My Husband's
Unaccepting

"You don't lie, yeah. A little boy lied." Not accepting, Mala also scolded Dinda right in front of me.

Which mother would be willing if her child was scolded by someone else? Obviously I don't accept all this. Just because I've been quiet ever since, can she do what she wants?

"Mom, don't scold my son. I don't have the right to do that, let alone not knowing whether Dinda is lying or not." I glanced at Mala.

"Heh, Ana, your stepdaughter is clearly lying. He slandered my son. Where could Mita be like that! Small and small, I've been slandering people." Mala clasped her chest while raising a cynical look.

"Where do you know that Dinda's lying? We haven't heard your son's testimony!" I pointed at Mala's face.

"What you! Don't point at my face!" Mala brushed my hand out of her presence. Of course our debate was the center of attention there.

Some mothers who were waiting for their children to come out also looked at us with astonished looks. They whispered about us too. However, I could see their cynical gazes fixed on Mala.

"Mom, no, Ma'am, istighfar. It is not good to fight in front of the children" said Hafizah who tried to calm us down.

"Yes, I know for myself that she cornered my son. And after it was discovered that his son bullied, he did not even accept and said that my son lied! Mother will not be emotional if her child is accused like that!" I also raised my glare at Hafizah. He tried to break us up, but he got sprayed too.

"Udah, ma'am, don't do that, ah. Not good with the others. You are the center of attention here, you know," continued Novi who also got a sharp gaze from Mala.

"You don't want your child to be called a bully!"

"Mamaaaaa." Finally, Mala's son named Mita came while running with other friends.

"Ma, Dinda's time came out first" he said as he glanced at Dinda.

"Surely because he's naughty so go home first!" cibir Mala was still staring intently at me.

"No, Aunt. Dinda came home first because she managed to answer the question correctly," said another child who was in class with Dinda.

His name is Randi.

"Mita, Aunt. He likes to grab Dinda's food and get dropped to the floor. She also likes to push Dinda around."

"Well, you're horrified, right? Your son is wrong!" I looked at Mala cynically.

"Well, could he be at the same provocation as Dinda! Where could Mita be like that!" Uh, Mala's still standing up for her son who's clearly proven guilty.

"Okay, then I'll ask your son directly." I turned to Mita who was trying to reach Dinda who was inching backwards.

"Mita, what do you want?"

"Eh, no, Auntie. Mita just wants to hold Dinda's cheek. She said Dinda's cheeks were cute. Mita wants to pinch her cheek so it's not cute anymore." Mita again tried to reach Dinda's cheek.

"Eh, don't be reckless, Mita. How do you like that?" I growled while pulling Dinda away from him.

"Mala's mother, teach her son don't like that. How can I serem ya see a child who is still a child has a taste."

Novi was also uncomfortable to see the behavior of Mita.

"The names are also children." Jesus, he can still defend his son.

"Mita, why do you like to disturb Dinda? Fall down her food and push her?"

This is the question that I wanted to say.

"Yes because Dinda is a bitch! He is the most excellent in class. Mama said if there is someone superior, Mita must disturb him until he is knocked!"

Mita's reply surprised us all.