The Limits of Patience for a Wife

I'm Not a Stupid Woman

Early in the morning as usual, Jingga woke up early doing all the housework before her daughter woke up. Before her husband left for work and Aditya who takes care of Nabila, Aditya actually just lay beside her while playing mobile phone before leaving for the office.

"Mas, eat first before going to the office," said Jingga made Aditya just nod with a gaze still focused on the phone screen and walk out.

Orange enters and can only shake his head when he sees his son has not even changed diapers with clothes that have been wet.

"Can't you help me a little bit, Mom," she muttered, hoping that her husband would change his diaper and bathe his son in the morning, he was busy in the kitchen and doing all he could in the morning. However, in fact not, he had to go back to take care and bathe his daughter after struggling in the kitchen.

When her husband and in-laws were having breakfast, she was still in the room, bathing Nabila and also tidying up her room.

As soon as he left them, his husband and in-laws had finished eating and Aditya immediately said goodbye to go to work, while his mother also went straight out whether she left. He did not want to interfere where his father-in-law went.

Both of them left the dining table that was still a mess and he who had not yet had breakfast.

The orange just sighed then took the plate and also started to take food, more precisely the leftovers eaten by them, he said, because his mother always asked him to cook just a little and they with no idea of his love left only fried rice and crackers.

Meanwhile, the fried chicken that had been fried had been divided into 3 parts 1 for her husband and also her mother-in-law was no longer there, no one who ate chicken for her.

Wanting to protest, Jingga did not know who to protest at, wanted it to feel she was crying, she was tired of letting out her tears, making her only able to resign and eat fried rice with the existing side dishes.

After filling the stomach with a makeshift breakfast, the orange breastfeeds her baby. After Nabilaf fell back asleep, he put his daughter in the room, made sure her daughter slept well and then she returned to cleaning the house. At 10:00 in the morning he had time to clean up the house after breakfast and also started making lunch menus.

Because her husband would usually eat at the office so he only made it for her and also her mother.

Orange opened the refrigerator door and saw the food was running low, while the money given by her husband was running out.

"Did I ask you to, huh?" muttered Orange, the last time she asked for money to her husband, her husband instead of giving it instead scolded her and thought she could not manage finances, while her monthly allowance would be obtained in another week. As for the food in the refrigerator they may only be able to eat for 3 days.

"What do you see?" ask Ambar who just came home out of nowhere and saw Orange who was watching the refrigerator while standing pecking.

"Mom, the food supply's almost gone."

"out? Yes already if the supply is exhausted there you buy, why also you see the refrigerator like that foodstuffs will not exist if only seen, if you do not buy it."

"But, Mum. My money's up, last time I bought a diaper for Nabila."

"Mom, Nabila will have many needs, so every mas Aditya gives monthly money, I immediately buy the needs of Nabila first, this is only Nabila powder is also almost exhausted."

"You do not make Nabila as an excuse, how much Nabila needs. At least diapers, powder, soap, shampoo, telon that's all right? Yesterday you can not manage finances so that everything can be fulfilled properly, do you not give your own needs?"

"Oh my goodness, Mom. No, I did not buy my own needs, my powder has long been exhausted, my personal needs have also long been exhausted, Mom. I never bought it again."

"Yes, if your spending money is over, wait until your husband gives it again. Mother also has no money," said Ambar passed into his room making Orange can only look at the mother-in-law's back.

"Yes, just cook it," muttered Orange then he cooked according to the ingredients in the refrigerator, he divided it up to a week ahead, he said, only he and his mother-in-law will have lunch.

Orange took 3 eggs and then took the chives and shaken them, after the mateng he kept the omelet under the hood serving with rice and sambal that he had made, then closed it.

After cleaning all the kitchens, Orange returned to his room. He saw Nabila was still asleep, he took the opportunity to take a shower immediately, since the morning he was too busy so he just took a shower at this time.

After bathing and dressing, then Nabila woke up, he immediately breastfed Nabila and invited Nabila to play.

"Until, what the hell are you, lunchtime is just an omelet!" yelled Ambar from the kitchen. Orange who heard him rushed to lock the door and returned to play with Nabila, let her in-laws continue to shout and protest because the food she prepared this afternoon was just an omelet. Before entering the room, Jingga had taken a piece of omelet and rice and sambal and brought it into the room, as well as mineral water, he decided to spend the whole day in his room alone, he was tired of listening to the endless babbling of his mother-in-law and always made him feel upset.

Jingga took her phone and called Aditya.

"Mas, where are you? Have you eaten?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, I'm at the restaurant. It just so happens that there is work to be done here, I go with the boss who is having a meeting with his business partner" Aditya replied. However, suddenly Orange heard the sneezing sound of a woman.

"Who is that, Mas?"

"Tessa, one of my coworkers, she had the flu. It's a long time ago yes, Mas turn it off," said Aditya who immediately turned off his call, making Jingga can only sigh, she did not believe what her husband had just said, she believes that her husband must be back to lunch with the woman named Tessa.

"Mommy, do I ask you to take care of Nabila, yes?, but how do I tell you, I can't tell you if I want to follow Mas Aditya" muttered Jingga. He thought long before he got an idea.

"Yes, that's better. I'll call mom tonight and ask her to look after Nabila tomorrow, I wonder where and what Mas Aditya is doing out there so he always comes home late at night" he murmured.