Teasers In The House

Part 6 Disquiet

My name is Arini, Arini Prabandari is complete. Born into a broken home family. Since childhood in the care of uncle and aunt. My parents only heard from them.

Honestly, the disappointment is there when you know how the life of the father and mother. It's too tragic for me, but not for my mom.

Said uncle, my father is a successful brass steel businessman. Many goods of artistic value of their production are penetrated into the international market.

Father married a widowed mother not solely because of a beautiful mother, but rather a sense of pity. Mother was confused at a terminal while holding a child.

It is ironic indeed, the father who came as a helper god actually had to end tragically. Their marriage lasted only three years and in that time my father lost all the hard work he had built up over the years.

Yes, my father was a second husband. After that mother remarried to a man who became a rival father and put hate to the heart to ruin everything.

Their marriage was not long. The news that uncle heard at that time, the mother was thrown away after successfully destroying the father. How many months later he married a man younger than him.

Between pity and heartache I faced my mother. A woman who can destroy her own home life for the sake of sheer pleasure. But pity when he heard the news he had no place to stay for shelter. She had just been kicked out by her fourth husband.

The happy hope of meeting mother and reuniting had appeared when hearing from uncle. However, all of that was extinct when I saw how the figure of the mother who was in my shadow was a simple and gentle woman did not match my expectations.

Since mom's home, not the happiness or joy that I think. Strange, it's strange that I feel when dealing with the figure of a mother. Honestly, from my heart I don't understand his way of thinking or his lifestyle.

"Mother was forced to stay here, because your father left me no inheritance." Without guilt he spoke as if he was not the cause of the loss of all father's property.

I just kept quiet, I held off all the things that were stifling my chest because of the woman I called the mother. I forced these lips to keep smiling despite sometimes being annoyed at his behavior.

Like that day, at the first lunch as a welcome to his arrival. I who was already enthusiastic waiting for his presence had to swallow a bitter pill full of disappointment.

When I finished cooking, he came out with clothes that I thought were far from proper. I'm alone even at home never wear that open.

My heart grew hotter when I caught the netra Mas Danu did not stop stealing glances to the cleavage that I seemed to deliberately show off.

I admit that at the age of four-headed, the body of the mother still looks attractive compared to me who is slim and with all the small size. Moreover, I am not good at wearing makeup only limited to powder, lipstick, and eyeliner.

I don't know, it's just my feeling or not. But I hope what I fear will never happen. I'm afraid my marriage story will be like the one I read in the news about my husband cheating on me with my mother-in-law.

My heart began to fret when I saw the more day my mother seemed to lure my husband's eyes to wildly enjoy the beauty of the crazy curves. Several times it cleared its throat just to make Mas Danu stop looking.

When the night crept late, I often woke up just because of the fear that had been haunting. I made sure my man was on the side of the bed until the next morning.

Really, it's an abnormal life. Do I have to suspect my own mother as an actor? Is it possible that the lady will destroy my housewife?

Kuhela took a long breath, unwinding the soul that crawled the body. Hoping that fate would remain on my side and allow me to mate with Mas Danu until death.

Mas Danu, Adarga Handanu was the first man to convince me of true love. Although several times I refused, he did not hesitate to continue to beg.

Given all that, my belief in Mas Danu's love is back. I trust him, he won't be tempted by another woman. Evidently he avoids talking to his mother, even I know when he came home from work he chose to go to the mosque.

Mas Danu also several times wanted to remind me about mother, about the clothes that mother wears, and other things. Like that day, when he saw the mother with minimal clothes was watering plants on the porch of the house.

I'm ashamed, really ashamed of the appearance of a mother who is not good at keeping aurat. Let alone guarding the aurat, guarding the honor of himself he is not able to. That day my heart was no longer able to compromise.

My feet heavily stepped closer to the mother who was still watering my beloved white rose, her lips humming a romantic song. Yeah, he's enjoying a mood I don't understand.

"Mom" called me, he turned his head for a moment and then resumed his activities ignoring my calls.

"Mom is old, please change. It should be what you experience to be a lesson for you. From today on, I don't want to see the appearance of a mother showing off aurat everywhere" I said without further ado.

The woman stopped watering, put the spray device on a small table. With a hostile look he stepped closer to me.

"Remember, I stayed here because I had to. If only your father had left a legacy it would have been ...."

"Dad left no inheritance because of his own mother. Don't think I don't know anything. Arini's not a kid anymore." The stored respect feels out without silence, only disappointment that continues to touch the heart.

He was silent, not speaking a word of mine. Hope he realizes that all this time is a result that he must accept because of his actions.

"Tomorrow I give you money, buy covered clothes. If you want to stay here, follow my rules." I reaffirmed before I finally went back in leaving him who was still sculpting.

My tears broke in the water falling from the shower. Is it my fault for not being gentle to my mother? The other side of my heart still considers her as a mother that I still have to respect, but on the other hand I cannot let her be more negligent in her attitude.

All this time I was deliberately silent, not because I didn't know. Even what my mother did, I know. How he tried to seduce Mas Danu, even to the point of following up to the office.

I know Mas Danu must be ashamed of mom's attitude. That's why he called me to pick up the mom who was waiting for Mas Danu to come home from work. Honestly, I was in shock because my mother was so determined to visit Mas Danu.

I believe, Mas Danu will keep the love for me. He is no ordinary son-in-law, he is not the same as the perpetrator in the news.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I have often misinterpreted the meaning you want to express. But I really don't know how to ask you to leave. Besides, my parents live with me."

I recaptured the pillow that had been soaked by tears, waiting for Mas Danu to come from fetching water for me. However, for more than ten minutes he did not appear.

My steps came to a halt when I heard my mother's voice in the kitchen, calling me a fool like my father. Ah, apparently ....

Now obviously, what kind of affection do you have. What kind of heart is in him. I decided to go back to my room and act like I heard nothing.

"Mom, wait for the right time. If that direction doesn't come soon, then I'll take over." Kuremas pillow full of anger, disgusted and disappointed to press every corner of the heart space.