The New Honey Catastrophe

Third day

At 21:30 p.m,

After putting Nayla and Naina to sleep, these eyes have not been wanting to sleep in the contest, still stuck in silence staring at the wall where our wedding photos hang there.

Yes, the photo was quickly uprooted from its place, and I was very aware of the fact that in addition to losing my husband, I also lost our room and technically lost my place in this house.

Tonight of course we are still three, because the mother-in-law will not allow Mas Haris to approach me, he will force Mas Haris to spend time with Adelia and produce a grandson for her.

"Boy or girl are the same if they are filial and become righteous." I muttered to myself.

But, yes, it is because this has happened inevitably I have to endure to live it, for the sake of the two children who are currently in deep sleep where their future is still long, there is no guarantee that Mas Haris and Adelia will live together forever.

Ah, I don't know why I wish they didn't fit in and get divorced soon, not because they're selfish but rather the so-called interest and desire to have my whole husband.

Instead of busy thinking about them I should try to sleep because tomorrow morning I have to wake up doing a lot of things and face reality.

*

The sun had shone brightly as I was drying clothes in the back as well as sweeping the courtyard, suddenly without me noticing my honey was already standing behind me he was seen drying his towel, he said, and stay for a while with me.

For a moment we saw each other in an awkward situation maybe he hesitated to greet me and I was lazy to talk to him.

Until finally he chose to step up and go back into the house.

"For what purpose should he look at me like that, you crook," I murmured with displeasure and annoyance.

I had been preparing breakfast since dawn and while I was busy washing dishes suddenly my mother-in-law told Adelia to prepare Mas Haris breakfast.

"Del, prepare your husband's breakfast," he said in a tone your husband emphasized as if Mas Haris belonged to Adelia alone.

"Yes, Mom, fine." The girl then checked the pot and cauldron on the stove I had prepared, there was fried rice but I had not moved it to the table.

"It's fried rice, Mas Haris want Ma'am?"

"Oh fried rice is Harris's favorite" replied Mother.

"Well," he replied, scooping the fried rice and placing it on a plate and bringing it to the table.

*

the next 5 minutes Mas Haris came to the dining table with a condition that was neat wearing work clothes.

He was smiling and his young wife immediately let him sit down and enjoy breakfast.

Before long the male and female in-laws also joined in and drank tea at the dinner table.

"Thank you" said Mas Haris and the girl smiled and blushed as I grew more and more hurt to glance at them from this sink.

"Don't do the cooking" murmured the mother who had breakfast and praised the food Adelia had served.

Obviously I cooked it.

"It's you who made it, right?" ask Mas Haris.

"Nhh ...." It smiled yet slightly twisted the eyeball with a gesture of insignificance.

"Basic is shameless, just in front of the in-laws like that." I'm getting pissed at him.

"Thank you, breakfast is prepared."

"Thank you the same as me Mas, because I had been preparing food since dawn," I said as I slammed the plate into the sink, successfully making the mother-in-law and Adelia gasp and look at each other.

"Uhm, maybe , ah, her name is also a new ghost, she's awkward Haris," said Mother but a little nervous.

"It's not that Mas has marked 'the characteristic of my food that garlic is somewhat exaggerated like Mas Haris likes," I said while mendelik.

"Sorry Laila, I don't mean to forget you, but .. Why don't you join us for breakfast?" Continue that husband.

"No need, I will have a stomachache" I replied, putting the basin down violently.

"Makanya ma'am, I'm not mistaken tomorrow before I test the food, I have to make sure first who made it" I said while carrying the laundry basket to the bathroom.

"Geez, how rude of him" Mother softly murmured.

I don't care, the important thing is that this morning I embarrassed him.

*

"Don't you embarrass your little sister in front of your father-in-law and husband" said the reve's in-law who suddenly came to me as I was cutting vegetables in the kitchen.

With a sigh I looked at the time I found two at 11 noon where in one hour I had to pick up the children.

"Why can you be so biased? when she wasn't blamed and mom was constantly intimidating and blaming me" I protested but still kept busy preparing vegetables.

"I don't mean to, I love all my daughters-in-law, proof .. If I hated you I would have told Haris to divorce you" she explained.

"What's the difference, ma'am, instead of Mas Haris needing a servant to prepare all his needs?" answer me

While removing the apron and reaching for the motor key that is on the refrigerator.

"I'm going to take Nayla and Naina to her school, for a while I'd like to ask Adelia to shove a fish that's been seasoned in the fridge" I said, fixing her hair and grabbing a helmet.

"It's not good that mom told him to when he's new to this house." The cave melengos and dodges from my request.

"If the woman does not want to cook, you will starve until the afternoon" she smiled and left him alone.

"Don't be late for Laila I'm afraid Haris and your papa will be home while the food isn't ready yet" she asked.

"I told you, Mom, if you need a housekeeper to serve all the residents of the house, Mom and Husband Mother, both daughters of the mother and daughter-in-law of the new mother, they all need to be served."

"But there are you who can help Mom and handle all the affairs of this house" he replied, forcing a smile.

"The question is, am I a maid or a daughter-in-law, ma'am?"

My question surprised him and closed his mouth.

"A ... not so ... You are really ketus anyway?"

Whenever he had a wish that only I could do, he always spoke meekly. But when he's in the wind I'm treated like shit.

"I go first, oh yes, I remember there are additional duties for my children so as a mother I have to accompany and escort them" I said as I waved

"What kind of homework?"

"There's Adelia."

"But he ...."

"I also have a mother in charge of my children, Mom. Let me be caretaker and guide my mother's granddaughter."

I turned on the bike with a smile and felt a little victorious over his powerful-ass attitude all along. Besides why wouldn't he let the girl do the housework anyway, wouldn't our position be the same?