When Passion Is Greater Than Lust
The trouble finally came.

Seconds change minutes, minutes change hours, hours have changed days.

Month after month we passed as a couple. Although there is still one roof with in-laws but all goes well without any significant obstacles.Third brother bang Dadang . Indra, Hafiz and Agung have even finished their studies.

Even Indra and Hafiz were married a year ago.

Salsa is still in college.

Usian our marriage has now entered the age of eight years, the more here Dadang bang began to change. He who usually feels at home, now even slack is not clear.

His passion for work was eroded by time, all starting from the birth of our third son. Bara Bramasta, the son whose true presence is not too expected, because indeed I conceded when Dio was only 1 year less.

Mother also began to change her attitude, because bang Dadang who always complained about my behavior that he thought was wrong, also about the close pregnancy that I experienced at that time, as if everything happened completely was my fault.

" It turns out that education, also guarantees a person's attitude yes Dang. The proof is getting here Your wife is increasingly showing her original attitude, lazy and can only sleep in the room. His knowledge was not clear, " Again, I heard my mother and Bang Dadang talking about me, Maybe he deliberately spoke loudly so I could hear it..

Two new sons-in-laws in this family, are indeed all scholars. It may also affect the attitude of the mother who has now changed drastically.

" Well, mom, I'm dizzy..

I think I chose the wrong wife..."

The words bang Dadang made me press hard chest, why can a once loving man now even have the heart to say that , is the presence of our three children , not the least makes Bang Dadang feel grateful?

Our relationship is indeed bland, because since Bara's pregnancy I too often ignore bang Dadang, and even reject his wishes when he wants to channel his desires as a normal man, he said, but I didn't expect that every rejection of mine would make it go further and make this relationship no longer healthy .

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I'm getting more and more uncomfortable in this house, wanting to go home to Budes but I'm ashamed and afraid that my heart is still wavering and coming back here again.

That is why I want to build a small house.

" Bang, this year we build a house yes, God willing the money is enough ..,"

I tried to talk about this to bang Dadang, when my husband happened to come into our room.

" Where's the money ? Ye

think acting as easy as you talk, , Lagian is also this year the coffee garden fruit is a bit lacking. Be patient why the hell ?"

I can only be right in my heart. How can coffee be fruitful, if bang Dadang not even once want to look there, and even lazy to fertilize with the reason there is no money to buy it. The tone of bang Dadang's voice is no longer friendly when talking to me.

Bang Dadang's eyes carefully observed me, is there something wrong with my words earlier ?

" you say you have not saved any more money, continue now even say that there is still savings and even intend to build all houses. You want to be an ungodly wife, you can be silent and not help when the husband is in trouble, lest Bude even still often love you monthly money, he said, why the more days you're getting stingy on your own husband..."

" The trouble you have because it is because of your own actions. It could be that Abang abai supports the family and prefers unclear wandering. Money can fall from the sky, and about dowry money.it is absolutely mine, and brother has no right to question or even worse use it for his own brother's sake, about money Bude remittance, about money, that's for kids, if you can't give, at least don't take away their rights, ,.."

" Alah you are right, do you meet my needs for the past year. It is your duty to ignore my pretentiousness and remind me of my duty. You should have read it.."

I laughed "what is this about inner living again, why the hell bang, which in your brain is just that. You do not think of our three children. His future, their snacks and even their mental because every day had to hear his parents' endless quarrels..

Anyway, I'll do what I meant, if you still have responsibility and shame, you better support me..."

I left Bang Dadang, out of our room. Outside the room I saw my mother standing right in front of the door, I was already upset. Ignoring the whereabouts of my daughter-in-law. Let ! after all, at the end of this Mom also treated me badly..

" Sir, this is Bara like a laper !!" Salsa's voice rang out, indeed after college he took Bara from my sling, letting me finish all the work like washing and some houses.

Only Salsa understands and makes me feel a little peaceful in this house.

" Thank You Sa.." I tried to hold back the tears that were urging to come out, I took Bara and immediately took her out.

Today I have a promise, with the neighboring mothers, to talk about the annual Arisan that we will do with me as chairman, this also makes me more eager to build a house.

my determination has been unanimous, with or without the support of bang Dadang though.

" How many years, then,,?" That's Bu Uci's voice, actually the other neighbors refused to include Bu uci to the Arisan group, the other neighbors refused to include, because the name of bu Uci has been blacklisted as the most in-time arisan member when payment is even sometimes not want to pay with a thousand made-up reasons.

He won and received the full money.

" I'm sorry ma'am, if you want to come, fill in the last number. Everything is full and paid for .. Here's the money to me "

I raise my right hand, towards Uci ma'am. while my left hand, I use it to support Bara's body in my sling.

" Loh whose name is arisan, must be shaken dong. can not be set so the number. ga so deh if that is , Not me, follow the modelan kek that.."

" Thank you..." Simultaneously the mothers who were gathering at the patrol post instead said hamdalah, then followed by laughter because it felt funny about our compactness, although not planned. the face of Ms. Uci flushed irritated, by stomping her legs, by stomping her feet, the middle-aged lung woman turned back home..

I was getting tickled, because of the behavior of Uci's mother who craved like a child. This is my routine if the day is late in the afternoon, because it no longer feels comfortable at home in-laws, fortunately during the stay here. I am active in getting along, so it can eliminate sadness and saturation that sometimes comes uninvited..