My Husband's
Happy End

All eyes were on Mala who also looked surprised.

"Oh, so that's how you educate your son?" I said half glared.

"No shame, yes, Ms. Mala, the wrong child because of her upbringing, is now insistent." Novi also scolded him.

"Astaghfirullah, it's mothers, don't fight. Bu Mala better apologize to Ms. Ana because Bu Mala's son has made her son Bu Ana traumatized like that. This can be reported, Mom. You're not scared?" said Hafizah trying to persuade Mala to apologize to me.

"Currently, I'm not sorry about him." Mala even threw away her face as if she hated me so much.

"Is it because I'm the wife of an ex-boyfriend you broke up with because of poverty? You're mad that I'm his wife when he's rich?" I also took out my uneg-uneg. Let everyone know who he is.

"Duh, Miss Mala, so Miss Mala is Papa Dinda's ex. Geez, the pantes are like really sewot same Miss Ana. Yes, obviously Papa Dinda dong mendih Bu Ana. He's way above Miss Mala. Geez, if I were Miss Ana, I would be ashamed" Novi said. Makes me very happy. Especially when looking at Mala's annoyed expression.

"Please let your son not disturb my son!" hisisku sharp.

"Here, stepson, just wear it!"

"Here you are, it's hard to say the same kind of a pretentious person! You hypocrite!" With such hurtful words, Mala went to take her son. Strange, instead of apologizing, just walk away with her swearing.

I took a long breath. Trying to neutralize my current emotions. I've never fought with anyone like this.

And since that incident, I heard Mala moved her son to another school. Not because of the quarrel at that time, but his son who was very naughty. Dinda's friends got to the hospital because Mitha pushed him while playing until his head was bleeding due to a stone. Actually, it can be forgiven. But Mala chose to move because many children were away from Mitha to make her have no friends. That's what Dinda and the mothers I met when I picked up Dinda.

I am also four months pregnant. Makes Mas Fandi and Dinda happy because we will soon be the presence of new members.

A few years later, Dinda's age was enough to receive this news. Me and Mas Fandi also told that Sinta, her birth mother is dead. At first he was shocked, however, long ago he finally understood and accepted everything.

We also made a pilgrimage to Sinta's hometown. Accompanying Dinda spilled all her sadness on the tomb that had been built ceramic.

After that, we returned to live in the city quietly because there was nothing we kept from Dinda anymore. With the child I gave birth to a few years ago. He's a male sex. His name is Daren, seven years after the age of Dinda. She loves Daren very much despite her mother's differences. And for sure, my love for her won't change. We remain a whole family. Love one another and complete each other until death do us part. May our family always be given happiness until death.

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