Until When Should I Be?
8. Intention is moving
Sinta went back through her day with a smile. He seemed to have forgotten what he experienced yesterday. The woman cleaned the house, cooked, and washed the clothes as usual. If there is still free time, Sinta chose to take care of the small garden he made in the yard or even embroider. Although not an expert, he likes to make embroidery and give it to the husband to wear when winter arrives.
While busy moving the flowers he planted to a larger pot. A car stopped in front of his house. Sinta frowned, hoping that something like yesterday would not happen again.
"Excuse me! Excuse me! Hellow!!!" tukas a woman dressed in glamour got out of the car earlier.
"What do you need, Mom?" tanya Sinta approached.
"Oh, no! Don't call mom! Do I look like a mother? Call the madam, okay?!"
Although she did not understand the situation, Sinta still smiled kindly. "Good, lady,"
"Ck, right said Mr. Arman. You're not fit into our big family!"
Sinta's heart beat painfully hearing the insults that she again heard. Just now he decided to forget what happened yesterday, but why even as if he was reminded of the same incident repeated again.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be part of your family either, ma'am," Sinta replied without removing the smile on her lips. "Although I am married to Mas Jamal, but I cannot force Mas Jamal's family to accept me with open arms if they do not like me," he continued firmly. However, still maintain the decency and speech of the language.
"Huh, you're deceiving yourself, aren't you?" the female snort that came suddenly and directly insulted Sinta.
"I've always been honest with how I feel and say, ma'am. I don't like to play the word and try to cheat in any way,"
"You're just being weak to be pitied and accepted for that, right?" the accusation is unwarranted.
"I never thought of it that way, ma'am,"
"Huh, it's hard to talk to low-level people. Even some of the guests are not welcome to enter?!" he said it was full of insinuations.
"Ah, sorry to make you stand outside for too long. I didn't know you wanted to visit. Please come in, madam,"
"No need! It's late! What do I expect from a woman who never got a good family education?!" the hina is becoming.
"I'm sorry because I am a lot of kurannah is actually chosen by Mas Jamal as a wife, mistress," said Sinta sincerely apologized. However, Sinta's apology was instead considered a satire by the woman in front of Sinta.
"If you know yourself, you should disappear when you are given money!" hardik the glamorous mistress who hasn't even introduced her name yet. "Oh, if you want to complain, just complain there while crying or whining loudly. I came here to remind the uninitiated child like you. So that you can be aware of the place and leave immediately if you know it doesn't fit with our family!"
"As long as Mas Jamal remains faithful, as long as the word talaq is unspoken, I will remain on Mas Jamal's side. Somehow Mas Jamal's own family views me. Nor am I willing to trouble or make things unprofitable."
Had enough. Very much Sinta tolerated, she did not have to continue to be patient when she heard so many insults directed at her. "Then let me ask you one thing, madam! Would you choose to separate from your husband when you were given some money?" sinta's eyes flashed firmly. There was no sense of annoyance, he only asked the same thing to this woman who had insulted him a lot.
Not yet the glamorous ladies replied. Sinta is back. "If you accept it, you marry your husband not out of love, but out of necessity. The proof, you can leave your husband so easily just because of the money given in return!
"Hopefully your day is pleasant, I'll come in now. Goodbye, be careful on the road!" Sinta rushed in. He patted his chest after closing the door. The woman stood still there for quite a while, calming the rumble she felt back in her heart. He had been rude, but it was not his intention to do such a thing. He was forced to continue being humiliated, without realizing he had fought back.
Ah, even Sinta also no matter how hard the woman called her to come back. Where he wants to go back there and face again with a sharp mouth of venomous man from the woman earlier. It is better for him to go in and rest inside, than to sow the seed of sin against those older than him.
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Jamal and Laras sat facing each other. They took a fifteen-minute break to continue their conversation that had been postponed this morning.
"Then what are you going to do?" ask Laras to make sure. "You know what Grandpa's temperament is?" closed again. Having known him since childhood, Laras also called Arman as grandfather just as Jamal called his own grandfather.
"I don't know yet. What is clear is that I have to move near here so that I can immediately come if my family visits with bad intentions, "sighs Jamal a long sigh.
"I'll find him as soon as possible!"
"Thanks, you're the only friend I can talk to!" jamal said with a serious mimic.
"Yes, yes. I'm your only friend, you fool!" timpal Laras with a mocking smile.
"Meet me a lot, but I'm lazy to deal with leeches like them. Getting close just because you want to?!" dengus Jamal does not like the behavior of his other friends.
"Who told you to be sultan!"
"Absolutely, I can request to be born into what family?" Jamal rolled his eyeballs. If he could he would have asked to be born from a mediocre family. Who does not have many rules and also does not demand himself to be married to this or that one.
"Casual, bang! Not very much a guy?!" Baras even joked. "I'll go back, you call Sinta. Chat there new expanse back to work again abis it. Look at your face tangled in a scrapped sheet of cake!"
"They're sold out, huh?!"
Silent for a moment, before the two laughed together because they were amused by the joke they made themselves. "I'm back now, ok. Don't look for me, a lot of work!" say Baras before you really leave. Jamal immediately contacted his wife, wanting to ask what the woman was doing as long as she was not around. Were there any other uninvited guests who came like before.
