My Husband's
Accident

My car's speed is getting faster. Until without me knowing I was already on the streets deserted. I don't care about the narrow and small road. My heart and mind are overwhelmed with burning emotions.

But suddenly, I didn't realize a car was coming from the opposite direction. I was shocked and then slammed the steering wheel to the left and Brakkk. My car hit a big tree. Lucky I had time to brake so that my car did not hit the tree too strong and I still survived. I only had a small injury in my head.

I opened the car door and staggered while holding my injured head. The impact made my head dizzy.

Someone came up to me and asked me how I was. "Mr? Are you all right?"

He was a man. With a neat suit and a handsome face . If observed, he was like a company boss.

"It's okay, Mom," I replied.

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

"No, this is not your fault. It's my fault for not paying too much attention to the road."

"Mister, you're hurt. Let me take you to the hospital. Later your car I call a workshop person," bargained the man.

"No need to mas. I can do it myself." I subtly refuse.

"This road is empty. There will be no taxi through. I promise I won't do anything. I just want to help."

The man was forcing. But I didn't see anything suspicious about him. I nodded slowly.

We also went to the nearest clinic. I don't want to go to the hospital. Lukaku is not too bad.

After treatment, I went out to see the man. "Thank you. Now I'm being treated. You can go home" I said.

"Yes, I'm anterine, yes" he said.

"No, I can go home by myself. It's not good to see people, either" I refused.

"Yes already. Here's the address of your auto repair shop." hand over a paper containing the address of the auto repair shop. "Oh yes my name is Fandi." The man extended his hand.

"I'm Ana." I returned his handshake.

After that he left. I walked down the hospital corridor. I stopped the taxi and went home.

Arriving at home, I saw Hadi's car was already at home. I walked slowly into the house.

"Where are you?"

Mas Hadi's voice sounded not far from my standing position.

"I.out of the accident, Mas. You don't see my head in a bandage?"

Mas Hadi looked at my head. "How about the car?"

"In the workshop, Mas."

"You are how the hell. The idea is to make people lose. You know the price of the car is expensive. But you're broken. Now I'm losing a lot. Dinda's hospital fee, car, it's all because of you. It is not useful to be a wife! Nyusahin doang. If you know gini from a long time ago you I just live!" Mas Hadi spoke with emotion.

"Mas, how can you say that. So the car is more important than me? I'm hurt!"

"That little wound of yours is nothing compared to the loss I suffered! You fucking wife of a bitch!"

Deg, what's he saying? Damn bearer's wife? Once he said that.

"Your work, Mas. Where do you promise to love me?"

"Love? I will still love you if you don't always make misfortune in this house. You imitate Sinta. He can give me a son, he works, he's beautiful, not like you. Look at you I have no taste. Kitchen smell, sweat, uneducated, barren again. So disgust me as you!" Mas Hadi looked at me with a look of disdain.

"Enough, mom! I am not strong anymore! We better get divorced!" yell at him.

"Oh divorce? Okay fine! We're divorced. Now you're out of this house! You don't know yourself, you fucking carrier, barren!" Mas Hadi shouted back at me with a look of hatred.

I went to my room and took all my clothes and put them in my suitcase. While crying, I picked up all my belongings. When I was ready, I dragged my suitcase to the outside door.

Mas Hadi was still standing in his place. Just as I was about to step out of the main door, Mas Hadi called out to me.

"What's wrong?" my many.

"I want to make sure you don't steal valuables in this house."

"Please check my suitcase so you know that I don't have to bring your precious things."

Mas Hadi checked my suitcase and saw that none of his precious things I was carrying.

"Where are your wallets, ATMs, credit cards, and Hp?"

"Don't you think I'll take it all. You check out the nightstand drawer. When I'm done, I'm leaving."

"Yes already. But remember. Don't ever think I'm going to see you and don't hinder our divorce trial!"

I looked at him with a look of disbelief. He might think I'm begging him. I tried to hold back my tears from spilling.

"Tell me my apologies to Dinda."

"You finally confessed!"

"Tell him I'm sorry for not being able to save him from parents as bad as you guys!"

With a slow step I left Mas Hadi who looked very angry because of my words earlier. I heard him still yelling at me. You poor, ignorant, barren, pesky carrier, date-bearer, promising. All of those words I can still hear in the middle of my increasingly distant steps. My tears are starting to fall. Keep me down. My heart is very sick, seeing the treatment of Mas Hadi to me. He insulted me completely after the service I had given the field all this time. Maybe this is my destiny. A widow's life and a piece of kara. Family doesn't have, especially brothers. I think I'll be living from today.