Always Humiliated Husband Family
Part 7's

Coincidentally I was holding a cell phone, I then pointed the phone camera at the two shameless humans.

I took pictures several times, then took videos of them still holding hands and joking around while poking each other. Sometimes Mas Hanung who poked the nose, cheeks and chin Resti and sometimes Resti who poked the nose of Mas Hanung, even Resti also poked the lips of Mas Hanung while saying.

''I want this?'' her word. Maybe because in the crowd so he said hard to get to my ears. I shuddered in disgust at Resti's words. Dih, it's cheap. Lest he start teasing Mas Hanung first. Yes, because it has not been scratched for a long time so he felt itchy and looking for a man who would scratch his. No matter who the man was, even the man who was married and had children he was seduced and approached, and the man who was his own brother-in-law was selfish and cheap, too, could-can just fall into the trap of sister-in-law who lives dead husband.

After feeling enough, I kept my phone in my bag again, then my eyes turned to look at Husein, my son seemed still engrossed in playing. We can smile happily even without Mas Hanung, so one proof I have, with the evidence available it will be easier if I claim Mas Hanung's divorce in court. Nothing needs to be fixed and maintained, it is better to be widowed than to have the status of one's wife but never considered and appreciated. Being a widow is not a bad thing, as long as we know how to behave and respect ourselves so as not to be considered a cheap widow let alone a seductress husband. Nauzubillahs.

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In the afternoon we arrived home, I was still parking my car in the garage of Rizka's house.

After that we went to our house.

Today was quite tiring, because after the Mall, we stopped by the orphanage first to distribute the parcels to the children of the orphanage. Seeing the beautiful smile of the orphanage children when receiving my gift parcels, as soon as their happiness was transmitted to me, I was happy to see them happy, she said, with so my longing for Hasan was slightly treated and Husein also looked happy, he was playing with the orphanage children so cheerfully.

Husein and I entered the house, upon our arrival in the house, we saw Mas Hanung already sitting on the sofa of the family room. It turns out he went home first.

''Where have you been?'' her question looked at me and Husein fixedly. His face was flat, with no expression and happiness on it. It was so different when he was with Resti again.

''We're from shopping, '' I said casually, then sat down on a different sofa.

In both of my hands there is a paper bag containing new clothes and in the hands of Husein was the same.

''Lovely Heh! Mas gave you money to shop for kitchen needs, yes, not to buy clothes. His eyes were fixed on the paper bag I was holding.

''Don't be wasteful!'' keep her on the line again.

''Are you sure that I shop with money given from you? Two hundred thousand, where can buy clothes that use fancy paper bags like this, I said sneering.

I saw Mas Hanung's face flushed red.

''Where do you get money to buy clothes? Are you selling yourself?!'' Mas Hanung became more and more, because I could no longer bear to hear his painful words, I stood up and gave a hard slap to the cheek of a jerk like Mas Hanung. Instantly he fell silent, he looked at me sharply with a reddened face.

''What? You don't accept? If it's true that I sold my body to a rich man to make a lot of money it's a problem for you, huh? I am a normal woman, I want to be like other women out there who shop and eat good food, women whose husbands can be responsible for giving a lot of money, actually do not need much, he said, what matters is enough. But unfortunately I have a husband who is stingy on his wife's child!'' kataku.

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