When Passion Is Greater Than Lust
Who's Sandra ?

Lastri entered his house in a hurry, after having followed Salsa to pursue sandra he deliberately returned home. After Salsa hinted if she would follow Sandra, the sister-in-law. Maybe her daughter was afraid that she was okay, because she had to run around like that.

Lastri immediately went into the room, with hunting breath, trying to neutralize for a moment his breath that was frenzied.he now looked at Dadang with a feeling of disappointment.

" Why can you even play Dang's hand ? everything can be discussed well. I don't know what Fatma and the people in this village think of you . Can you make Sandra cry and run like that ?"

Lastri tried to neutralize his emotions, Dadang still remained silent down in the embrace of the father.

"Try to accept whatever your wife's character Dang is, if Siti just doesn't satisfy you. Make peace with your own choices.."

Lastri had now even cried, the tiredness she had felt all day, defeated by the events that had just happened to her daughter-in-law..

" I'm sorry Dadang, Mom. But, Sandra has gone too far, how could she think if my needs were just a matter of bed...!! I'm Mak's man, ..I'm..."

" Have Dang, your mother is right !! now pick up your wife, tell me about her problems with Fatma, as a close relative of Sandra here. Be a man who dares to do, dares to also take responsibility.."

Nurdin finally joined in voicing himself, making Dadang no longer able to refute.

Somehow Dadang even feel always wrong in the eyes of both parents now. Did Siti's departure from her life make her self-esteem and happiness also go away ?

Dadang stepped gontai, about to do what was proposed by the Father. His eyes looked sweet, not excited . Why the intention of the heart wants to complete a lonely day and find a comfortable place, instead making his life so runnier because of the figure of Sandra who according to him is very bad as a wife.

Plakkkk

The sound of the slap echoed, Mother and Father who had been following Dadang now looked dumbfounded. His eldest son was apparently slapped by Fatma, the Aunt of his own wife.

" What do you mean, Dang. Playing with my niece. You know if she's pregnant. Instead of being overflowing with love, you are tormenting his physical and inner self.

do not be right if Siti miscarried at that time because she was a victim of KDRT. . .!!"

Lastri stepped in a hurry, trying to mediate Dadang and Fatma. Calmly he asked Fatma to sit down, to be more comfortable to talk. Fortunately Fatma knew adab. despite having refused, Fatma finally complied as well.

" before Mbak angry with me, why mbak did not ask the nephew mbak, why I did it.although Siti my past, mbak, but you can ask him directly if I ever put my hands on him. For Sandra's case, I can't tolerate anymore. He's really outrageous."

Fatma again provoked emotion to hear the defense speech from Dadang.

" Oh so this is your true nature Dang ? justifying something that is clearly wrong is not wise, although as much as Sandra's fault is, you have no right to physically harm her.."

" DANG...!!!!" Nurdin yells . After his patience, the quarrel between Fatma and Dadang had lured the neighbors to come to see. Making Nurdin ashamed is not a bitch.

" Stop opening up your household disgrace in front of everyone .."

Now Nurdin's stern eyes were staring at Fatma.

" And for you Fatma, on behalf of my son, I apologize profusely. Let's sit down first. So that this conversation may find a solution.."

Fatma was still staring at Dadang with guts. However, due to his respect for Nurdin's figure, he relented and sat back down..

Fatma turned her head and found the worried face of Lastri who had just been silent.

" it's still hysterical Mak, but there's been a nenangin neighbor . Salsa was also at home.."

Fatma replied quietly, imagining Sandra coming by running and crying made her emotions so unstoppable. Moreover, seeing the face of Sandra who flushed the former hand slap of Dadang, the husband.

"Thank God then..I'm sorry, Fatma. For failing to educate Dadang to be a good husband.."

Lastri stared at Dadang, appearing in his eyes if his son wanted to protest but Nurdin prevented him from making a sound .

" I'm sorry, too, Mom. Sandra was still too young, but bad luck hit her instead. He was an orphan from childhood, married also because of an arranged marriage. She was a victim of her previous husband's KDRT, so I panicked and was unable to hold back my emotions, when Dadang seemed to make her remember the trauma she experienced.." Fatma looked down, Sandra was the only child of her older sister who had died long ago, actually Fatma only knew if the sister left a daughter. All the stories that Fatma told Mak Salsa were those that Fatma got from Sandra's neighbor, the niece who was forced to live alone.

Lastri nibbled her lips between sad and astonished. If that's as sad as Sandra's story why her daughter-in-law behaved completely without adab ! Does Sandra not have any education at all ?

" Fatmas. Hearing your story honestly, I was touched and concerned. But, Sandra's behavior made me know, why she became a victim of KDRT, her former husband. She was a lazy woman and did not care at all about all the duties of the house, even my clothes were washing. Is it worth it ?

no offense Fatma, but can you advise ponkakkanmu a little. About the duties and duties of a wife. If I speak directly to him, afraid later he instead says I am dzolim in-law..!!"

Fatma stared fixedly at Mak Salsa, honestly she also did not feel at home when Sandra stayed at home even though only a few months. Fatma herself can judge if Sandra is not a dream wife because of her lazy nature, and anything must be reprimanded so that she wants to do , that too will be followed by a long dumelan from Sandra's mouth..

" Yes, Mom...!! I'll try nasehati. ." Fatma smiled.

And finally the crowd of neighbors slowly began to decrease because the spectacle was no longer exciting..

Meanwhile, now Salsa still hugs the shoulder of Sandra who had been crying so hard. Even so the scolding about Dadang the husband never broke up.

It was as if she was really tormented by their marriage.

" Yes It's San..Just ask for your divorce.. It's been a good wife to get slapped..." Ms. Uci voiced, pumping Sandra so hot, telling the ugliness of Dadang .

Sandra was even excited because she got such a word from Ms. Uci.

" Eehh. so.al.i-tu .I'm pregnant again, ma'am. How will my son's fate be.."

" just because you love your son, so you're asking for a divorce now. Later you even miscarried and your uterus was lifted like his former wife, the Siti.

You can stay here again with your aunt, really, I'm sure your daughter will be in full support. if you ask for a divorce.."

" A....I'm.."

Sandra stammered even more not knowing what to answer..

" Yes Ma'am. Better ask for a divorce . if it's uncomfortable. His mother rada judes, everything was even poured into mbak. I'm sorry, my beautiful sister-in-law is treated like that.."

Salsa's voice deliberately hardened the girl, making Sandra turn her head with a pale face. Why didn't he realize that from now on Dadang's sister was here. Salsa's words that seemed to sneer also made him more cornered and limp..