What's my fault, Mother-in-law?

What's my fault, Mother-in-law? Chapter 8

My mother-in-law locked me back in this dark, hot barn, no AC or anything to cool me down in. The air was very stuffy due to the amount of dust, making my chest feel tight. I am also afraid of the small animals that nest in it.

Until the evening before there was no sign of me being removed from this narrow and stuffy room.

"Didn't Mas Rega come home?" I still wished Rega to go home, even though he ignored my existence, but it was still better than me having to crouch in this warehouse.

Because with my husband at home, Mama Siska will set me free and I can sleep in Rega's room again, not in the barn as it is today.

I was in pain, I was hungry, I was lonely, and I was tormented.

"Lord..."

"What was my sin in the past, until You tested me this hard?" I murmured in my heart.

I thought the torment of my stepfather was the most painful torture, I was wrong. Now I feel even more pain and more cruel than my mother-in-law.

What was my fault with him, until he treated me as if he had a grudge against me. Or just because of a hate, but why, why does he hate me this big?

Every time I was confined I could only lament my fate and surrender.

I leaned against the wall and sat down with cardboard, fortunately there was still cardboard, if not my body that felt already out of shape would increase with itching.

I try to move my neck which still feels very sore and stiff. I tried to massage him slowly hoping that the pain could be a little lightening.but in vain, I just touched it it was already painful.

The sound of the open barn door made me look back, I curled up to protect my head.Fearing that I would be hit by my mother-in-law again.

"I'm sorry, madam, I didn't say anything to the great Lord.goddess." I muttered, my hands clenched over my head, begging Mama Siska for forgiveness.

"Sst. hey, Anggi. It's me, Ambar.." a woman's voice whispered after the door closed.

"Ambar? " i asked, I put my hand down and looked up trying to see it in the dim light.

"Yes, I brought you some food. You eat first, kasian your child if until you are hungry, " indeed Ambar sometimes comes secretly, and gives food to me when he feels the situation is safe. That means my mother-in-law is not home.

I'm very grateful for that, at least my son will get a little intake tonight.

Mama Siska does often go out at night with her socialite friends when Rega is there work out of town or even abroad. I don't know what he's doing out there, which he's obviously going home at dawn drunk.

Maybe Papa Refan doesn't know that either. Because Mama Siska must have made sure if Papa Refan had fallen asleep, if only the look by him if my father-in-law had not fallen asleep. Then mama Siska will definitely give her sleeping pills.

"Thank you, Ambar, "I immediately picked up a piece of bread that he brought. Ambar knows that I can't eat rice right now.

"Sama-sama, you spent yes. Don't forget to drink the milk. This is pregnant mother's milk, of course good for the child in your womb, "Abar pointed to one medium-sized bottle containing white liquid, which turned out to be pregnant mother's milk.

My forehead is wrinkled, "milk pregnant mother? " Abar nodded.

"Where did you get it? " i asked because there was no way that Mama Siska would buy pregnant mother's milk for me.

"From Mr. Robin, he was told to be with the great master he said, "Abar replied, always whispering.

"Yeah, I went back to my room first yeah, you're careful here. Hopefully it will be fine until tomorrow because if I get out now, you know the consequences?" ambar said with a fearful expression.

It was the first time that Mama Siska locked me in this barn. Ambar settles down and tries to get me out, but his actions are known to my mother-in-law. As a result Ambar was also subjected to torture from Siska's mother. In fact, he was also threatened to be fired by my mother-in-law, of course, the threat of mama Siska was not a joke.

My mother-in-law could have created this slanderous drama and it was in order to fire Ambar, just like she fired the other aides first. To be able to give me a lot of work.

"Thank you for the cost of staying here, so don't be too happy, "he said to me every time.

"Yes, Ambar. I know how. I thank you, you always help me, give me food. I will never forget your kindness, Ambar, "I embrace Ambar with gratitude.

Ambar went out and went back to his room. While I quickly finished the food and milk Ambar gave me.

"Brand.. "

"You're happy, honey, we can eat to our fullness tonight. You are healthy in there. Mother will always take care of you as much as Mother can, "my mumbling to the fetus in my stomach.

"I will keep trying to find evidence that all the photos are just fabrications. Yeah, any way I should be able to, "My resolve is unanimous.

Because I felt full and tired after working all day, I finally fell asleep. In my sleep I dreamt of seeing Mas Ridwan who was crying sobbing.

"I'm sorry Mas Ridwan, Gita. Mas Ridwan must leave you and make your fate become what it is today, " said Mas Ridwan in his tears.

"But you don't give up, you will definitely find happiness someday. Sure,"

"Don't stay with me anymore, Mas.I want to go with you, I can't stay in this hell anymore, "I said trying to reach it.

"No, Gita. Your path is still long, "he smiled softly.

"But I am no longer strong if I have to continue to endure the torment of my mother-in-law, Mas, "I keep whining asking to come with her.

"You have your next guardian angel, Gita. You just need a little more effort and patience to open the eyes of his heart, then you will be happy forever later, "Mas Ridwan away, he waved his hand at me.

I kept screaming his name, "don't stay with me, Mas Ridwan.. "

My eyes opened with a sharp breath, at the same time I saw Raka was already in front of me, he looked at me with a lustful look.

"Well, are you here? " tanyaku. I'm honestly very scared of him.

"I want you, Angita.. " Raka tried to get closer to me.

"No. go you, Raka! just go! " my yell tried to push her chest.

"You're so hypocritical, Anggita! " calling Raka clutched my cheek like my mother-in-law did last night.

"Whatchu mean? "