You're Changing, Mas
Like the Mutant Man

Astaghfirullahal'adzim, so easily did Gibran throw bad words that he should not have said to me. Moreover, those words were only the first time he had spoken to me. Mas Gibran has gone too far. He could no longer distinguish between right and wrong. His heart was already dark, not knowing which were good and bad.

This problem can happen to anyone, but generally women are the ones who are often victims. Such behavior in the household is a very bad thing and is prohibited. Because, this not only threatens family harmony but also causes a lot of harm to one party.

It should be a couple who have built a household, respect and protect each other, not even hurt. A husband should speak kindly and gently to his wife. Avoid harsh words, avoid berating maki, because it will hurt the wife.

But why is it that even Gibran so easily said he was rude and even scolded me all out? My heart really hurts.

The next morning, right where Mas Gibran was going to the office, that's when Mama Seina was going home. If my in-laws stayed in this house longer, then Gibran would treat me very well in front of his mother even if only theatrical.

"Mama go home first, Manda. Be careful, especially if you are alone at home, there are no more servants here, "mama Seina gently said.

"Yes, Mama is also careful, yes," said I who then greeted Mama Seina's hand.

"Come on Gibran" said my mother.

"Yes Ma" said Gibran, and he approached me.

Mas Gibran also thrust his hand at me, instead of so I regret it so that Mama Seina does not suspect our relationship.

"I'll go first, honey. Be careful, do not accept strangers into the house yes," said mas Gibran gave a message, not forgetting he gave a sweet smile to me. Either the message was true from his heart or just a pretense. I don't expect much, because I'm afraid I'm disappointed again.

CUPS

Mas Gibran unmitigatedly kissed my forehead before leaving for work as usual when we were still happy.

"Yes," I smiled a little when I got such treatment.

If only our relationship was as harmonious as it used to be, then I would get the warm kiss that Gibran always gives every day.

I waited for the car that Gibran was riding and Seina's mom to disappear from my sight. This is proof of my loyalty and respect for Gibran and his parents. But Gibran did not understand that.

Evening came, I deliberately did not cook food today. Besides my heart still hurting from Gibran's treatment last night to me, I don't want all the food I've cooked to be in vain. Afraid that Gibran would come home late and he would reason to have eaten outside.

"Duh, it's only at 9pm that my body is goosebumps, alone again. Calm Manda, do not be afraid, the ghost does not exist," my hair creeps because the atmosphere in the house is so quiet and silent. I was staring at the wall clock hoping Gibran would come home soon.

Honestly, I am very afraid if alone at home, not just at night, even during the day I feel afraid when alone in a house as big as this sultan's house. Not only afraid of ghosts, but guests are not invited.

I ran to the room and locked the door after making sure the middle and kitchen lights were off, only the headlights were on.

BRAKKK

STUNTMAN

"What's that sound?" I was shocked, the longer the strange sound grew more terrifying.

GUBRAKKS

"Geez, what's that noise? Don't-don't maling or .. no, there's no way a ghost can fall things?" I called Gibran's number right away, but it's not really active.

Then, I slowly opened the door of the room then walked down to sneak while looking for the source of the sound. I continued walking towards the kitchen and took a broom there. The voice was getting clearer. There is someone who is looking for something in the closet above the kitchen. I don't know who, because the lights are still dark.

BUKKK

BUKKK

BUKKK

"PLEASE ... PLEASE ... THERE'S MALING. PLEASEGGG...! Hempt ... release it, release me! HELPGGG!" I screamed after I hit the guy, but my mouth was suddenly smothered by him.

"Ssttt DIAMMM .. You can wake people in this complex know not!" press it, then he releases the clot in my mouth.

"Ma-mas Gibran, what are you doing here like a thief?" I was shocked and scared to hit.

"Where is there a burrow in your own house, you are crazy or have no brain, huh? All the lights inside you turn off, so I'm having a hard time reaching the light switch know no!" Mas Gibran looked very upset at me, he scolded me and said I was crazy, very sad.

"Sorry Mas, I did it because I was afraid to be home alone" I said in a soft tone.

"Halahhh, just excuse yourself!" Mas Gibran slowly searched for a light switch using a flashlight on his phone.

"Why did Mas keep opening the closet up there?" tanyaku pointed towards the top cupboard that usually stored some food in it.

"I'm a laper, let's get dinner for me!" Gibran walked into the dining room and sat in a chair.

I'm surprised not to play, because I don't cook at all. For a moment I was silent not responding to Gibran's orders.

"Gapain bengong there, quickly prepare the food!" Tell Gibran to snap.

"That's Mas, I-I didn't cook today," I said very nervously.

"What's? So why don't you cook at home, huh? Sleep, watch TV, keep playing cell phones all day, huh? What do you eat if you don't cook?" gibran's screams echoed around the room.

Very clever now that Gibran insulted me. What does he consider me to be? It is natural for a wife to do her activities at home at will for those who do not work like me, but as long as they do not violate the rules. After all, I never squandered my husband's money. If this is better I work outside to make my own money than I am at home, there will only get a bad sneer from someone.

"I-I thought Gibran came home late and wouldn't eat at home, so I ordered food for myself online," I was afraid of the look on Gibran's face, whose face was red, holding his anger.

"Owh, good yeah. Can bankrupt me if you order food outside. Lose me, I'll run out of my money!" said it.

I looked into Gibran's eyes very deeply. This is how my real husband is or indeed I do not know his true nature which he has been hiding all this time. To my heart, Gibran's words hurt my heart and my feelings.

"Astaghfirullahal'adzim, your calculations are with me, Mas. You won't fall poor just because I bought a little food, Mas!" I said with a trembling tone, laboriously I held back the cry.

"Ssttt already, it's enough not to talk a lot. Anyway I don't want to know, another hour of food should be ready at this table. I'm going to take a shower and change my clothes first" Titah Mas Gibran pointed her hand at the table where she used to eat.

I have not yet answered his words, Gibran instead left me just like that. He walked leisurely into the room. It feels like my heart is.