The New Honey Catastrophe

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"What do you want to come here?", I asked the girl who had taken my husband.

"Please Laila I want you to make peace and be compact named" Mas Haris pinta told me while protecting the woman behind him.

"Mas Haris just because I want to be brought back by you doesn't mean I'll open my heart to your new wife" I said.

"I want you to make peace with him as a form that you still love me as a husband" he continued.

What did he say? He wants me to prove my worth by accepting Adelia and proving my respect for her?

"Don't be silly Mas, I'd even be willing to stop a second time if you force me" I threatened.

"Laila, I have persuaded Adelia to yield to you as sister honey, I beg you to open your heart, dear," he said.

"Geez, should I be eaten up by your persuasion." I snorted and entered the house.

Unexpectedly they followed and sat in the living room chair that had been provided by the homeowner.

"Why are you guys in?"

I'm waist-racked.

"Don't want to seem arrogant and arrogant, rope please, I want you to just go."

"We are here to fix the reality" said Adelia.

"Adelia, no matter how good you are, I beg you that I do not want to see you, no matter how noble your heart, because you entered my household as a third person, to this day I still hurt."

I turned my body.

"Even though I don't intend to hurt you, I'm still labeled as an actor, right?"

Ah, playing victim again, basic lack of work.

"It's up to you to say what, which is clear at this time in-laws house you are the only daughter-in-law, I congratulate you," I said, cupping both hands.

"Look at my wife, please, I want you to calm down and sit down," Mas Haris gently persuaded as she touched my shoulder.

"Listen Haris Saputra, I was helpless when your mother threatened me with divorce to approve your second marriage, but I was not sincere at the time. Not sincere at all! hear you Adelia?!" I put his hand away from my shoulder.

They were stunned without a word.

"I was driven out of my own room, told to curl up in a narrow barn with the two children and treated like a maid, whose heart was not hurt? Plus I have to see you guys are friendly," I said while holding back the blurring hot melt.

"Sorry ...."

"In the house of my in-laws I can't speak out like this, but since this is my own home, then I will vent all my sorrow and my heartache, if you don't like please go," I said while wiping away tears.

"I'm here to apologize, Laila ..." Mas Haris came closer and sat down in front of me.

"Shouldn't focus on me being at peace with him, we should be at peace with ourselves, you're selfish!"

"I'm doing this, trying to take Adelia's ego off and ask her to apologize, it's because I love you" he persuaded, holding my hand.

"Ask your wife, is it when she sees us this close that she's not hurt?" I asked coldly while Mas Haris turned to his wife.

"I'm sure he's hurt, and you're a husband who can't treat us right, and should be a husband when polygamy is ready mentally, spiritually, and financially ... even the house is still hitchhiking with the in-laws," I was annoyed.

"At least I've contracted for you" he replied softly.

"Let's just be proud, Mom," I said. "If there's no chaos, I might still be your babu, sorry, I don't want to be anymore!"

"So what do you want?!"

"I cannot divorce my wife" murmured Mas Haris.

"You are so divorced of me" I replied aloud. The two children who heard her parents' debate were seen coming out of the room with sad faces.

"You are also my wife" said Mas Haris.

"Then you're really greedy, ma'am."

"I don't know what else to say." He got up and turned around and took Adelia away.

Let it! Just let them go.

**

The next day my father-in-law came and immediately waltzed into the house without greeting or calling first.

"I came here to tell you something important" he said, sitting arrogantly.

"Let's just say Mom, I've been told something important, and I'm not surprised anymore" I said.

"From now on your spending money, I will arrange it directly, Haris will not interfere anymore with your distribution," he said while thrusting the envelope.

I wonder as busy as he still had time to come and deliver me money, should I appreciate it with a smile or even sad because my household will be more chaotic with interference that can not be separated.

"Don't bother, Mom, if Adelia feels like her spending money is less just give the shopping money," I replied sarcasm.

"You're still not polite" he grumbled.

"Whatever it's mom's fault" I replied.

"If not for the love of my grandchildren and children, of course you have not cared about me," he said while telling.

"Don't mind me forcibly, ma'am, for sure I won't go back to Mom again" I replied.

Whatever, he wants to call me what, and I must be tired of all the games, I'm bored and if parting is the only way to live a quiet life, then let it happen.

"You don't be arrogant when you and your two children need good facilities and a good school" he replied.

"Including the love of my husband, I still need him, but lately he's been hard pressed to share his focus for his two wives, I'm bored."

"What do you want anyway?".

"Let's think and imagine, if this happened to Mom's daughter, her husband was captured and she was bullied about what she was going to do, she said, because I'm a poor orphan so you're not arbitrary?"

"Not really, I think you're the same" she replied.

"I feel Mom, I don't appreciate me anymore."

"You think all your attitudes so far have been as a form of respecting in-laws, even your attitude is getting more insolent and more day by day,I repeat once again if not for Haris and my two grandchildren where I want to come to your house," he murmured.

"It's clear that mom hates me."

"Don't hate it, I'm just upset because you can't be conditioned" she replied, twisting her eyes.

"Conditioned to be quiet and patient under any circumstances, even if I am hurt? No, Mom!"

"Ah, there's no point in talking to you I better just go home" he said as he stood up.

*

I watched as I sighed at the passing of my mother-in-law who left the yard. I don't know why the attitude of Mas Haris and his mother is almost the same and here again why my husband can not be more mature to make his own decisions in his household. Ah, I'm tired.