Always Humiliated Husband Family
My Husband's Attitude

When we got home, the house looked messy, but there were some neighbors nearby who started cleaning every corner of the house. They swept the floor, rolled up mats, and washed dirty dishes and glasses from drinking and eating mourners after the grave.

I saw Mas Hanung's family sitting on the living room couch playing on their cell phones. Upon seeing my arrival, one of them interjected.

''What is not tired of playing, pretending to feel the most lost, when the original is the pleasure because it has reduced one burden!''

Resti, my sister-in-law said so smoothly and presumptuously. He could have said that.

Mas Hanung was seen kissing the head of Resti's son repeatedly, a two-year-old daughter. Beautiful, with thick black hair braided in two, and became the favorite child of the family Mas Hanung, including Mas Hanung himself, he loved the daughter of Resti, who was very affectionate, because he said that he wanted a girl from a long time ago, and he didn't want a boy, that's why he treated Hasan and Husein half-heartedly. Even now he does not care at all about the condition of me and Husein, even though he never tried to entertain or invite me to just talk to share the sorrow of Hasan's death. What kind of husband and wife are we, husband and wife who are just status.

''Resti! If you can only add to my sadness because of your dirty words, then now you come home from this house. Get out of here right now!'' I said loudly. My chest rumbled violently, I could no longer control the emotions that were from yesterday restrained. Indeed, Mas Hanung's family had never appreciated me at all, they had no sympathy for Hasan's death, even earlier, I saw no tears and sadness on their faces, they look ordinary like they don't feel lost.

''Lovely, no need to baper, there, mending you in the room, bring Husein too. Your voice scared Cantika,''

Instead of defending me, but Mas Hanung instead said snapping with his face that looked angry, his hands hugged the body of Resti's son named Cantika.

Honestly, at the moment I feel so despicable, the attitude of Mas Hanung from the past has never changed. Even after Hasan's death, he had not changed at all.

The tightness in the chest the more obvious I feel. My net suddenly glazed over. Not lost the sadness and pain of Hasan's death, now, my own husband even incised a deep and gaping wound. Husein hugged my waist, while Mas Hanung's family smiled cynically looking at me. And the neighbors who were watching seemed to shake their heads with concerned faces.

''What do you mean?'' now, her tone softened a little, her hands were busy stroking Cantika's back, I know, she was afraid of making Cantika cry.

''Ah already. You have never cared for me and the children, I replied, then stepped into the room with Hussein's hand.

Upon arrival in the room, I requested that my handsome son lie down on the bed, my hands stroking his back. Now that Husein is all I have, she is the only source of my spirit, I must take good care of Husein.

''Mom, Dad, you never loved us?'' asked Husein, ''Papa loves Cantika more than me and Kak Hasan who is Papa's own biological child, ''' he continued.

I couldn't answer the question, my tongue seemed to be twisted.

''Already, you don't need to ask unimportant things, dear. Although Papa does not love us, but you must always remember, Mama will continue to love you and Mama will also continue to pray for the good of you and Kak Hasan,''

''Thanks Ma. I promise, when I grow up, I will take care of Mama with all my heart, I will not let anyone hurt my dear Mama,''

Hearing Husein's words, made me feel overwhelmed. Hopefully Husein lived a long life, and became a real man who can be fair between Mama and his wife later.

Seriate.