The New Honey Catastrophe

Heartache

The girl dragged her steps slowly trying to approach me I glanced at her with the tail of her eyes indifferently with her arrival, preferring to take care of the flowers and plants of the mother-in-law

"May I talk to you" he said, starting a conversation.

"Why?!"

"Mbak may I speak, but ... This time it's more personal" he said.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" ask me while glancing towards him.

"I just want us to make peace and act like brothers." He held his hands to each other.

"Absmort of like a brother?" ask me while

bitter laugh.

"I just want our relationship to be good and not antagonize each other" he said, swallowing his saliva.

"How is it, you want me to be kind while I never want your arrival in my household," I replied as I threw away the yellow leaf that was ruining the scene.

The woman's eyes glowed with sadness and she knew that she would fail to persuade me to make peace with her.

"Are we going to be constantly like this ?" tanyanya slow.

"What kind of a place do you expect?" I said with a slightly raised tone.

"Like before, I said that I want us to compactly take care of Mas Haris and the mother-in-law" he replied easily.

"Get your husband and your father-in-law, I will manage my own life, you don't have to worry about me" I said as I grabbed a hose and turned on the tap.

"Didn't Sister Laila accept the idea?"

"Stay away from me, before I get really mad!"

"Why are you so cruel to me!"

"Because you took my husband!" my yelling.

"But I betrothed the old man to Mas Haris Mbak, not me who would," the answer squeaked.

"Huh, you're being betrothed and you want to? Hahaha, go there, because I never liked you, don't ever try to get close or talk to me again because I don't like it!"

The woman moved away while wiping the corner of her eyes away towards the front of the house and

mas Haris is driving his car.

She was seen talking to her husband but I didn't care what they were talking about.not long after that Mas Haris came and approached me while touching my shoulder.

"Laila I want to talk to you" she said slowly.

"Please mas," I said cuek.

"I hope you're not too hard on Adelia." His tone was lowered.

"Why? Are you afraid your wife will be sad?"

"You are also my wife, Laila ...."

"Then you have to be fair, and don't be so biased."

"I don't want you guys to hate each other" he replied.

"Condition the situation if so, or ... If you were polygamous, what would you do, survive or run?"

"I-i ...."

It seemed like he was at a loss for words, although the look in his eyes was still fixed in my eyes.

"Come in because I'm still busy, "let me know, and without answering any more, he goes into the house immediately.

*

After watering the plants, I shuffled inside and took my two children to take a bath, after which I returned to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

"Mother listen, you had a fight with Adelia" said the mother when she came to me.

Wow, so fast access to this house information.

"Where do you know?"

"I ... Anu...."

"Did Adelia tell me I had a fight with her, my goodness ...." I turned around and continued

washing dishes.

"Don't be like that, son," he persuaded. And just this time he said 'Son' to me.

"Mother ... You ever been polygamous?"

"No."

"Eh, you, how come you're so insolent anyway, Laila?" His tone was a little taut and cynical.

"Mother wants me to get along, while I know for myself that husband's wife is in tremendous pain."

"Don't be too dramatized" he continued.

"No drama, I don't fight with her, she's the one who's the whiny one who likes to look up" I replied.

"But ... I saw her crying" replied the mother.

"Did mom just weigh her tears? What about my tears on Mad Haris' wedding day."

Now he just dodged a little bit and then walked away from me and went somewhere. After cooking I immediately arranged the dishes on the table and served them.

Not to forget I wrote a message on a large cardboard paper that it was 'Masakan Laila' and I put it in the middle of the table, I was sick of anyone acknowledging my cooking as his cooking.

"Why should it be written that way?" ask your father-in-law when he passes by the dining room.

"Just want to write it down, so people know that this is my cooking, Dad," I replied.

"There's been something else cooking here?"

"There's mom, me, and Adelia, we're all on duty in the kitchen" I replied as I walked away from the table, seen from the reflection of the glass of my father-in-law's closet scratching his head a sign of inexhaustibility.

**

At dinner time, I was still so hurt at them that when my mother-in-law told me to call all my parents-in-law I just pouted and called them.

When I started eating and unaccountably joined, I chose to sit in the kitchen with my two children.

"Aren't you eating with us?"

"Do it, someone will be allergic" I replied.

"But it's not usually like this" he answered somewhat hesitantly

"You get used to it like this! Let's get used to it, on the dining table there is a beautiful view of Sholehah's wife, why in the kitchen here with a rotten rasp like me," said sarcas.

"But I don't think you do" he replied slowly.

"Stupid time! Stay away, I'm eating and don't want to be bothered by anyone!"

By gulping down the saliva and shaking slowly, Mas Haris walked away from me. He returned to his chair and continued eating.

Those who ate at the dining table sounded silent and it was strange because usually the dining table was always crowded, filled with jokes and stories.

"Seusai ate me straight into the back room, the room that had been conjured up which was previously a barn. Usually I will wait for them to finish eating, then I will clean the table and wash the dishes and then rest. But this time, I just died.

I wonder if Mas Haris' wife is sensitive to housework or not. I know when I walked into the room they all saw and talked about me, my heart was hurt but I swallowed bitterly all this destiny.

Gts ... Gts ...

The door was knocked when I almost closed my eyes. Mas Haris emerged from behind the door and sat down on the side of my bed.

"City ... I'm sorry, yes" she said softly as she touched the back of my hand.

"Why do you apologize, do you feel that after apologizing everything will be fine?"

"No." He looked down slowly.

"Go away I want to rest, also coincidentally the child has slept," I replied.

"City ... I want you to go back to how you were, to be a good and caring wife" she said slowly.

"You see, give it back to the way it used to be, don't bring a new wife!"

"I'm sorry ...."

I just took a breath turning my body.

"I know you're hurt ...."

"mosk ... What can you do to heal wounds? If you and your family continue to feel bad and make me uncomfortable, I'm sorry I asked for a divorce!"

"Will everything be okay after the divorce?"

"You think God's earth is narrow, you think I can't live without you?!"

I want to say rude and curse him.

He did not answer, like his mother he just went and closed the door again.

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