You're Changing, Mas
A Wife is not a Helper

Building a household is not as easy as turning the palm of the hand. There are a lot of big responsibilities to bear. Husband and wife have their own duties and rights. If just one of them is violated, it can shake the housewife. There are times when various tests and trials come to the head. Such as fatigue, boredom, differences in principles, and many more.

When establishing a relationship, of course, it is necessary to give each other support, strengthen, and comfort each other. To maintain household harmony, there is something that can be done by married couples.

One that can be used to add harmony in the household is by doing activities together and facing all family tests with love. A great compassion will be able to keep everything beautiful. But what if the attitude or behavior of one of the couples changes and makes you disappointed?

This morning I woke up bad. After bathing and dressing neatly, I went downstairs to meet Gibran in the dining room. Tumben, Gibran was sitting quietly in a chair while playing his phone. I don't know what he did with his phone. But there was one thing that made me awkward, like there was something lacking, that breakfast was not yet on the breakfast table that morning. Coffee was not seen in front of my husband.

I was confused, then I walked into the kitchen looking for the waiter who used to make breakfast. Strange, though every day the waiters never late to serve breakfast. And now it's 7 and there's still no breakfast at the table.

"Auntie, why isn't there breakfast at the table? Aunt ... Aunty...!" I went into the kitchen, but there was no one there.

Then I decided to find a waiter in his private room. Maybe the waiter's still asleep.

Tok tok tok tokk

"Auntie's inside?" there was no sound from the room.

I opened the door of the room which was unlocked, but there was no one there. Then where's the servant aunt?

Then I decided to look for the other waiter in charge of cleaning the house, but the waiter was also absent. There was nothing in his room either. But to my astonishment, why was the whole room of the servants I came to so neatly, like there was no sign of life in their room.

"Are the servants going to the market? Though the stock of groceries is still a lot in the refrigerator," I murmured began to be confused.

Then I walked over to Gibran. My husband still plays his phone. Intentions want to make breakfast with bread, but I'm afraid that Gibran refused it like the day before. So I decided to ask her about the servant aunt at home.

"The waiter in this house is going to the market, huh Mas?" I asked Gibran.

"There are no more servants in this house" said Gibran with a glance at me.

"Well, she meant?" I'm still confused.

"FROM TODAY, THERE ARE NO MORE SERVANTS WORKING HERE IN THIS HOUSE" Gibran said, staring at me.

"Huh, all the waiters? Wh why? Did our waitress come home because her parents were sick? Or is our waiter taking a vacation with his family?" many enthusiast. Strange, because all the servants no one told me anything.

"All the servants I've rested at home, aka I'M FIRED. So don't ask me anything more about the waitress in this house," explained Gibran, who looked at me coldly this time.

I was surprised, why so fast. Was there any fault of the servants that Gibran fired them? Though the servants in the house did not do much, instead they often comforted me when I was sad and depressed.

"Why is that, my mom? What was our waiter's fault that you fired them?" my question is not to accept.

"If there were no servants in this house, who would.

"Yes you are! You take care of everything in this house. It's not that you yourself want to work, so it's your duty as a wife" insisted Gibran, very tired of me.

I was silent for a moment, I felt weak for a moment. It is true what my husband said. As a wife, you can take care of the house. But what if I'm alone who takes care of a house as big and grand as this. I don't think I'm strong.

"These houses are vast, Mas. How do I clean it?" I became nervous.

"Where do I know. You who are women should know better than me dong," said mas Gibran lightly.

"You have heart, Mas. You yourself chose a house this big, promised to hire servants here and make me the queen of this house, but where is the evidence?" I don't accept, I feel lied to by my own husband.

It is true that the truth is only in the sky, while the world is only false and false. Sometimes we create our own hurt through expectation. But expectations that are too high cause pain in the heart itself. It is not easy to believe in promises.

I never mind cooking for my husband, but if taking care of a house as big and as big as the houses of the rich, not to mention the yard is also quite spacious, how could I be able to take care of the house alone without the help of the servants, at least two servants.

"Yes, I changed my mind. I'm afraid that if you're bored at home, no work, you'll come to my office and interrupt me to work there," say to Gibran for reasons that make my heart hurt.

DEG

So that's why Gibran fired the waiter at home. For fear of me following him to the office and getting him distracted? Though all this time I helped him in the office if his work piled up. Is that what you call disturbing? Doesn't make any sense at all. I hate Gibran now. His attitude and behavior made me sick.

"It's so bad your way of mind, Mas!" weak say.

"What's wrong with me giving you a job in this house so you don't get bored. Every month I give you money, right!"

"Jeez, Mas .. I'm your wife. It's your duty to give me a living. It's not that you're making me a maid in our house. Have you not given me money all this time?" my protest was very unacceptable, Gibran said as if he insulted me.

"That's it .. I'm gone, later late to the office!" He switched the conversation and walked away without answering any questions from me.

It really hurts the words of the husband who considers if the wife is the same as a maid. Work at home and the results will earn money. As if he was the one who worked outside and assumed his wife in the house. Not all wives are like that.

I stopped working on my own will, so why is he now counting once to me. I really don't accept his treatment.

"You've really changed, Mom. Outrageous of you, hiks..hiks," my tears filled with tears.

Marriage is a shared commitment to love without conditions or expiration dates. Marriage is like seeing a leaf fall in the fall, changing every day.