YOUNG WIFE
CHAPTER 34
The debate between the two continues. Gala and I chose to be quiet while listening to my husband and ex-wife talk to each other about the past.
“Cannot. You can't come with.”
“Why can't you, Mom? If you go, how do I go? I'll play with Gala today.”
Yeu. Let it not be in vain to come here, my mind.
“That's why you told me first. So you are not in vain to come here,” Aiman said in a firm tone.
Uh uh....tumben we're compact?
“Ya. Even if I come along, I won't bother you. Let's just say I don't exist.” Susan still insisted on her will.
She accidentally pressed the word ‘kita’ while looking at me. I accidentally also played my eyeball – caught my guard against him after hearing the blonde widow one was in the middle of a charm.
I don't know. I consider it that way. Maybe because of her fellow woman well so I can read her unusual behavior.
Susan dressed up super fancy. The clothes she was wearing were also catchy, to show that she was a classy mother. Very different from me who always wears a metal shirt plus a checkered shirt and a rectangular hijab. It's really exactly what Gala's teacher said that she thought I was Gala's baby sitter not her mother.
“Sorry. Because it's our little family vacation.”
Holy hooch! The shame's up to sekebon!
Sometimes Aiman's talk is really ugly, but this time.I really like the same talk just now. Headshot gets to the bone marrow!
“Small family? I'm also part of your little family right, Mas?” susan asked in a persuading tone to seduce.
My eyes immediately squinted at Susan's increasingly suspicious behavior. Moreover, om sompret it is also silent when his hands are held. You crocodile!
“You can't believe it, Susan –“
I'm getting less and less at home watching this series of flying fish dramas. I decided to move from there to move into the house. Aiman did not prevent me at all. He is still busy with his ex-wife Susan.
Soon, heavy rain fell on the city. The end of this debate is the cancellation of the streets to the Safari park.
I don't know if I should be happy or sad. That's certain....Gala was the one who complained because the rain fell canceling her vacation.
**
Is things improving?
No. gabe. Precisely deteriorated.
Aiman allowed Susan to stop by the house because of heavy rain accompanied by lightning outside. As a result, I have to serve guests like her who actually does not feel as a guest at all. Susan has not sat still. He continued to comment on this house without hesitation to me, as if I was his new wife Aiman was not good at taking care of the house.
“Mas Aiman does not like dirty. Is this dusty anyway?”
That is the example he commented. Bummer, right?
“I was two days sick mbak, so did not have time to clean up home.”
“But the dust is thick gini loh, the time is only two days?” point at it while folding your hands on your chest.
“Please drink the tea. It will be cold,” I said to divert the question.
“That's if nyari wife origin milih that's it. Especially with ABG. So it is...certainly not becus,” sneer Susan in a slow tone. Even though I could still hear his criticism.
“What do I mean?” reply me while glancing at him sharply.
The longer the widow's mouth is the more unfiltered. It was getting over the line because Aiman let it. Where's that om-om sompret? It's like Avatar. When the world needs him, he disappears!
“You're not acting like Aiman's wife. I'm also not sure if you're also acting on Gala.”
“Indeed...mbak never became his wife? If you feel the most vulnerable, why can you be divorced?”
Susan's eyes are breaking. He would have never thought that I would dare to go against his words. But unfortunately, it didn't last long. Susan went back to provoking my emotions with her annoying words.
Damnit damnit! I can't dispute this at all. Because it is...we have a lot of incompatibilities, right?
But Mel...mas’ you want to lose this blonde widow debate? Where's your mental thug? Drowning in the sea of facts is not bad. Winning the bacot is the main thing!
“Who said we don't fit? Is it God who can see the future?”
Susan's face hardened. I'm sure he's swallowed the bait round and round.
“Iya. I can make you guys not fit. Justjust look. Aiman will soon also dump you,” Susan replied in earnest.
My blood is really boiling. I can't bear to hear all the sneers that used to be gang ghibah in my village just not until like this his mouth.
I clenched my hand and prepared to face it.
“Mbak mending home aja deh.”
I pulled Susan's hand out of this house. But because he was struggling, of course the whole house heard his cry calling Aiman's name. I don't give a shit. I insisted on still wanting to throw him out even though he kept shouting.
“Mas! help me Mas! Your young wife is crazy! Mas!”
“Mbak should not be given the stage! Because the longer it can be more crunched.”
“Hei! You have no right to be evicted! This is the home of Aiman!” Susan defended herself by holding on to the door leaf.
“But I am his wife! His ex-maid!”
Susan still does not accept, “Mas! mas please!”
“Mela? What's the matter?” asked Aiman with wide eyes.
We ended up being broken up by Aiman easily. Seeing Aiman coming, Susan immediately hid behind the back of her ex-husband.
“Your wife is crazy, Mom! He riled me while pulling my hair!”
“Eh uh! Don't add to the story! I don't have hair!” my protest while advancing before him. But again my actions were prevented by Aiman with a look of disappointment.
“Mela..you can't like older people –“
“You old want young if you do not have manners must be taught!” my answer. And that made Aiman even more angry.
“Well you are not polite right now. You want me to teach you a lesson too?”
“Kok so I get scolded anyway? There is no smoke if there is no fire! She's the first one to get things!”
“Lying mas. I'd be quiet sitting back and chatting with Mela. But he who was even angry was not clear and ngusir me kayak earlier,” protest nek attachments that increasingly make my head want to explode.
He could have made it free like that. The shit again….Aiman chose to believe his words rather than mine.
“Both are sorry,” said Aiman later.
I immediately refused by turning my face away.
“No! I don't want to because I'm not wrong!”
“Apologies don't have to be because we got it wrong, Mel. But make lowering our ego and also our explosive emotions.”
Susan suddenly came out from behind Aiman's back while extending a hand.
“You're right, Mas. Mel..I'm sorry if any of my words were wrong earlier.”
Shithead! It's getting to be just this one blonde widow. My apologies are totally unacceptable. And I chose to fend off his hand by leaving behind the super-crazy husband and ex-wife.
“I don't want to!”
