The New Honey Catastrophe

Go to work

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I think I've been in the house for a long time and just been a servant to my own husband and in-laws. I forgot to care about my own happiness, interests, and needs.

Even if I cared, I did not have the time or expense to fulfill everything, so I decided to ask Mas Haris for permission to let myself work.

But the next problem arises when I have to leave the children to the Mother-in-law, can she take care of my two children and make sure that they do not cry all day? I think it's hard.

It may take a few more months for my children to be independent and not cry often when they find that I am not home.

"Mas can't I work?"I asked when tonight she approached us in the room.

"I've said from the beginning, that the idea of finding a job is something I'm going to reject Laila" he replied firmly.

"I need an extra fee for my own needs and soon the children will go to school, they need school tool uniforms and costs a lot of Mas," I said to give an excuse.

"I can still suffice you all in this house," he cut it off quickly.

"You have two wives you have to bear" I argue.

"Because I can, I dare to polygamy Laila."

"I just want to ..." My voice choked and suddenly my tears just slid.

"i don't agree with Laila if I'm not Ridha then you will sin" he threatened.

"Lately I've been uncomfortable at Mas's house" I said, wiping the corners of my eyes.

"You feel humble because I have a young wife and you love her more? Or are you jealous?"

Didn't he, in the reality he just mentioned one by one? It's ridiculous!

"Maybe I feel so Mas," I replied in a tone that began to shrink from feeling hurt by Mas Haris' words.

"Kok you being that baper?"

"Bapermas, of course I'm a human who has a heart of hurtful sentences must be carried in my feelings Mas, of course I feel inferior and rivaled by the existence of Adelia as your new wife, I must devote myself not to constant jealousy, and I must increase my income so as not to always rely on your finances" I replied at length.

Hearing my words, Mas Haris was only able to snort and then move away from our room.

"He just walked away, why didn't he weigh my feelings?"

I was only able to wipe away the tears that were dripping in the corner of my eyes, while my two children were astonished to see this sad expression.

"Mother why?"

Ask Nayna My youngest daughter.

"That's okay, you're playing around, yes," asked me and was responded with a nod by him.

*

As usual when the time shows at 5 pm I was always in the kitchen to prepare dinner for all family members. Tonight I plan to cook chicken opor and soup for everyone to enjoy.

For some reason when he was busy cutting groceries suddenly the 157 cm tall pretentious woman approached me but her steps looked stifled and hesitant.

"May I help you, Ma'am?"tanyanya slow.

"For what? Who told you to?" I asked with ketus.

"Ti-no Ma'am, I just want to help you" he replied nervously.

"Let me cut the vegetables, Ma'am" he asked.

I don't know what the purpose of doing this is, whether it's helping me or looking for a face against a family member, having reason to refuse his request. So I just throw the cutting board and vegetables and knives in front of him.

"Cut it!"he looked shocked but unabashedly smiled and thanked me.

"Thank you Ma'am, but how do I peel it?"the question while glancing at the vegetables oyong and chayote that I offered.

"Cutting vegetables alone should be taught, my goodness ...." I murmured while shaking slowly.

"Pare only use a peeler if you can't and just cut the rounded shape," I replied while practicing the method to the woman.

This heart was covetous of wanting to grab it but it didn't make sense that I grabbed it just because he couldn't cut the vegetables.

"Where is this put?"continued.

"Just put it in there and go clean up your room because Mas Haris is coming home soon" I said.

"It's neat, ma'am" he replied.

"Then prepare the dinner table," I continued.

"Good, Ma'am."

"Don't think because I want to work together, I like you, you know that I'll never like you" I said.

"I know ...." He looked down while holding the napkin he held in his hand.

"Then why do you keep standing here, please leave," the woman nodded and immediately picked up the dishes and arranged them at the dinner table.

Shortly after, the mother-in-law came and saw Adelia making the dishes at the dinner table.

"Geez be very diligent, you" praised Mother-in-law as she stroked her daughter-in-law's shoulder.

"Just make up the dishes he said diligently, I who has served for years and his family he never praised like that." I muttered to myself.

"Supermod ...." I cleared my throat and instantly mother-in-law was nervous.

"Eh, there's Laila ... What are you cooking, son?" tanyanya sweet-ass.

"Royal chicken" I replied.

"Oh, uh, good for sure" he added, forcing a smile.

"Mother to the back first yes," she said as she headed for the backyard.

Just as he opened the door, suddenly there was a noise, Mom's screams, the panicked sound of a chicken and a noisy flap of wings, being acted upon by another cock.

"Auww, please .... Aw ... Damn chicken!" Mom screams. And when I got close, I saw that Mom opened the door and at the same time two chickens were mating.

The chicken was surprised and jumped on Mom's face and clawed it, also had time to perch on the head and scramble the hair of the mother-in-law.

He went back into the house with a face that was full of muddy chicken feet and hair and skin that was full of chicken feathers.

"Jrue ... Fucking chicken!" he nodded his feet on the floor. I saw Adelia's expression that seemed to be holding back laughter while I shook my head slowly while laughing wickedly in my heart.

"Felt!"