When My Wife Surrender

Hope

Salma and her husband, Ringgo, originally lived in a small house almost the same size as the mother's house, Warijah. Having a child named Desta who is 12 years old, will soon have to find a junior high school.

Private schools are international, that will be their choice. They paid half the money, including for the dormitory.

This year the money Sakha sent was quite large. Even they have renovated the house, bought a pickup car for business, small stalls are also complete in front of their homes.

Sakha lives frugally in a cramped boarding house, sending money to support her ailing mother who has to undergo various treatments and surgeries. And for the sake of his only son who got an education and also can eat good food every day.

It was unexpected that the money he sent was actually to spoil his nephew, while his only son went somewhere.

Sakha clenched her hands, wiped her tears, looked at the house of Salma before her. The new brother was about to open his stall, seeing the arrival of his brother, his hands were trembling. But the lips tried to smile as calmly as possible.

"Sister, why don't you tell me you're going home?" tanyanya welcomes Sakha's arrival.

Sakha only fell silent, not knowing what she expected from her trusted sister. Letting her suitcase be pulled, her hands guided into Salma's now tiled house. Plastered brick walls, complete with the smell of new paint that is still pungent.

Ringgo suddenly came out, with Desta, his son was sitting on the front porch of the house. Wearing new clothes, Desta even brought expensive robot toys, toys that can move and make sounds.

Where is Randy's son now? Has he eaten? His smart son of pride.

Her lips were mute, but trying to hold back her emotions. If this is just a misunderstanding and Randy lives there, after being treated well or not he will still be able to forgive.

"Where is Desta going to school?" sakha asked clenched her hands with a trembling tone of voice.

"The plan, at an international private Junior High School, the facilities are more complete, Desta will be able to learn English well there," answers from Ringgo's mouth full of pride.

"Your son ranked first from behind, any school will remain stupid. Unlike Randy, my smart, independent little son." for the first time Sakha demeans people, she still tries hard to control her anger hoping that her only son is here.

"Sakkha!! You're outrageous!!" Ringgo was holding the collar of his clothes, about to hit his sister-in-law.

However, Salma quickly came to bring a drink, stopping her husband."Already, Sakha's sister may be exhausted from the long journey. Brother didn't mean to say that, did he?"

Sakha was silent, then smiled for a moment, "Where's Randy?" tanyakanya.

Ringgo bowed, looking misbehaved. While Salma who had been thinking about other lies began to say,"Randy school in the boarding school. It's a semester break, but she was chosen to participate in an SD-level painting competition, so she still lives in the dorm, has to get guidance from her teacher,"

The race? Chosen to represent the school in the painting competition? Randy is good at sports, math and science. But can not draw, even so bad the value of the drawing lesson is only 5 or 6.

But now? His son was selected in the painting race? I don't know, this joke is all.

"Where's the hostel address? I'll pick her up, take her to the city, stay with me" the words that came out of Sakha's mouth, even drinking her sister's tea didn't feel like it.

Salma twisted her fingers thinking, how to avoid this time. Mother, maybe Warijah can be the reason.

"Mom's still in the hospital, Randy's favorite grandson, if you take him away, I'll be a burden on my mind. The pain can get worse. In addition to the sister now stopping by the parent, Randy will be lonely living with his sister. I'm here loving and taking good care of her so." Salma's words stopped.

Sakha kicked the table in front of her until everything on it fell apart, "Our mother died a year ago!! And now I want to pick up Randy too you want to get in the way!?" in tears that flow non-stop.

Salma clenched her hands trembling, trying to make a new lie again. Her tears flowed along, whether it was fake or not, "Mother is already dead, mother died while undergoing surgery, sorry not to tell sister. I've been trying to take good care of my mother,"

"I didn't ask about mom!! Let me go alone to his grave, to apologize!! I asked where my son is!?" the sound of a thunderous clap. Salma never saw her brother this angry.

"Randy..." Salma bowed, sweating coldly.

"Randy went to his mother's place, it was fortunate that we and your other brother gave him money for food and transportation" said Ringgo without feeling the slightest guilt, feeling he had enough money. Driving his pickup car and his wife's stall, they can survive, without Sakha's money sent again. For what it cares...

Giving Randy 200,000 as stock was already a kindness of mercy from himself, his wife and other brothers-in-law. What less good is a Ringgo to his nephew?

"200,000." this time Salma honestly bowed before her brother.

"200,000!?" sakha murmured with laughter, but her heart ached. The only son she loved so much was treated badly by her own sister.

"There's also my right to the mother's inheritance, you guys kicked my son out, sold my mother's house without my consent!?" his yell.

Plaque...

One slap landed on Salma's cheek, her face flushed with a sobbing of tears heard holding her flushed cheeks.

"Br*haw!!" Ringgo was about to beat Sakha in defense of his wife, but the brother-in-law was holding Ringgo's hand. Striking right in the stomach of his now collapsed sister-in-law curled up on the floor.

"I'm talking to my sister!! Don't interrupt!!" he stared hard.

"Sister, Salma just wants Desta to go to school..." Salma bowed still shedding her tears, holding her flushed cheeks.

Sakha walks into the house and walks into the kitchen, picking up a large bowl of cay stamps, a plate of chrysanthemum chicken thighs, and tempura.

Prangs...

All were carried, slammed one by one in front of the terrace of the house where Ringgo was still curled up on the floor. And Salma who was bowed hugged her son.

Neighbors who heard the commotion began to peek, peering wanting to know what was happening. It even started to get crowded in front of the house.

"Almost hundreds of millions, my salary and commission work in the city!! Every day I just eat anchovies and know, because I have to save money. You said mom was sick, had to have surgery many times! Only my son Randy took care of my mother, until she died!!"

"You can throw him out with 200,000 dollars. Hundreds of millions of dollars went into your account!!" he snapped, not caring about the villagers who saw.

"Sister, don't talk here, we talk inside...?" pinta Salma held back her embarrassment.

"Durrect son,"

"Uncle and aunt b*jat,"

"Don't eat or shop at Salma's shop anymore, no blessing,"

Many more blasphemies that he heard. Pull Sakha's hand into the house.

Ringgo began to rise up, "You are already rich working in the city, we are destitute here. So it's only natural that we take a little of your money. That's also for Desta, your own niece! If Randy chooses to stay with his mother or disappear, Desta will be treated as your son! We're willing to raise Desta with you,"

Sakha brushed off her sister's hand, walked to the front of her sister's stall to pick up the gasoline sold there. Doused it on a parked pickup car. Starting a fire that burns a pick-up car results in lying about his son's happy life.

"What are you doing!?" Ringgo ran to fetch water, to put out the fire. But too late the fire began to grow, even a small explosion occurred.

"Br*haw!!" he was about to hit Sakha. But once again, his sister-in-law was crippled easily.

"Sister already.I'm sorry," said Salma holding the brother.

"Look! If Randy doesn't I find him at Melani's house. I'm going to put you in jail on fraud charges" Sakha said, taking her suitcase and a bag of souvenirs for her late mother and only son. Walking away to leave the house.

"This gives to people who are the same age or older than my mother." she said with reddened eyes holding back her cries, giving some clothes and medical supplies for Warijah to one of the residents who witnessed the quarrel in front of Salma's house.

"I.iya, there is murti's mother who.." the words of the citizens he gave confidence stopped, Sakha stepped away. Searching for a vehicle to a nearby town, Melani's house, his ex-wife, wishes her proud son was there.

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