SURVIVING BECAUSE OF STATUS

CHAPTER 22. IN-LAW VISIT

The woman who gave birth to my husband entered the living room approaching us. Behind him a graceful woman wearing a milo-colored hijab. Adding gracefully to his face. She's my husband's sister, her name is Annisa.

“Not a syafira who will come out of this house, because he is the son-in-law and wife who is recognized in this house, so do not expect there will be a second marriage” sharp gaze directed to my honeymoon. He's bowed weakly

I rose to kiss my in-laws' hands as a sign of respect, as I always do.

“mom sit first, mom just the same as nisa here?” I led him to sit down, his chest rising and falling with anger. My husband got up to get me some drinking water in the kitchen. My parents followed my mother behind.

“mom should say if you want to come, I can pick up” my husband's voice, sit next to my mother, while giving a glass of water. How my honey, he sat glued to his place. His head was still getting deeper.

“if it is not nisa who stopped by here, I do not want to see the woman here” replied the mother still with a sharp gaze for Andara.

“iya sister,, nisa kangen Rania. Three months more we did not meet” soft nisa voice. Ah, she is gentle in every way. Lucky man who will be his life companion later.

“Rania is in her room, come in maybe she's playing doll” I said to nisa

“excuse me yes kak” Nisa asks for permission. I just nodded while smiling gently.

“bring Rania here nis, mom is also kangen. Mother does not have to go up the stairs” mother's voice softens, I am so relieved.

I knead her shoulders slowly, I already considered my in-laws like my own mother. It's just that I never told him about my household problems. The pity of fear weighs. Especially my father-in-law single parets.

I'll tell you what makes him happy. About the growth and development of Rania and the smooth running of my husband's business. And Nisa did too.

I'm an only child, it feels good when I get a sister-in-law like nisa, she already I think like my own sister.before my husband and I will always take time to visit once a week. If Mas Amir is not busy, even if we will not exchange news over the phone.

My house with in-laws is only 30 minutes away by car. If with a motorcycle longer, I love my mother-in-law the same as my love for my own mother. He is a good person, never angry, he said. His education for his children is indeed I admit extraordinary.

When I gave birth to Rania, she strengthened. Grasping my hand tightly and kissing my forehead many times. There is no reason for me not to respect him. Love her as sincerely as my heart in return for her kindness and affection for me as well as Rania. I am grateful to be in the midst of a warm family.

I don't know why when I saw her vent emotions to you I was so shocked. As I recall, this is a man whose patience is as wide as the ocean. There was no gentle look when dealing with Andara. A sharp look full of anger, a face that he never showed me.

“If you want to split with Amir, the mother of the first person who will oppose you. I don't want anyone to replace you” he said, his face still filled with anger. Mas Amir grasped the mother's hand while rubbing it gently. Andara looked down deeper, I don't know what was on the woman's mind.

“Only a great woman who patiently accompanies her unemployed husband, struggles together without complaining. Hopefully you won't forget it Mir..” continued my mother-in-law. My in-laws look soft on my husband's face. The man just remained silent.

“Women who come when you have everything, believe me she will leave you when she finds more than you. She just thinks of you as a mere stopover” looks like mom insinuating Andara. I really can't bear to see it.

His position is now cornered. I saw her shoulders shake, it seemed like she was crying. I couldn't bear to see it, wanting it to feel like I was calming down by rubbing her shoulders, but I wasn't that close. No matter how much I hate her, I still feel her sadness is unacceptable to her own husband's family.

I saw my husband approaching you with a panicked face. He rubbed the woman's shoulder still with his frightened face. Strange as it may seem, what is really going on with this couple. People crying out for sadness is common. So much his love for the long-haired woman that seeing her cry alone made him ketakutaen.

“why,, why can't I be happy for a moment. Why...” that my honey sound from slowly getting higher.

“why can't I be happy just a little... why.....!!!!!!” his voice was high in all my houses. I was afraid to see her face looking at me too, mother. His gaze was sharp, his eyes were red with tears. He came up to me and my mother. Her hair was scattered in front of her face. It was like I saw another figure. Not a beautiful, elegant and classy as usual.

“why do you hate me what's my fault,,,!!!. His cry grew louder like a possessed person. I stood with my mother back a few steps, and,

“you stay away.entrance to the lock room of the door” is the voice of my husband, his orders with a tone of fear. With my mind still confused I pulled my mother's hand slowly away.

“fast...before you regret” my husband's voice is getting higher. The atmosphere in this family room is getting gripping. I pulled mom upstairs. I was confused, not understanding what was going on with my honey.

....!!!!!

The sound of a table made of glass breaking apart. The fragments filled the floor to the bottom of the TV table which was 3 meters away. I'm riding upstairs. I saw my husband hugging Andara from behind, but his strength was lost, my husband had slammed right. Andara was getting uncontrollable, her gaze was unsettling. Throwing whatever is in front of him.

“mother, Rania was afraid.it was the voice of my son” I ran up hugging him trying to calm down.

Nisa led me into the room

“what happened sis...”kanya Nisa to me after being inside

“kakak also do not know.., you please take care of Rania and mother, lest anyone come out of the room until it is safe. I want to go downstairs, help Mas Amir pity he was overwhelmed alone” I saw my in-laws kneeling her forehead slowly.

"don't go downstairs first fir, mom's worried about you" held my wrist.

“ibu bed first. Calm will not happen anything, believe the same Fira ya bu” replied I tried to be as calm as possible. This heart is no less afraid of them. But I can't bear to let Mas Amir alone.

Still with my mind raging I went downstairs. What exactly happened to my mother. Is he possessed or is there something else.

The situation below was very chaotic, I saw Andara screaming hysterically while slamming and throwing whatever was in front of her. My husband hugged her tightly from behind. There was a little fear of approaching.

Rounding off the resolve approached the TV room. Fresh blood splattered on the floor, his tracks following my honey footsteps. His screams are getting uncontrollable

“what's my fault that everyone is hostile to me, why no one loves me...!!!” he approached the kitchen.

“Andara calm down, there I am here, I will love you no matter what else believe” my husband's words hurt me. It feels like this heart, how lucky you are. Getting love from my husband. God.can't he bear to say that when I'm not around. His hands were tightly coiled in my honey stomach.

“Fira, please secure the kitchen knife now I beg you..!!!!” my husband's screams spread my daydream. Without thinking long I took the kitchen knife and all the sharp objects that were there. I put in the storehouse and did not forget to lock the door immediately.

I saw the next stifling sight, mas amir clenched tightly to my honey while sitting on the floor. Clutching the tight-lipped Andara, my husband held her hands tightly and wrapped her chest. What should I do now.

“please get me, medicine on your room dresser, white bottle” my husband's voice is still tightly clutched. Like a goat that fits his nose I rushed into the room to take the medicine that my husband meant. Fortunately, it is not difficult to find it.

This is the first time I have entered this room since they were officially married. The room is a mess of irregularly matted sheets. The scabbard that slipped off his pillow. Do not forget the smell of sweat.

My mind drifted, returning jealousy and pain along with coming to merciless heartbreak. Imagine what they did in this room.

As fast as lightning I took the medicine, immediately came out to Mas Amir. There's no point in being jealous they're halal. Do not forget to take water with a glass. I gave it to Mas Amir. He had trouble opening his hand which was still holding Andara very tightly. There's no way Mas Amir took it off. I took one and gave it to my husband's hand.

“I do not want to drink it I do not want...what are you deaf....!!!” his screams deafened my ears. My husband, with a little force and coercion, put a white drug in your mouth. I thrust out my honey mouth drinking water, my husband's hand is still busy holding my honey mouth open after the medicine has been forcibly taken in . My lips are still silent afraid of being wrong when they make a sound.

Water spilled partly onto the floor, my madam shook her head right and left. I saw my husband's hand hurt like a scratch. My heart was touched, the look on his face was sad, there was a tired letter drawn there. The clear was still as shady as before.

I just realized my husband is thinner. Only now do we look this close. I hurriedly stood up to walk into the kitchen, washed the glasses and put them in place. My husband's eyes followed me.

Andara was calm, my husband breathed a sigh of relief as if my honey was asleep. I was still confused looking around.

The situation was ravaged like he had just been robbed. The sofa rolled away some shifted out of place. The urn, the table, the couch are all messy. Fractions of glass mixed with blood decorate the floor of the family room. TV exposed to ceramic glass throw decoration divider living room with family room.

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“I never wanted this ma'am, I swear there was no intention in the least to betray my wife, believe me” there were teardrops adorning her face. I can't believe, really, the pain of this betrayal is still clearly felt.

My husband was lying on his mother's lap. After cleaning up all the mess.

Me, my husband Nisa helped. Until everything returned to its original form only a few damaged items that could not be used again while placed in the warehouse. Then my mother and Rania let me down.

Andara was put to sleep in her room, after my husband applied the wound medicine on her leg which was hit by broken glass. quite a lot of shard that stuck there, because of anger she did not feel any pain at all.

“shalat isya first, mother wants you to be a priest for us. After you calm down, I want to hear your story. After this incident I believe, you're the son of a former mother. Nothing has changed.