SURVIVING BECAUSE OF STATUS

CHAPTER 14 ACCEPTING DESTINY

“When you go back” it sounds father, soft but deep. Doesn't your dad like me coming home?

“not the father kicked you out, I just don't want you to sin by neglecting your husband” his eyes glared far ahead, we were both sitting in the house, mother put Rania to bed in the room from an hour ago.

Mother's house has two rooms next to each other, in front of which there is an elongated living room. In the back, the dining room and kitchen are facing each other. The size of the building is 6x12. While the bathroom is in the back is 5 meters from the mother house. The yard of the house is very wide even behind there is an empty land that is no less extensive. The terrace is elongated in shape, there are four chairs and one small table where we relax.

“you have been here for a week, and during that time you have neglected your husband, no matter what he does, he is still your husband. It means that you are obligated to serve him, do not add to the pile of sins. The pain you are experiencing now should be a field of reward with and patience keikhlasan.” Looking back at me, her gaze looked far away.

“fira don't know sir, this pain has never been imagined before. Fira disappointed, fira's confidence avenged treason” back this pain attacked. Can't you understand my situation.

“Bapak just wants the best, you're his only son. Our pride. From childhood you are educated father with good religion, good akhlaq. Harapaannya Only one, after adulthood you understand your duties and responsibilities according to religion.” Still a glare. The leaves of the mango tree that are blown by the wind attract the attention of the father.

“Hp you from the sound of, take pity, from the beginning you get here not once you answer your husband's call, no matter how painful your feelings do not make you a wife of disobedience.” Mom walked in handing me my salary. I lazily took that thing out of my mother's hand. I don't know even to hear his voice I can't. Imagining what he did and his new wife made me not want to go home.

“assalamualaikum..” I was forced to answer after a week I ignored. It's nothing just afraid of being scolded by my father the reason I answered him.

“waalaikum greetings, when to go home?” what kind of question is that, instead of asking me about rania or asking my mother's father's condition is a selfish man

“I don't know, I've closed,, assalamualaikum” is indeed what to talk about. Pleasant questions. Now he doesn't need me anymore there's that seductress beside him.

Back this rectangular object lit up, the same name was written there lazy once I answered it.

“bapak who spoke” dad reached out to take it, I leave in doubt. What you want to talk about.

“assalamualaikum how are you son amir, this is father, sorry can you speak” soft voice father greet his daughter-in-law

“..............”

“Syafira will go home, waiting to be picked up by Rania if you have to take public transportation” I turned to dislike, you could have asked mas amir to pick me up. I can go home by myself my hatred for that man has not faded I do not want one car with him.

I don't know what they're talking about I don't want to hear it, want to feel angry with you. But I can't, for the sake of respect that I uphold can only hold it.

“your husband is still worried about you, that means he is still in love. For his treatment of you he must have his own reasons.Tomorrow he wants to pick you up, go home, for the sake of rania for your little family be patient” father's voice is more firm now, enter the house. Stay here with mom.

“maybe this is already your destiny line know what it feels like in honey, if you are sincere heaven in return, then, do not let you as a wife thrown the word divorce let not go to heaven even smell it forbidden for you nak” this tough woman advised.do not know my mother is not as strong and patient as mother.

“fira is not strong ma'am, my patience has its limits if fira can eliminate this love. Definitely fira will choose split” is my real choice. But what, love has weakened my senses

“istighfar son..don't until you part.so the widow is not tasty you will get a lot of slander. All villagers know that you are a lucky woman, have a good husband career and well established business. A beautiful child good in-law. That's how perfect your life is in their eyes. So many are envious of a mother having a child like you” the pleading gaze of a mother for her child. Back this pain throbbed. Please enable me, Lord....

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Back home, back to my hell life. Hell was created by them. It felt empty, there was no warmth in it right now. I looked around for some reason feeling strange in my own home.

For my mom and dad, I have to be strong. If anyone gets out of here, then that woman should. For the sake of the firm face of my father and mother in front of my neighbors and relatives I will endure I will make them remain proud of me.

“don't thank you” answered me ketus as it passed

“here I'm the carrying rania, hani must be tired of nyetir” suddenly I'm nauseous to hear his call

“no need, baby just enter this already tonight sick” chat what kind of this, sick of hearing it.

Not an hour ago in this house the hatred began to be etched. I quickly entered the room, took a shower and slept before I completely vomited in front of them.

At 5 am downstairs, after finishing the bath and worship, preparing breakfast as I usually do. It's the first day I've been down in the kitchen since the woman was here. Cooking a regular menu, no need to think about the taste of the wife of mas amir is not my responsibility.

It was just me alone, unseen the newlyweds were out of the room. I don't know what they're doing I don't care. It hurts but she's also my husband's legal wife. Just imagine the pain in the heart throbbing again. Jealousy, hate, hurt will be my friend every day here. Preparing yourself is much more important than giving away the unimportant

For now I will just try to live out my destiny, as my mother wishes. Carry out my duties as a wife as your father advised. Although I did not know until

Omelette, fried tofu, oseng-oseng chickpeas sambal my husband's favorite onion already presented on the table. Peeling the fruit and making warm milk for the amir mas afterwards. For that woman I don't care, she should have also prepared her husband's breakfast instead. The menu for breakfast is made simple, the lunch menu is more complete with soup. While dinner according to the request of rania same mas Amir. Sometimes fruiting is also sometimes only fried chicken and sambel.

I stick my food menu in the fridge from Monday to week to make it easier to make it. Unless suddenly we want to eat out of it another story. As much as I can cook my husband doesn't like to eat out.

“assalamualaikum dear, cook apa” voice my priest walked up to the table. Her face was fresh the fragrance of soap smelled my senses, her wet hair neatly arranged. Behind my honey follows with equally wet hair. God, seeing this sight makes me sick, the shadow of their intimacy last night shaded over me.

“Waalaikum greetings, breakfast menu usually” answer just that. I turned my gaze to the plate where I arranged fresh pieces of fruit. They were sitting next to me. Andara looked at the menu, her face flat.

“i want milk but ga pack sugar mbak..”tapan sharp quilakkan on him, which is true what this snake woman considers me her maid.

“can make your own right, fresh milk there is a refrigerator, if milk powder is in a jar of green color.” My answer is flat it's too early to let out emotions.

“but I can't” his powerful voice made me wipe my chest holding back the explosive emotions

“can't do what not want?” short of it, to punch his pride.

“i am not unusual..from the first maid made.” At 28 years old, like a boy, it turns out this is my husband's taste. A spoiled woman who can't do anything, even as wide as making milk.

This man just silently did not give any reaction, chewing fresh fruit from the plate. My conversation didn't seem to catch his attention. Kan, so confused himself want to answer how.

“then from now on get used to it, even though there is a helper not all tasks are charged to him” a little bit of my emotions are provoked. It's okay, didn't Amir tell me his duty. Okay, now's the right time, I guess.

“The name is tini, maybe you already know.” Staring sharply at him

“Mas amir has been introducing since I first entered this house” the woman looked at me scared.

“this house woke up at 5 after dawn prayers, made their own breakfast because mbak tini came at 7, he said, and one more please dress modestly there is Rania who should be given an example” youcansee shirt with a wide neck down, just down a little then her cleavage looks perfect. And remember the white hotpant as his subordinate. I know this is in the house indeed, does not worry about him climbing so while there is me who wears clothes covered even negligent material.

“told him he can't be at once he's still adapting in this house, let's learn slowly” what, my husband defended this woman in front of me. This is still a trivial matter, the matter of making milk he defended. I love my husband so much for his new wife. Where did his love for me go? That fast. Allah.it hurts so much. I'm trying to make peace with my destiny, but look at the treatment I got from this man with the title of husband.

Just the beginning, can't he be fair just for trivial things, but only knowing good instead of scolding. Don't blame me if my hatred for you thrives, I tried to kill him but you nurtured him. Welcome pain let's grow together, build hatred for these two creatures before me.