You're Changing, Mas
Turns Out Theatrical

I didn't stop smiling at Gibran as he stared intensely at me. There were sad eyes and longing in my husband's eyes. I'm sensing. I'm pretty sure, those are the eyes of her longing for me. The eyes that once gave me sincerity and honesty when he expressed how much he loved me. And right now, I really hope that Gibran says that he misses me so much and regrets that he made me leave home. Would he say something like that?

"Lake in!" exclaim Gibran with a cold tone.

Suddenly the look on my face that had been a smile now turned flat. The smile I gave her faded away instantly. There was no reply to a warm smile from Mas Gibran for me at all.

"Let's get in!" said ketus.

In fact, Gibran has not changed, his behavior is still the same as yesterday, cold and his facial expression is fierce. I'm so sad.

"Gibran, is that Amanda? Has he gone home?" ask a woman I know very well. Yes, she is Seina's mother. Mama mas Gibran aka my mother-in-law.

My eyes were immediately fixed on the face of Mama Seina who looked youthful at her age of 50 years.

"Mama," I smiled and approached her and kissed her hand.

"Amanda, how are you, baby? Mama is very much with you. You haven't been playing at Mama's house with Gibran for a long time" Seina's mom hugged me. I felt the warmth from him.

"The news is good, Ma. Mom, when did you come here? Sorry Amanda came home last night, Ma!"

"Yes, I know from Gibran. He said you look at your friend who is sick again," said Mama Seina who made me confused plus shocked. I smiled clumsyly.

I turned to look at Gibran as if asking for an explanation. But Gibran instead turned to another conversation.

"Emm .. Yeah we better get in. Honey, come ... Mama has been waiting for you to have dinner together," said Mas Gibran gently, he also called me with the call 'honey' this time.

I don't think about Gibran's way of thinking. He could have performed his skit in front of mom as if our relationship was fine. Though I was hoping that the message from my husband was from him himself, apparently he told me to go home because there was a mother Seina who came to our house. It's smart that he cheats. Here I feel tremendous pain.

"Darling, what are you waiting for. Come on, I've ordered your favorite food as well," Gibran put his arm around my shoulder, and he asked me to follow him.

"I-iya Mas," I replied with a forced smile in front of Mama Seina.

If there was no Seina mama, I would have played this kind of charade with my own husband. I was forced to follow Gibran's game with annoyance, anger and hurt.

"You've been married for a year, haven't you had any signs of getting pregnant, Amanda?" asked Mama Seina on the sidelines to eat her.

"Emm .. not yet Ma," I replied nervously.

"Have you checked with the doctor?" ask mama again.

I stared at Gibran as if making him to answer Mama Seina's question.

"Later Ma, the plan was that we would try the pregnancy program," said Gibran to my surprise.

Either the words are the truth or just an excuse to make Mama Seina feel happy.

"Good dong, Mama agrees with your idea. Mama wishes you all the best. Mama can't wait to hold on to her grandchild" Mama Seina smiled broadly.

After dinner, we continued to watch TV in the living room, because tonight Mama Seina will be staying at our house. Warmth was created when we gathered together.

I saw the happiness and sincere smile of Gibran. We sat next to each other on the sofa facing the TV. He also could not help but embrace my shoulders and occasionally stroked my hair like the daily habits of the two of us. His words were so incredible that I thought there was no problem between us.

"Try you guys for your honeymoon. You also take Amanda overseas on vacation, leave from your old job, Gibran!" mama Seina said making the atmosphere awkward between us.

"Emm .. Yes, Gibran also has plans anyway Ma. At least next month if the office business can be loose Gibran to Gibran's confidants," replied Gibran look calm and reassuring.

"Where is the honeymoon going?" mama Seina was so curious.

"To Paris, Ma!" mas Gibran said as convincing.

Oops, I'm even more surprised to hear that. My husband is very good at acting, making me more excited. So I pretended to help her by making sweeteners in addition.

"Truly Mas?" I asked Gibran directly.

Yeah actually I really hope. Moreover, Paris is a country that I would love to visit.

"Yes, honey. Didn't you want to go there? That's why we'll have a honeymoon and a vacation there" Gibran looked at me as if there was truth in his eyes. He kissed my head gently even in front of Mama Seina.

Cih, I'm so sick of Gibran's behavior right now. I want to feel like I'm pulling her hair.

But on the other hand I purposely hugged Gibran mas just like that. Honestly, I miss the caring and romantic treatment of Gibran mas like this. If I may ask, then I will ask that Mama Seina stay in this house, that I and Mas Gibran always have the warmth and happiness that is now.

At 10 pm, we entered the room with a play of Gibran mas which was still a friendly scene after we were in front of the door of our room both.

After that, the atmosphere in the room returned gloomy with the attitude of Gibran who immediately let go of his hand from me. He doesn't think I'm near him. Without saying good night and a warm kiss, Gibran went up to the bed and slept his back to me.

"Mas, can we grant your mother's request for her to have a grandchild? We haven't done it in a long time, Mom. I want our relationship to be as harmonious as it used to be," nervously and shamelessly, I hugged Gibran from behind, hoping for a good response from him.

In the fifth second, Gibran slowly changed his position to face me. She looked me in the eye with deep meaning, I know it was her longing for me. He stroked my head, my cheeks and my lips gently, and then in his kiss a glimpse of my lips. After that Gibran gave me a sweet smile. I am happy to return that smile.

"I miss your affection like this, Mom. Please don't ever turn into a husband I don't know. I love you, Mas!" I hugged Gibran and left my head in his chest.

Slowly Gibran's hand squeezed my hair, and in the next second the longer the squeeze became more and more strange. Over time the squeeze became a strong enough pull I felt. It hurts, it hurts so much.

"What is this thing called compassion? What's like this, huh? Answer?" This time Gibran pulled my hair very tight, as if he was venting his anger at me.

"Awww, it hurts Mas. Please stop!" I complained of pain, whining softly.

"From now on, don't ever flirt or wish more on me. Cause I'll never be so kind to you again, okay?" Grossly, Gibran pulled his hand out of my hair.

Instantly I felt dizzy.

"Bad you, Mas. Why are you this bad as me, Mom? Hiks..hiks..hiks," I said with a cry.

"It's all because of you! Because of you, you know!" Press it with very sharp eyes.

"What's my fault? What did Mas, say?" I asked as if it was forcing.

"Many, one of them you made me turn into the bad guy I am today, you know!"

"What do you mean, Mom?" I just don't stop crying.

"Ssttt has, already, mending you diem deh, do not cry constantly, dizzy I cry," snapped Gibran while covering his ears with both hands.

Mas Gibran instead smiled mockingly, there was no sense of regret at all. He stayed away from me by sleeping on the couch.

"Hiks..hiks...hiks...!"

"I said stop crying! You're deaf or something, huh!"

Mas Gibran yelled at me violently, telling me at will, making me startle and instantly I stopped crying.