SURVIVING BECAUSE OF STATUS

Chapters 11. THERE IS ONE ROOF

My in-laws took me home to my house with mas amir. From here flowed the story that two months ago mas Amir had introduced the woman to his mother. Which parent is not surprised to find that his son, who was well educated, taught good manners and religion, lightly said that he wanted to marry her.

His other confession that he did not want to accumulate sins because their relationship was too far and long established. It feels sad that this heart hears it, it turns out that it has been a long time since Amir lied to me.

What a wrath my in-laws at that time, even her sister Nisa also scolded her brother. Nisa clearly said that the woman was heartless, the actor and many other maki insults.

But instead of canceling even they blatantly asked Mom and her sister nisa to persuade me to want to be combined.

Out loud they refuse. “if still insistent on marrying this woman go and take care of your own problems mother will not interfere. You have grown up to understand your duties and responsibilities as a husband. And remember, once a husband hurts his wife then he sins to his Lord”. My mother-in-law said at the time. But love seems to have blinded the heart of Amir.he remains with his stance.

On the condition that Amir can not legally marry, just religious marriage, there should be no large-scale celebration. The conditions my in-laws put forward. Now I understand why it didn't look like there were files on the desk there.

I'm surprised for sure. The pain of feeling cheated and lied to all this time is much more devastating. My sacrifice seemed to be unappreciated. My question remains the same, why would Amir want to go back to the person who once threw it away like trash in the past.

My tears kept flowing hearing my in-laws' stories. The legitimate word of the witnesses is still buzzing in the ear. As if dousing my wounds with vinegar water, the stinging was extreme.

“Don't leave Amir, don't even ask to be separated from him. Believe me Amir needs you he just lost, now I'm sure you are able to pass this all” it's my in-laws voice, the net does not stop flirting clear. Grasping my hand tightly. I also did not lose the fragility of my lips locked only tears that more and more flowing.

“Sisa is angry she does not want to come to her sister's wedding, the story about the woman she already knows, about her past. I don't know I don't understand what makes my son so so so” his voice is soft .

“Nadvisor om he did not mind. As a substitute for his father, this om has the right to tell the best for Amir. It was as if love had blinded his heart. Your in-laws rightly said fira, do not leave Amir he was just drunk with love for a moment. When the influence is gone, he will keep looking for you. Om knows very well how he loves you. You and Rania” that sound om herman sister of my mother-in-law sound softly pleading.

I haven't even had time to greet him from before. There was Rania who fell asleep in her arms. Poor my son maybe he's tired of crying to sleep. “Put in the room om later tired” I take herman with me while holding Rania.

Just finished closing the door to Rania's room there was a commotion below, my mother-in-law was like she was angry. Hermann and I rushed to the guest room. This scene, I saw mas amir hugging a crying mother, behind him in front of the door that was closed by the woman who had just become my honey stood down with a large suitcase beside her.

“Didn't you just see the wound of syafira, let him stay here with his son don't have that woman” blandest my mother-in-law said it because her crying did not also subside. “you two humans are not perperasa” with the anger that exploded the middle-aged woman pushed her son violently. “Take the seductress away from here mom won't want to see it.” The point leads to Andara.

The woman went deeper and deeper. Not to see a sad or disappointed face there his face flat. “from now on and on Andara has become my responsibility, he will stay here because he is also my wife” insistent on him my husband defended this cheap woman.

“you can do what you think is right but remember keep the feeling of shafira, she is also your wife” with my in-laws emotions defending me.

“let bu” soothe the in-laws, caress his shoulders slowly hope his emotions subside. “do what you want as you like mas don't care about me” I give up? no. gabe. The free face of two stubborn people in front of me for now would only be emotionally draining.

“somewhere when you will regret your actions, om hope when it happens Syafira still want to be your wife, om saying we are disappointed with you.” Om Herman stepped out while embracing the mother's shoulder, his crying had not subsided. A mother's disappointment with her proud son. My call was ignored and begged not to go home. At least until I calmed down, but my in-laws hugged me tightly as her tears flowed down the river. Letting go of them with a cry that is no less heart-wrenching.

Entering the house past the two creatures that I hate the most right now. “Andara will stay here” mas amir voice stop my steps.

“I know do as you please don't care about me” answered me my gaze far ahead I stood ignoring the two lovebirds who were sitting on the living room sofa.

“ without you even explaining he will stay here. So do as you please”

“One request of mine he will sleep in guest room” my answer passed away. Staying in the room is much more fun nowadays. Being with them makes me sick.

Locking the door weeps again, lamenting fate. Can I survive with all this. Until when?. Questions popped up in the head. My happiness has been shattered along with the arrival of the riot-making woman in my family. Where I'll put my face. The harmonious family that I am proud of is already sinking. God, if I had the strength I'd want to be apart. But this bond of love is too strong to hold me.

There are too many reasons for me to walk away from Amir's life but only one reason for me to stay, too strong is this love and the status of the widow that people will pin on me to be my other fears.

What kind of shadow my housewife looks like in the future I don't know. Why the heart of Amir did this all even I who was not prepared had to accept the pain that was endless.

Marrying that woman was enough to hurt me and now she's asking her to stay on the same roof as me. I want to see them every day and time. Were they intentionally doing that to hurt me deeply, it felt like I was unable to.

The knocking of the door was heard, my husband's voice. I don't want to open the door, I don't care. Whatever he says will only add to my wounds. Repeated beats, apparently my husband still has not given up. “sayang can not we talk for a moment?”. Apakatanya. Hah, it sounds sweet but my stomach is suddenly nauseous hearing my husband's sweet words.

Preparing my heart and mind until I finally opened the door of the room, two people in front of me would step in, before finally I closed again. A surprised look was drawn there. Look at each other and do not forget the hands that hold each other tightly. Cih, I'm so disgusted to see it.

“can we talk emotionlessly, speak kindly as family” my husband looks at me pleading.

“we talk below” without turning my head down the stairs two lovebirds follow me behind is indeed what to talk about.

“Now Andara has become my wife” My husband started after sitting in the family room sofa.

“terus..” It was my voice so tight, without looking at it for sure. And the woman was silent next to my husband

“I hope you are good to him, we will stay here together until later aging with” his tone is slow but sharp until my ears are more silent just listen.

“you as the first wife, mas please can guide Andara, consider her your sister”

“sorry I don't have a sister” I cut quickly it's nice just think sister, Pelakor yes.

My husband bowed in a moment he set his breath, turned to his new wife the gaze they met wanted it to feel like I clawed their faces sick of me, really.

“listen first until finished” it orders the head of the family who was wronged on one of his wives.

“tell him of his duties and responsibilities as a wife, what he may and may not do in this house. Teach him cooking, cleaning house”

“aku g can han... cooking cleanksn home I can't.”uuuuhhhh... spoiled once this honey sound. Immediately the amir stopped his suggestion of seeing his juliet suddenly sulking while holding the hand that had been coiled in his arm. It just makes me hate it more.

Hani is the nickname andara for my husband, the call has started from them dating first turned out to be still used.

“he is not a newly married person, has never been married. That means do not need to be taught about it all, should be experienced, if only this unimportant thing is discussed no need for formal pomp.he is a widow right?” my voice rises. Not listening to whining makes my ears hot.

For the umpteenth of my heart as if squeezed, I congratulate you both who have managed to make new wounds on my wounds that have not dried.