My Husband Doesn't belong to Me
Chapter 12

Pov Nadira . . .

Tired if you have to continue arguing about trivial problems or fake news. I wanted to scream and curse my husband and mother-in-law.

"Why do you only believe your words? And always blame everything on me? Can't what's his wife's version of the story?" That's what I wanted to ask my husband.

But those words can only be swallowed by myself, there is no way I would dare to say them. Because I don't want to add to the problem.

I am just a human being who has a limit to patience. Maybe now is the time, when I am getting tired of all the false slander that my Mother-in-law made.

"Nadira is males. . ."

"Ga never finished the house. . ."

"Ga can cook. . ."

"Mobile. . ."

"Continue arguing if you're told. . ."

"Rubber. . ."

"Ga can give a child. . ."

And there are many more words that are not worth mentioning by a mother to her son-in-law.

Various kinds of false news that always mother-in-law convey to husband and neighbors around.

But now that I'm about to change, I don't want to be a weak Nadira. Which can only be oppressed and slandered by the mother-in-law.

Slowly but surely, I will be able to make my husband's eyes see what is right and what is wrong. One day he will regret what he did to me.

So from today on I will turn into what you want.

"Mother said I was males. . . Okay means from now on I have to be lazy, no need to bother cleaning the house and cooking." Say it with a wicked smile.

"Today the mother always did as she wanted, and the mother started all this. Don't blame me, Mom! I wouldn't be rich if I didn't start everything. Forgive Nadira Ma'am! Maybe after this, mom's life won't be as comfortable as before." My vow

"Whether this is true or not, I'm obviously tired of everything that's happening right now. Let me take all these sins. Forgive me God. . . Maybe I'm wrong, but I'm tired of everything that's happened. Wake up all my business and soften their hearts, give the best to me." My do'a

The husband that I hope can always support and protect me, like my father who always supports and protects my mother from everything that makes her hurt. But there, I was always angry, snapped and accused of nothing.

Living in a family that loves, protects, cares for each other and rarely fights. As well as having a head of the family who is very wise and never discriminate his son, the brother who always takes care of his sister.

Makes me think that all men will be like my papah and my brothers. But apparently not all men will be as good as them.

Sometimes I think.

'Does Mas Tio no longer love me? Why would you never listen to me or trust me? Every mother's words were always considered true, without knowing my true circumstances.' Thought.

The more days, the more I feel distant with Mas Tio. There was no more warmth in the house that I used to feel, it all felt different.

"What's wrong with mom! Until she always finds trouble with me. Though all this time I always gave up and tried to obey all his commands, regardless of my feelings. But it's just wrong in mom's eyes." I complained.

Until I saw Mas Tio's bike in Angkringan near my office. However, I have to swallow disappointed, because Mas Tio lied to me.

With a feeling of anxiety, I was confused as to what I should do.

Mba. . . Mba. ." Call Selva while shaking my shoulder.

"Eh. . Yes what?" I asked confused, I was daydreaming.

"That's how Tio's going, don't you want us to go?" Ask Selva.

"We'll go home, you're anterin mba to the house yes." Nadira said lethargic.

"Rare you sure you're being chased? Mumpung still seem to be the motor?" Ask Selva again.

"Maybe he's Mas Tio, we've gone home already." My pinta is with Selva.

"Udah to mba." Said Selva while stopping the car.

"Mr. ." Ask Selva.

"Eh yes. . Sorry to daydream." Nadira smiled.

"Isn't anything?" Ask Selva.

"Emang why? Mba is fine, yes already entered yes." Pamit me while opening the door, but in her hand held Selva.

"If you need a meeting, call me." Said Selva while holding my hand.

"Yes, assalamualaikum." Pamit me with a forced smile, there is no way I have to cry because of a problem that is not necessarily the truth.

I set my feet toward the door, and the disappointment, sadness, and anger piled into one.

'Why should I lie? Who is that woman?' Say me in my heart.

Kolkata. . .

"Assalamualaik." Say my regards.

"Wa'alaikum salutations." My mother-in-law was watching tv.

"Mom ate?" I asked while kissing Mother-in-law's hand.

"Udah." Said Mother-in-law Ketus.

'I really want to ask mom, really do not you tell Mas Tio to buy soap to the minimarket? But what if Mas Tio gets angry? Because I don't trust him? But I'm curious.' Say it in my heart while taking a breath.

"What if you were there?" Said Mother-in-law ketus, probably still angry because of the problem this morning.

"There's nothing ma'am. Yes already. . I went to the room first, Mom." Nadira stepped into his room.

Kolkata. . .

After I closed the door, I leaned behind the door.

'Who is that woman? Why just go away? Why should I lie?' All sorts of questions are on my mind.

"Why isn't Tio honest? Or do they have a relationship?" I thought the no-no.

"Astaghtafirullah. . . Nadira what do you think? Can't accuse macem's husband. Okay. . Must be thinking positively, there must be an explanation." Say it myself while taking a deep breath.

"What should I do later, if I meet Mas Tio? Should I pretend not to know? Or mending me ask? But what if Mas Tio gets angry?" I said confused.

"Better now I clean up first, let's relax and not think that macem-macem again." Say it while heading to the bathroom.

I deliberately linger in the bathroom, hoping Mas Tio has arrived. But I have to swallow disappointed again, it turns out Mas Tio has not come home.

"Where are you Mas? This hour hasn't come home yet?" I said while taking a phone call to Mas Tio.

Tut. . . Tut. . . Tut. . .

Not picked up, and I tried again.

Tut. . . Tut. . . Tut. . .

Still the same, until the call to 4 was not lifted.

"Where are you mas? No news at all? O Allah protect my husband, keep him out of all danger." My do'a.

"Or is he going out with that woman again?" Thought.

"Okay Nadira you have to think positive, maybe the woman is just the office of Mas Tio. There's no way Mas Tio's macem-macem is out there." Self-advancing.

"Have you not come home yet? Mending me to sleep. Let's not think the macem." Say it while glancing at the clock that shows at 10 pm, then I lay down my body and soon I slept.