The Betrayed Wife

Part 2

As usual, my routine every morning was washing, preparing breakfast, and some never missed my work before going to find a mouthful of rice out there.

His plan I want to continue looking for used goods, I happen to not invite the youngest today, because there is Mas Agus d house so I am rather free to move looking for used goods.

"You want to go now ?"said my husband Agus.

"Yes, I'm going to hunt later in the day afraid there's no more secondhand stuff I can look for".My word.

"Yes, but I'm asking for money first, I feel bland mouth because I don't smoke".

I can only sigh while giving five thousand rupiah for him to buy cigarettes.Indeed from before we got married, he was already an active smoker until now.

"Five thousand ning? ckkkk stingy once you.

"That's the rest of the money last night, if you want more work". My words were upset and passed away without hearing an answer from him which was definitely hurtful.

Actually when we married my extended family did not approve, but I continued to convince both my parents that he was indeed a man worthy of me.

Before marrying me, he was a factory worker but when our first child was 1 year old he was in PHK from the factory where he worked, and until now there was no permanent job.

The sun started high I decided to go home, the used items I collected were also quite a lot, staying later joined by used goods last night and d sell to scrap collectors.

Arriving at home, I put the used stuff that I had collected into a corner so as not to block the street people.

"Assynoltom... ".I say hello but no one knows.

Then I went into the room, it turns out mas agus was asleep hugging the bolster, a little annoyed I think, when his wife was struggling in the hot sun, looking for a mouthful of rice to meet the needs of a little stomach, he felt, when his wife was struggling in the sun,he's sleeping really fast.

I exhaled slowly to reduce the slight irritation in my heart, but suddenly I heard my son's cry from outside the house, rushing I ran to look for him.

"Why is she crying?".I hugged her tiny body so she would stop crying.

"Why is your sister crying? " Say me.

"The children of our neighbors there are playing again, Aisha should not play with them continue to push duk dikuh same one of them and adek in katain poor children".Adu the sister..

"They also deliberately, flaunt her snacks and make fun of her so that she cries".Connect her.

Hearing that my heart was sliced, wounded but bloodless pain felt to see my child treated like this.

"Yes already, do not cry dear, we will buy yes, but help mama first bring these used items to the besieger let us sell.After that we buy a delicious snack and sister wants, Ok!".say me.

" Ok ma.

We brought together used goods collected for d exchange with some money, after which I bought them ice cream for three thousand rupiah they wanted.

Seeing them smile there was a bit of happiness mixed haru, only for ice cream at that price I can only buy it now.

From now on, I must try harder to make them happy, my heart, the only treasure I have, whatever the way, even if the storm I will travel as long as the smile will not fade.