SURVIVING BECAUSE OF STATUS

CHAPTERS 18. START SHOWING THE ORIGINALS

I did my duty as usual, preparing breakfast, for Amir and his wife especially for Rania. Sitting together at the table, enjoying breakfast without making a sound.

After the incident I was yelled at that morning, I was more silent, only occasionally talking to the rest of Rania I did not care.

It turns out that being stupid is also very comfortable in situations like this. I did all my duties as a wife so that God would not do me any harm. Except duty in bed, because my husband never asked for it.

I realized for that one business maybe you are more interesting, so my husband does not need me anymore.

Setting breakfast menu at the dinner table, alone as usual. Waiting for the other residents to come out. I saw the clock in the living room. Half-seven, Mas Amir and his wife just came out there sick and jealous there.my existence here is no more just complementary.

“han..later I want kesalon, after that Arisan same friends. Can it?” maduku opened the conversation. Ikulirik my husband he nodded with a smile. Great, no, I'm here, standing in front of him. It is considered a statue only. Don't smile at me just don't.

The good news is that this pain is not as severe as it used to be, the power of pain has diminished even if only a little. Seeing their affection gives me more strength to let go slowly.

I don't know if I feel trapped playing at home in my own home.I don't feel the warmth of marriage. My relationship with my husband is so bland. But the romance of Andara's marriage to Mas amir has just begun, ironically before my eyes his first wife.

“transfer well,,” stare spoiled my husband, back my husband nods with his gentle smile.

“yeeeeee...makasih ya” kissed Mas Amir's cheeks, my husband gently stroked your hair. Romantic isn't.

“Hani..I want to eat out yeah, I don't like my honey bosen” menu sulking his face sour. After looking at the food menu that I cooked with great difficulty. How am I feeling? Pain, other than the person is not considered to be there, now my cooking is not appreciated. Complete is my humiliation drama so early.

Mas Amir looked at me, don't think he would sympathize with me, believe me the gaze was just flat as describing the bad taste just no more. I was pretending not to see.

“ayo dong hani..you want me to starve” his whine spoiled, his hand holding the upper arm of Mas Amir wiggled him, just like Rania when asked to buy her beloved doll.

“ya already” after answering so, Mas Amir stood holding Andara's hand, walking out without speaking anything to me. Their umpteenth wound was incised right in front of me. I just stared at his disappearance.

Hopefully later my heart will get used to their treatment so that this pain is lessened by my husband's injustice.

Three months I was pitted, now my honey is no longer ashamed to ask this it whines in front of me. And everything he wanted was fulfilled.

I never asked and asked for money from my husband, because of all the money I held. In addition to his salary as a manager in the SOE company, income as a property entrepreneur will he transfer without me asking.

That was before this riot-carrying woman came. Now, all I get into is a salary, the rest is no more. I understand enough, things are changing now. Maybe my husband needs a lot of money to meet your unusual needs.

Raniaku woke up, after bathing and cleaning her body. Back to the dining room. He asked his father, my heart hurts. They can both hurt me but not Rania, my daughter is still not ready to lose the figure of a father.

He who used to be spoiled, was treated like a princess by his father. Suddenly it must be replaced. Andara's existence not only took Mas amir from me but also from my little daughter. Hopefully he won't hate his father.

“like this cooperation agreement bu,,,”a salesman hand over sample cooperation sheet from retail company. I was dealing with two men in front of me they were salesmen and retail company envoys who wanted to work with me.

“oke I learn first later the decision I contact you” take the paper from his hand, open and read the important points only, the rest later I learn more.

“ini number Hp. Me, just call this number. Ma'am,” the other man replied. The appearance is neater with a shirt and pants and shiny shoes. He was young in his 20s.

“oke later I contact this one only, thank you for the offer” pointed to a paper containing a row of HP numbers in my hand, then shook hands alternately.

“hopefully mother replied yes, because later mother got training and our company. It is already in our SOP, besides there is a half-yearly sales bonus as well as an annual sales bonus ” I nodded understand. both go after saying goodbye.

“Aneh sri, very fast we get a quote. Though the retail store is bigger than us a lot, why they choose us yes” my head is full of question marks.

“not us but mother, this is a mother's store, it's mom, the name is windfall no one knows, maybe god heard the mother” prayer straight ahead.

“Hopefully, amen..”quab face with both hands. My prayers are sincere from the heart. Sri has a point, maybe the Lord is easing my way, so that I can release myself slowly.

I don't know why I'm more at home in the store than at home now. If I wasn't afraid, Sri suspects I'd like to spend my days and nights here. Maybe I need peace, my heart is too tired to accept all this pain.

At 8pm, I accompanied Rania to learn to read in the living room, complete with books and coloring pencils. I finished cleaning up the rest of my dinner with Rania.

I heard footsteps approaching. Turns out my husband, I saw his tired face. I did not come to welcome because usually Andara did it. Not that I don't want to, but it seems like Mas Amir is more happy for Andara to welcome him. Again I know myself enough.

I glanced, My husband went in by himself where did Andara go? Sitting at the dinner table loosened the tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. Roll both of his long arms up to the elbow.

“mother did not cook dinner” tanyanya still with the look of her tired face

“aku same Rania has eaten” silent for a moment

“some days this dinner is always leftover, usually will eat out” continued me in a soft voice

“I'm hungry please, ask for help make me dinner” the door is clear. Moving closer to me sat Lesehan accompanying Rania on her little learning desk. I can't bear it, even if he hurts me a lot. But I can't really hate him.

“Rania same father first well, mother want to make dad eat” my goodbye to Rania while moving to kedapur.

“Turning on the stove, pasting the pan over it, pouring a little cooking oil. Breaking eggs directly on the frying pan because my husband prefers omelette than omelet. Strew a little salt on it. Shrink the fire so that it ripens perfectly until it is yellow.

Fortunately there is still rice cooker, enough for the portion of dinner Mas Amir. Pouring the rice on the plate. While waiting for the eggs to ripen, turning back the two sides of the egg alternately.I just soak the rice container.

Done, I put the eggs on hot rice.

“iyah,,,,”dia stand after kissing Rania head. “mau made sambel?” much

“no need, I shower first” he replied as he passed In his room with Andara. Not in our room. Sick...?? no, for this one I'm used to it. Some of his clothes were already there.

I saw him eating his food so voraciously, it was clear that he was really hungry, I would accompany him while telling him a story. But now that it was awkward, I left him at the table after preparing the drinking water.

“Rania sleepy, bobok bunda” Rania's voice resuscitated me from daydream.

“tidy up first new books bobok ya” while helping him tidy up the study table and books scattered on the floor. I saw that Mas Amir was approaching and apparently his meal was done.

“Rania does not want to chat first with father” askanya

“Rania tired sleepy,,,” feels there is a distance between Rania and her father I never taught her. Since the incident that morning, Rania is like keeping a distance with her father.

At 9 I went back to my room after putting Rania to sleep, I saw my husband still sitting in the family room watching TV. But his gaze was blank, I occasionally saw him breathing heavily. I don't care about the time, break tomorrow my agenda is studying the cooperation papers, looking for a wider store. Bismillah, hopefully everything goes well.

Mas Amir glimpsed me, there's a fond gaze there I don't know. Go into the room and get a body. Ah, enjoy the rest.

Until the door opened, his figure appeared behind the door.

“can I sleep here” I sit it feels strange my husband ask permission to sleep in his own room.I nodded slowly

“where is Andara?”much

“go with his friends” answer is short

“have been a few days he always comes home late at night” he added

“oooo...” that's all that comes out of my mouth.

“can I ask something” Mas Amir glanced at me then looked down

I nod my head.

“are you out there another man?” the question was slow and even cautious. But what my senses catch is like a big hammer hitting my chest hurts and is shocked

“we are not the same, even though you betrayed me but I never intended to betray you” my voice presses slowly my jaw hardens.

“after you said I was a cheap woman, now accusing me of cheating, while she who obviously comes home late every night you don't suspect, it's great that my husband's” is as low as I was before her. I hold my anger so as not to explode, it's 9 p.m. Rania had just gone to sleep so she was shocked to hear my screams.

“if your arrival in the room just want to accuse me, come out” still with a low tone full of emphasis.crowded up on the cruel speech of my husband.

“i didn't mean to accuse you, it's just. We have never been in contact for three months, what.”the question hangs. Okay I understand what that means

“iya, we should have fallen one talak because you ignored the bathin's living, but take it easy I do not mind. until now we are still legally husband and wife and I can still maintain my honor as your wife.”

I slept behind her stupidly so I didn't care. He had made an incision over the wound that had not dried. My heart is too broken, even to hear his voice I am not willing.

At half-time seven in the morning I was neat with a tosca color, with matching color hijab, I had breakfast Omelet Rania's favorite, we only made breakfast for two people.

Passing through the dining table, I saw Mas Amir looking at me confused, so early I and rania were ready to leave.

“You go where” asked, do not forget he sat alone there is no wife there

“mau depart” answered me briefly what else

“this morning, even you haven't made me breakfast” talk while looking at me sharply she stands up to me and Rania.

“starting this morning I will not cook breakfast, eat out” I replied annoyed

“maybe my cooking is boring” continued without looking at my husband. Thank goodness she remembered her treatment yesterday.

“can't we be as we used to”his gaze is good, but I'm not affected this wound is too painful to remove just by the sentence earlier.

“sorry it's too late” replied me as it passed

“aku miss Rania” she screamed before I entered the living room. I stopped my steps

Gone a glance, what he said kangen. Strange, the child in front of him he ignored for the sake of the woman, now he says kangen.

“There is a hani,,, still too early already ribut” cinderalla is awake still with the typical appearance of people waking up. Wait, what did he say, too early? May I laugh out loud here.

Unemployment whose work only spends the husband's money, it does not know that now is the time for people to make a living. He thinks it's still dark on the outside.

I left them, still caught in your ear asking permission for next week's vacation to Korea with his fellow tourists. Pain returns to the chest. I didn't hear my husband's answer, but I can confirm that my husband would agree.

It is becoming more and more clear that your goal is to marry my husband. Mas Amir was fooled a second time. The more my honeymoon the more it shows the originals. She doesn't care about her husband, all she needs is her money.