The New Honey Catastrophe

Shitty

Dear readers, greetings, this time I bring a new title that God willing ends here. ^^^^^^^^^^^

My argument just now made mother-in-law momentarily emotional with a buying eye expression.

His chest up and down held the now turbulent anger and was seen once from the romance of his face turning red on the extinguished.

"Huh, what a shock to your attitude today? Do you feel discouraged because you have to get a wife who is prettier and more beautiful than you? The fact that we like him more than you is what makes you jealous, right?"

Basic suck!

Should he utter words that poked in the way all day yesterday I had to witness, bitter and sad events, that he might add salt to this wound.

"I'm disappointed, ma'am, but I'm more disappointed in your current attitude, ma'am I thought you'd be better off with me after I let my husband get married again ... But what a pity," I replied sadly.

"You have dared to resist and judge me yes" he accused as he pointed at my face.

"Mother, never a day in my life have I not respected you and disobeyed your orders, I beg you to this day alone, leave me alone, I want to take care of my heart" I replied.

"Why can't you be jealous?" ask her while laughing.

"Maybe it's true, ma'am, if you still feel sorry for me, let me be here" I replied.

"Well, you've got a lot of poor manners," he said as he closed the door loudly.

I heard Mas Haris' voice ask his mother what made him so angry

"Mom, what's wrong? Where is Laila?"

"There's a...."

"I-mom told Laila and my son to sleep in the barn?" Ask Mas Haris.

"Yes, it was not the intention of Nak's mother, but because tonight there was no place because the guests and relatives who also spent the night finally he succumbed to sleeping in the back shed."

"But it's dark, stuffy and dirty, ma'am" Mas Haris said.

"It's okay, will ask the handyman to make a window, so it can be used for the room of your wife and children," replied his mother lightly.

"Astaghfirullah don't ma'am ...."

I heard Mas Haris approaching and then slowly turning the doorknob and opening it, when he found us curled up in a slum he grabbed me.

"Astaghfirullah, Laila, I'm sorry, I don't know" he said, hugging me.

"What's wrong, Mom, you're a newlywed so naturally busy" I replied coldly.

I don't know why this heart was frozen and it was as if I felt a loss for Mas Haris, considering how steadfast he hadn't even been looking for us all night.

"I'm looking for you, but Mom said you're asleep" she said.

"Yes, you've always believed in Mom, Mas, I'm glad to have you a devoted husband to his birth mother."

"You must be hurt, right" he said as he approached the two children who were still silent in the corner of the room.

"navy ... Naina, I'm sorry, yes" she said, hugging my two children.

"Yesterday you look like a handsome prince, why is it that you're sad now?"

ask the Bungsu.

"I thought maybe the father is not ours anymore, because yesterday the father already had a new Mother," said the eldest with a downturn while the youngest who was just about to enter the Kindergarten, frowning not understanding.

"No dear, you are still a dear child, you cannot live your life" Mas Haris replied, kissing his son's cheek.

"I'm sorry Laila" he whispered.

"No need to apologize, my heart continues to wound Mas, it will be difficult to treat this pain while every day I have to cross paths with the two of you," I replied coldly.

"Let's get up, move into our room," he asked.

"How is your wife?"

"He could go extinct somewhere else" replied Mas Haris, "to me you're still the main one, Laila."

We just got up and went to the room. In front of the kitchen door I cross paths with the young wife Mas Rafiq. He looks just finished bathing, standing with wet hair and thin makeup.

Honestly I was so jealous to see how beautiful my little sister was, her lips full and sexy, eyes sparkling beautifully and nose pointed. Straight hair and a wacky body perfect everything. A little bit I feel discouraged by my own appearance, especially realizing that for years never preening pretty like a woman who wants to attract the attention of her husband in general.

My job every day is only to struggle in the kitchen, wells and mattresses of children, besides that I have to serve in-laws and help ease the burden of his sister by nurturing their children, what else am I? I don't demand much from Mas Haris.

"Mah ....'

O Allah, even the voice of the woman is very melodious, ******* at the end of the word 'Mas' makes anyone who hears it become passionate.

Ah, mind!

For a moment my wife and I looked at each other and there was a awkwardness that was difficult to avoid from this meeting, let alone remember since the decision of the mother-in-law to match them until the day of the proposal and marriage, especially since the decision of the mother-in-law, I have never greeted each other with him.

"You're busy?"

"Not really, but I'm asking for help, move your stuff, because it's Laila's room and our son's, '" Mas Haris said.

"Oh, that's right," the woman was more awkward especially when the look in our eyes met each other, she snorted but immediately lowered her head, while I caught the dislike in her eyes even though she looked embarrassed and relented.

"Yes, I beg ya, may you understand," Mas Haris with a successful fluffy smile made him blush in embarrassment.

"Yes, fine, mas."

*

A moment later we reached the room and I scanned the room which still smelled jasmine, the typical aroma of the bride even though some of the decorations had been removed.

Even yesterday's satin sheets, already replaced with new sheets, some of Adelia's clothes are still left near the makeup glass.

Scroll paper bags located near the makeup glass that some of the contents seem to have been tried and thrown away.

there was a slight discomfort staring at the maroon-colored lighted nightgown lying on one of the paper bags, my mind floated imagining the woman wearing it and Mas Haris then came up and peppered her.

Arggn ... I was jealous and this feeling made me uncomfortable.

"Sorry your stuff is still left behind" he said with a smile that I thought was a sneaky smile.

I know now that he has the upper hand because the in-laws like and support him, not to mention that his rich parents brought the in-laws to their knees to adore this girl.

Mas Haris came out of the room leaving me who was still sitting in bed, while his young wife was busy packing her things.

"I'm sorry my nightgown is scattered" he said with a laugh.

"Oh, no problem I don't squirm too," I replied pretending to be stupid.

"Never imagined that marriage was such a beautiful thing when before I felt pessimistic and fearful" he said shamelessly, as if mocking me.

"Thank God that's it," I said.

"Last night, Mas Haris was a real man" he whispered, meaning he wanted to heat me up.

"Yes, he is, he is" I replied with a bitter laugh.

In my heart I would like to vomit on her face or pull her hair to make her feel that. She wasn't even shy about talking in front of our kids about her honeymoon activities last night.

"Huh, bitch, get me off of him God," my inner self.

"It's as soon as I move into the guest room, yes Ma'am," he said, dragging his suitcase.

"Yes." Yeah."

When the madam was about to come out of our room, suddenly the mother-in-law was already standing and shaking her waist in front of the door, she stared at us alternately with an angry expression.

"What's this?"

"I'm going to move in front of you" he replied.

"Don't Adel, this room is for you, it's wider and has a bathroom inside so you're free" replied the mother-in-law without caring about my feelings.

"But Ma'am, my son, loves to wake up at night and they're comfortable here" I argue.

"What's wrong, you just move forward," he said, "take your clothes and move them forward" he ordered again.

"What's? Mom told me to come out, "i can't believe it.

"Before a while" he said as he headed towards the wall and pulled out my wedding photo and the picture of the four of our families with our children and handed it to me.

"Here, move it from here," he said as he placed the frame roughly in my hand.

"Let's move on," he whispered as he half glared, hoping that his daughter-in-law would not hear.

I was only able to sigh slowly while saying Istighfar in my heart then I opened the closet door and took out my clothes then started transporting them to the front room, to the guest room.

"Who is, moving?" ask Haris who then comes back to the room.

"I told you to move so you're more free" replied the mother.

"Why do you think, Mom?"

"Yes ... Do what you want" replied Mother.

"But this is Laila's room," she said.

"Can be exchanged" replied the sinless mother.

In the guest room I was only able to warm myself while repeatedly sighing family photos I still hold in my hands and clothes are still just loosened on the guest room bed.

My children they are understanding children, they know my sad mood so they don't ask much questions.

"Patience is yes" said Nayla.

"Yes, honey," I replied with a faint smile.

Oh, God, why is this?

"Tante's papa's new wife?"

"Yes, son," I replied.

"It looks like from now on we'll have a hard time meeting dad." My daughter's lips twitched and slowly her tears just slid.

My God, I will not let my son be saddened by that woman and my in-laws sentiment.