Which one is it? tag donk account people who do not want to be referred?," account named @lambeluber also commented on the post mas Damar. This time he asked Mas Damar to tag the woman in question in the post.

Don't let Damar mention my Facebook account. Because my Facebook account is a lot of loyal readers of my online novels and my pen pals.

Although I have never promoted my online novel on Facebook. But my loyal readers and my author friends are friends on my Facebook account.

Actually, I was already planning to create a new Facebook specifically for the promotion of my online novels. But because of my busyness every day, so to lupaan deh.

Then I tried the scroll again down, because this curiosity made me unable to sleep. Just let all of you not sleep all night, because of Damar mas postings social media diacun his.

"If it can be repaired, repair your relationship. For the sake of your child." this time a comment from an account called @bundasahaja.

"Your staff, Mar! In my condition like this. You want to refer to @Sarah123?!," How shocked I was when I read the comments from @Biancalove. I'm sure it's a Bianca account.

And what made me even more upset, Bianca called my account in her comments.

And a lot of comments on Bianca's comments.

"Is this his wife?" comments the account Roseberduri commenting on Bianca's comments.

"Cuss donk to account @Sarah123." continued comment account @Inginbahagiwith you.

"Well, yes, even though he is married but this man wants to refer again to his ex-wife. Very greedy!!, for me only one of them. I am single." comments from the @priakesepian account.

But from these comments there was not a single reply from Mas Damar. Mas Damar only replied to comments from Lidya who was at the beginning.

And my prayer at this time, may the readers of my novel not know about this post.

I don't want to bring myself to Damar's post. I'm afraid my pen name is smeared by a post by Mas Damar.

Because I'm sure, people who don't know the real story in my life with Mas Damar. They will blame me. Because I became a selfish woman who did not think about the feelings of my only child by not wanting to refer to her biological father.

I opened the WhatsApp app immediately. I'm looking for Damar's name.

"Mas, what do you mean make such a post on Facebook?! Now also delete that post!!," message I sent. I don't care what time it is, because my emotions were provoked by Damar's post.

Without waiting for long, the incoming message notification reads.

"So soon Damar replied to my message, maybe he had not slept" I muttered with heart. I opened the notification of the message, and it turned out to be the correct incoming message from Mas Damar.

"What right do you have to rule me with?, and you are not my wife! So I like to post anything!!,"

The reply to Damar's message further enraged my heart. He could be like an innocent man.

"But I'm so bothered by your post, mas!!," I sent a reply to her.

"What is bothering you?! Why are you so confident, if I refer to you that post?!, I mention your name on that post?,"

This time the reply to Mas Damar's message made me not wince. Because what was said.as Damar does have a point. He didn't mention my name on his post.

"But your post, makes other people assume that I'm the person you're referring to!," I still keep replying to Damar's messages. Because I feel like the post is on me.

"Betting with the assumptions of others. Obviously I never mentioned you in that post!!,"

This time I did not forward a message to Mas Damar. Because it's useless I reminded him, because he was never aware of his mistakes.

Now I try to close my eyes, because I see the clock on the wall of the room already showed at two in the morning. Who knows I can rest even if only for a short time, because after the dawn prayer I have to go home. Mobile phones too

I put it on the nightstand next to my sleeping cot.

Still, these eyes woke up before dawn, even though I only slept for a few hours. Maybe because I'm used to it?.

As I usually do my routine before dawn. I saw that she was awake and busy in the kitchen.

While the father is still accompanying Kean who is still asleep, even though the father himself has woken up. Looks like you don't want to waste time with Kean.

After the evening prayer, I went to the kitchen to accompany the mother who was preparing provisions for my trip to the city while waiting for the arrival of dawn. Because we don't want breakfast, I think it's too much if I have breakfast at dawn. Finally mom made me provisions, so that it can be eaten in the car.

Adhan dawn reverberate very melodious accompanied by the sound of river water bubbling behind the house, making more comfortable living here. But what power, we must still go home to the city, because the work that requires us to return to the hustle and bustle of the big city.

After the Fajr prayer, I went back to the kitchen to help mom organize our provisions.

Mayang and Kean's nanny are also awake. They rushed to shower and pray. After that they prepare what will be brought home.

After everything was sorted out, I immediately changed clothes. Now just waiting for the arrival of Sinta who will pick us up here.

All the bags and suitcases I had prepared on the porch. Mother and father accompanied us who were waiting for Sinta's invitation.

"Sir, Ma'am, Sarah, I hope you and your mom will stay in town. Because of her plan, Sarah will buy another house" I said breaking the saturation while waiting for an invitation from Sinta.

"If father and mother live in the city, father mother can easily meet with Kean." persuaded me. This time I used Kean as my parents' heartburn.

"Not that you don't want to live in Sarah's city, but you're very comfortable here. If you want to buy another house, buy it. Let me later you will try to divide the time to be able to stay there a little longer" said the father gave an excuse.

"Actually if you miss Kean very much, it feels very difficult to be dammed. But the father and mother are always looking for busyness, so that this heart is not too sad." he continued while peeping Kean's head. The one Kean was currently in his carriage.

Before long, Sinta's car came. And we set out to return to the city after saying goodbye to my father and mother.

Inevitably, this short meeting managed to make a teary blurb when separated.

If my village was close to us, I would probably come here every day. Or maybe every night I would come home here, and the next morning back to the city to work.

But in fact it is not possible, because the trip to this village takes approximately three hours to reach the mother's house.

My hands were waved at my two heaven worlds. The wrinkled face was the one who had managed to raise me and Mayang with his hard work.

The car moved away from my parents' house. The house is no longer visible.

And because last night I only slept for about an hour and a half. Now the sleepiness began to attack me, and I fell asleep in the car driven by Sinta.

"Crazy, Sarah. Just climbed Uda just to sleep!," a faint sound of Sinta's voice mocking me. But I didn't mind it, because these eyes are so heavy to open.