The Betrayed Wife

Part 1's

"Ningsih my name, I am a mother of 2 girls, my daily life is to be a laundry worker, washing,and any work that there is a halal origin that can connect a little stomach of our family.My husband is a job odd even so I am still grateful at least I still have a comfortable backrest when tired even though sometimes my husband must be idle for a long time but I believe God will always help his servant who wants to try"

"Bu.. big sister's shoes have been gaping on the front" said Asifa my eldest son who is now entering the 3rd grade of elementary school.

I sighed deeply, let alone buying shoes for a meal today was just a cup of rice left and it would not be enough to just prop our stomachs up today.

"Yes, I'll buy a new one if there's money already, sister." I said to encourage his heart and somehow this sentence continues to be my mainstay without being able to realize it.

"While wear it first, brother! this is your breakfast running out right". while thrusting boiled sweet potatoes in front of him, it just so happens that there are some sweet potatoes in love with neighbors who have fields not far from our home.

Luckily, the house we live in is a house left by my parents so there is no need to think about the cost of rent anymore.

After the firstborn went rushing I woke up my youngest who was still asleep because I would go around looking for laundry that would be the hope for me to get money, my husband Mas Agus has gone early in the morning to the market to become a pelvic porters.

"Assalamualaikum ma'am Tini. Is there no laundry today? "my word.

"Waalaikum salam.., sorry ningsih now I do not take the wage of washing anymore.Alhamdulillah I just bought a washing machine yesterday.

" Oh yes mom, y already no papa mom, I first y mom, let's mom..!! "

"Yes Ningsih.sorry yes"

I kept walking, grasping tightly to my 5-year-old daughter with a sense of indecision, because there were already 3 houses before Tini ma'am that we came in who refused with subtle services to wash their clothes,I was confused how I got a job so that my home kitchen still steamed even though it was sober.

I kept walking, and from far away I saw a pile of used items in front of a warehouse, he said,without thinking long haste I pick up the garbage that can be sold in fleas or scrap collectors and fortunately there is also burlap that I can use to lift all of them.

At night, all gathered unwind in this simple house.We ate together to enjoy the side dishes sober, although only tempeh and vegetable spinach did not reduce the gratitude in our hearts.

After we finished eating, we gathered in the family room which doubles as a living room and dining room, with a tube tv that is outdated but still good picture.

"Ning, massage my body aches all the "complaints

"Yo, let's not flinch here".

"My body is all sick, I can't be a pelvic porters anymore, it's been her income is also small, tomorrow I'm in a house, aja, just wait for the call from the foreman at the place where I worked first." grimacing he spoke to me .

"Thank you to mr. don't complain, hopefully tomorrow there's better work than this".Connect me.

"shhh. hh you're good at talking about it, my body is crazy, it's almost removed this all my body, linu taste".

"sama to sir, that used goods in front yes I alone lift.Name of work all yes tired to sir."

"Don't be the same anyway, poke tomorrow I d home, my body is still linu" he replied

"Yes, sir, rest, let's recover tomorrow"

I said I don't want to extend

Mas Agus was like that every time he went home to complain, and the next day he would definitely stay at home without trying more.

I'm lazy to make a fuss, let me as long as I can work so that my important household is far from quarreling.