The Third Party

38. I'll Give it back

"I'm talking to you. Please give me this house letter and you can find another place to live."

"Are you aware of what you're saying? Didn't you say the wrong thing?"

"Where's the fault?" My in-laws asked back.

"I asked again! Do you feel involved in paying for this house?"

And again I can't answer. The fact is I didn't spend a penny on this house.

"Look, you can't answer! Why do you feel entitled to own this house? I'm Handi's mother, obviously I'm the one with more rights. Especially after I found out if my other two kids paid it off!"

"It's not me, but Damar! He's the one who's more entitled to own this house than anyone!" my firmness.

"The room doesn't know anything! It'll be the same thing with Damar if he's an adult! Don't now make him an excuse to cover up your greed!" my in-laws' reply was intense.

"Don't think I didn't know that you also hid money from Handi's company! Whyyy?! Since you are greedy, you want to have it all to yourself! Handi never thought of herself, Handi is not as selfish and greedy as you!" My in-law's tone of speech that had been slow slowly began to rise.

Is this what he meant to speak well? How did he know about the money? As I told Mbak Eka, my in-laws can smell money from hundreds of kilometers away.

"Not to argue. Give this home certificate and also the money you get from the company! After that, start packing. If you can tomorrow morning you should be out of this house! Than to make you better this house for Heni!"

I was so angry to hear it. So all this he did for Heni?! The little devil who was always envious.

"Sorry Mom, but I don't want to give this house to you. This house belongs to Damar, it belongs to Damar!" I'm not just gonna give you this house letter. I won't budge for that little devil. I have to defend it for Damar. Don't expect me to be like the characters in the soap opera who resignedly accept cruel in-law treatment and can only cry without resisting.

"Ngeyel you huh?! I have asked you well! Don't let me tell Aaron and Hasan to throw you out!"

I shrieked to hear the name Hasan and Aaron mentioned. They are very submissive to their mother. Even though they've put this house up for me and Damar, if her mother asks for sure they will obey.

"Do you have no pity on Damar?"

"Yet in the room, Damar again! Why do you always carry around Damar?! Are you deliberately seeking sympathy by mentioning Damar? Like that time you drew the sympathy of Hasan and Aaron to finance Damar's life?! Did you do it on purpose?! If that's how you do it, better here give Damar to me! Let me take care of it!" My in-laws stood up and were about to go to the room to take Damar. But I was more agile so I ran before my in-laws first. I carried Damar before my father-in-law could get close. I'd give anything but not Damar.

Wonder why my father-in-law could think that way. It never crossed my mind to use Damar as my in-laws accuse me. Everything I got, came to me alone without me asking let alone using Damar as an excuse.

"Don't touch Damar!" I'm my in-laws' hardik. It's getting serious, I can't be lenient.

I finally pushed my in-laws to a fall like that. He complained loudly.

"If you want this house, just take it! Take everything you want! Just don't Damar. Nothing can separate me from my son!"

My in-laws didn't respond to my words. He grimaced in pain and continued to hold his head. I see he's in real pain. I couldn't bear to see him, let alone that he fell because of me. Soon I called a taxi and I drove my in-laws to the hospital.

Even though my in-laws fell down, his head hit nothing, why could he complain of a headache?

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I sat in the hospital aisle seat holding Damar. Since the arrival of Hasan and Heni, my in-laws have asked me to come out because I want to talk to the boy. I'll bet he's complaining to his kids.

Mas Hasan came out after finishing talking to his mother while Heni was still in the room.

"Mom said you pushed her. Is that true?" tanya Mas Hasan was cold. Hearing Mas Hasan's question I was immediately disappointed. It's like he didn't want to hear or give me a chance to tell a story from my perspective.

I nodded, I admit my mistake. That is the truth.

"Mother told me that she met you to ask for the house. I admit mom was wrong. But, if you don't want to give the certificate of the house, at least you don't have to be rude to mom, let alone push it down?!"

"If mom gets sick like this how? Why didn't you just give up? Give the house letter to mom and you can report it to me. Later Aaron and I can replace it with a new house! There doesn't have to be anything like this, right?!"

I don't know why I just kept listening. I was too lazy to explain to Mas Hasan let alone to defend myself. That wouldn't do any good.

But if Hasan wanted to understand, his mother was sick not because I pushed him. He was sick from his hypertensive condition. The doctor explained everything. What is my day, if the words of the doctors alone are not taken as such then what are the meanings of my words?

Not lost Mas Handi's anger at me, Heni came out. This little devil must have wanted to go along and scold me.

"Actually you have a problem what the hell is the same mom? Not the first time you pushed mom to fall this one?! Are those the kids the mom bought? It's natural that my mother asked for it. How come you don't take it all the way?!"

Of course you say it is natural because the house will be given to you later. Try the condition behind, your husband who died and you were kicked out of his heritage house, will you still be able to talk like that? my inner.

"Indeed, I deserve to call you a wild woman! Just look at your behavior! How dare to be rude to an old man!!!"

"If the house is the problem, I will return it. I'm going home to get the certificate. Excuse me!"