Wedding Story's

Thirty-one (Emotion)

Cold sweat ran through all my body. The pain in my stomach can't be contained anymore. It's still 04:00 in the morning. From two hours ago my eyes could not be invited to rejuvenate to withstand stomach pain. Want to complain to the husband, fadil last night nginap in the hospital waiting for mama. Want to call him, but afraid to get angry and the end snapped.

" Geek, inside why baby. Sorry if there is something wrong. Well good in the dalem there "Lirihku while stroking the belly of my queen which contains a fetus 2 months over ten days.

Everyone wants to have a full family, not me. But why in times when it is difficult for me to conceive, there are always problems in my household. People say, behind the trials or trials that God gives, there must be wisdom behind them. And at this time, I still faithfully wait for the wisdom behind this test of my household.

My eyes were now suddenly drowsy after my stomach pain had lessened a little. Want to sleep again nanggung, later the end of bad luck. Finally I chose to take a shower so early so that the body seger, he said the morning shower gini is also good.

Finish the bath along with the morning azan. It's not exactly fitting. I immediately grabbed the face to perform the dawn prayer.

Moments like this, so keinget kak fadil. What

Only the activities I do related to my brother Fadil must hurt my heart. A week ldr. but after ending a week instead of being able to kangen kangeenan, instead must be far away. Shadow wants to eat satay with husband seems to have to me away from memory. Because it might not work for now. And I hope there will come a time when our family will be harmonious again.

Done with the obligations of a Muslim. It is time to fulfill the duties of a wife and a mother. Like a regular routine. Clean up the house, cook breakfast, and want to cook porridge to be taken to the hospital.

Last night the intention to go to the hospital had to fail, because kak fadil forbade me and the children there. I want to know how my mom is progressing. I don't know what the reason for my fadil brother is to deny me my mother. But, don't want me to stay. Because I don't want to add to the problem getting more complicated.

The breakfast food was arranged neatly at the dinner table. Fadil also returned from the hospital. I think I took a shower again.

" Bund, sister breakfast bread aja yes" said fiona while placing a sitting position next to me who was breastfeeding fayyadh. My handsome boy woke up very fitting, after I finished cleaning up and cooking. Although I have not had time to shower again, still smell dry as the smell of onions, my handsome boy still want to ndusel ndusel in the ketek of his mother. Fortunately, it does not smell very good.

" what is bread?" Now my attention has turned to fiona.

Fiona just grinned "Fried rice in bekelin aja bund"

" Mother cooks a lot baby. If you want to bring fried rice bekel is also still quite good"

Fiona shook her head "It's not like you know your beautiful sister, if fiona eats fried rice again at home. Fear brother's fullness. Keep on wanting a Chapter. I don't like to pee at school"

I chuckle. Fiona is exactly like me. It feels most anti to defecate in the school toilet. But if I just pee I still want to. I don't know what the difference is.

" jude, eat some bread. Later mother fillin her fried rice to the bekel box brother"

" fiona departs as a protege" Fadil's sister just arrived at the dinner table. And talk straight to Ketus.

Fiona's just a bagg "what else, you've been waiting for me in front"

Her milk had not been drunk her son had been told to go to school. This is what the hell is the same fadil. Is not enough I was the one who became his tantrums.

" Father tap-"

" Dad doesn't like to be snapped. Now go to school" cut the fadil.

I wanted to scratch his flat face while smearing chocolate jam onto the bread he was holding.

Seeing fiona who looks at me with sadness I also dare to open my voice

" Mad, let's start fiona breakfast first"

" I'm not asking for your opinion" the circus.

" Yes, but I-I"

Braakkkk

" father"

" Abaghfirullah" my hiss along with the cry of fiona as fadil's brother slammed one glass of coffee on the floor.

" sister. Go now, son. Later the mother anterin provision to school sister" I who was still in shock was strengthening myself to embrace fiona who was pale and full of fear.

" Bund-bond tapii"

" No papa brother. Don't be afraid of me, son" I whispered as I gently kissed his forehead.

I can see Fiona's frightened face. I want to go to school why I am burdened. I did not end up thinking the same fadil brother who recklessly slammed a glass in front of the child.

" I don't know what makes you so angry mas" I softly hand-picked the broken glass. Don't forget the fayyadh in my arms looking at me with a gaze. I also find it hard to interpret.

" You did that in front of the child"

" Shut up" snapped fadil's brother.

I don't think I can handle my heart beating. I slowly stood up even though the broken glass was not finished.

" What do you really want. Do I have to make it like your new mama is satisfied, right?" Oversimplifies

" Why do I have to bear the consequences of what I did not do.." There was no sound I took out of my mouth. Because there's still fayyadh in my arms.

" You have a grudge, right, Mama?" Ask fadil to the point

" Because mama's attitude is not good with you" he continued like introgating.

I shake my head hard. Because there is absolutely no grudge in my heart "You are wrong if you accuse me of being like that".

" Halahh.honestly renata" he said.

" When I want to, I've been taking revenge on my mom. If you forget that mom made you blind"

Plakk

One slap landed on my right cheek "Stop the past" in one word fadil while pointing at my face.

Now Fayyadh has followed the cry because he saw with his own eyes his round on the slap

" I'M TIRED OF YOU MAS" I can't take it anymore. How dare I dare to yell at fadil..

" What, tired?" He said with a full smirk

Fadil's brother dragged me roughly upstairs. I'm half dead thrashing ronta berusha asking to be released. But not ignored at all. What worries me now is fayyadh. I don't want the tapes of her parents' quarrels clearly imprinted in her memory.

Up in my room fadil pushed me to the floor. I tried to protect the fayyadh until I forgot I was still carrying one more life in my stomach.

Brother Fadil pulled fayyadh from my arms and put it in bed. Fayyadh's roar was not ignored by his father at all. I'm afraid of the fadil now.

" Mas.awakir" I see. My lips were hissing withstanding the great pain in my stomach.

Instead of pitying with me fadil even grabbed my hair very roughly "I regret marrying a woman who is a problem like you"

The mental pain of physical pain is mixed into one. The woman who carried the name of the problem that her husband threw himself, it felt very painful. It hurts to be a kara like me, there is no place to complain.

A tubed slap landed on my cheek. The corner of my lips now feels very painful. This is sis fadil if again ignited emotions.

My stomach pain is becoming more and more. Half-dead I held it in, but it felt unbearable anymore

With the remaining courage, I hold gently the hand of a big brother fadil that grips my hair "Mas..sshh.I've told you, right.I again hail your son torment.you want to kill him" shirihku.

The look we met. Sis fadil looked at me very deeply "Shhh.please he mas, I am not strong. Hikss.sick as hell" I said stammered.

Fadil's brother took his grip off my hair. He looked at me very deeply. A look of regret or something. I also cannot interpret.

My gaze from the fadelage diverted as soon as I saw the megalir blood on my calf. Fear immediately ran "Mas.darahh hikss" I cite. I'm so worried about my body.

" Yes, you are strong"

It's still clear I hear the voice of fadil's concern. But my view faded more and more "Ka.mu.mu mistarget.shhs.make revenge.mas. ka.mu already hurt your son ..se.ndiri" the last sentence I saidapakn. After that I don't know what else happened.