The New Honey Catastrophe

my husband's been snatched

What does a woman who has been polygamized, crying, screaming, angry and screaming for divorce and then falling into poverty? Just like that?

Or, the old wife gets angry, quarrels with the young wife, snaps and claws at each other, then the husband defends his new wife, then the old wife gets hurt and runs away from home, that's cliche!

All those bitter events had happened to me when Mas Haris chose to marry Adelia, a young girl is the choice of mother-in-law who is said to raise the family degree and give birth to male offspring to continue the family lineage Mas Haris.

Ah yes, slices! I'm just a wife who gives birth to daughters and according to my in-laws, I can't make their families happy.

There have been many tears that have fallen from this disappointment, however much I resist and refuse still the decision is not in the hands of a helpless daughter-in-law.

Yes, I am powerless because of the poverty of the family that comes from the lower middle. But they haven't seen if I've got up and taught them a lesson.

Don't ask me how I feel when I'm supposed to deliver my own husband to do kabul, my heart is torn to watch him accept another woman in his life.

It felt like this faint soul was imagining all of that. I stood up and was stunned in the corner of this room in the distance, he smiled happily with his parents.

He, my husband who has beautiful eyes and a sharp nose, is neatly dressed in his bridal clothes while I stand here holding back tears while staring back at the ring that is coiled on the finger, the ring she tied up as our wedding emblem eight years ago, from that wedding, I have two beautiful and adorable daughters.

Unfortunately, girls don't make in-laws happy.

"Born the boy" he demanded of me.

"the man or woman is the God who determines Ma'am" I replied slowly.

"Haris is my only son, he's going to carry on the family lineage, so you have to have a big heart to let him remarry." the sentence that my mother-in-law said like a sledgehammer that hit my chest my throat suddenly felt dry and this chest hurt hearing the bitter utterance from her lips directly.

"Mas Haris is unlikely to accept this decision ma'am."

"Haris always listens to all my commands If you don't believe please ask him directly," he said, turning his eyes to my husband.

"Certainly Mas?"

"I ...."

Mas Haris could not answer my question he lowered his head while shaking slowly and muttering, he said,

" I'm sorry, Laila, I had to ...."

"Forced ...." My voice choked.

"Yes, if you don't like Mom's decision please file a divorce suit with Haris it won't hurt us."

"If thinking only about yourself is fine, ma'am, but I have a child who still needs his parents, happy and living in the same house" I replied slowly.

"Just tell me you can't get away from Haris because you still need the money support of our family" he mocked in a painful and harassing tone.

"No, ma'am, I have a commitment to keep."

"Our decision has been made to marry Haris and Adelia with or without your consent."

The woman who was known to be very strict and always followed all her orders, then got up and left the room where we discussed followed by the husband and two younger sisters Mas Haris, also my husband.

I was left alone wiping the corners of my eyes, collecting pieces of heart torn apart by my husband's indecisive attitude, I still can't believe him.

I did not expect that our relationship and intimacy would end up being a complicated relationship and my sincere love would have to be matched with the new woman that her parents chose.

My daydream was jolted again when Lili's youngest brother Mas Haris touched my shoulder.

"Let's go. Let's go. The show's gonna start in an hour."

The beat of the motorcade music, the laughter and the cries of the family who helped seduce the bridegroom who gave me a headache. Fortunately my two daughters did not come along because they were busy playing with some of their cousins so they did not realize what was going on.

The saddest thing about this marriage scene is that when my husband accepted the woman's marriage as his wife at the same time I realized that now Mas Harisku is not the same Mas Haris he must now be divided a two.

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The event ended happily then the bridal motorcade walked towards our house the groom's house.

Without feeling the time passed quickly so that it was dark and showed at 8 pm, our car arrived and was greeted by the groom's family happily.

The tambourine and flowers thrown by the air seemed to perfect the happiness of Adelia and Mas Haris.

Yes, today is theirs and I'm just a background player that doesn't count, I laugh while wiping my tears.

"Let Haris and Adelia sleep in your room from today, we've designed that as the bridal room." This time the second command of the mother-in-law really made my heart feel like it was being pricked by a needle

"What?"

With quick steps I headed straight for my room and opened the door. True, when I watched in there my tears immediately spilled because our bed had been transformed into a wedding bed full of flowers and dimly installed light added to the romantic atmosphere.

I still can't believe that this is the truth!

It hurts!

They enjoyed a happy bridal night in the room, while I had to juggle a barn to sleep with my two children, and I knew when it would happen.

And although this soul was stiff, not even drowsiness tempted these eyes to lie in lethargy, I just leaned against the wall until the morning sun rose.

Gts ... Gts ...

The door opened and my in-law's face poked from there.

Ah, sucks!

"Unbelievably, you've started to laze now huh, you don't glance at this hour not knowing that the day has to go to work?"

"Isn't she still the newlywed ma'am?"

"Here he must work harder to support you all." My mother-in-law's words sounded very cold.

"He already has a new wife you can ask his new wife to prepare breakfast, he's already very happy then I also have to create my own happiness Ma'am" he said slowly

"What do you mean?"his eyes glared at me.

"Today I will take time to rest, I can ask my new daughter-in-law to prepare all the needs of Mas Haris, like my mother taught me first" I replied.

"Thus ... You refuse?"

"Sorry,. I'm so tired."

Before I never said those words to my mother-in-law Even in my sick condition I always fulfilled all her requests all those commands that I felt were absurd and inhumane even in the middle of the night I still serve all the requests of him and his children.

But now I'm not the Laila that's gonna be that easy she's twisting again.

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