You're Changing, Mas
Half of the usual
Today, Gibran always comes home on time and eats the dishes I make without any seafood at the dinner table. But the difference is still the same I feel, which is that we don't talk to each other. Every time I ask or tell a story, Gibran did not respond at all. I was not considered by him. My words are like the wind.
Communication is one of the most important foundations of life, will bring a peaceful, comfortable, and safe life to all parties involved. Especially with the establishment of communication relationships with anyone, friendship will also be maintained in harmony.
In domestic relations, communication is certainly the capital of family life. Husband and wife must be able to have a good communication pattern for the sake of maintaining household harmony. However, in reality when the husband and wife are fighting. Not infrequently they follow their ego by not communicating with each other, this condition is very risky to cause division in the household.
Every time we finished dinner, Gibran went straight away, sometimes watching TV in the living room, sometimes even going straight into the room. His attitude has always been like that for these 3 months. I was next to her, but she didn't seem to notice.
Then why would I be around him if I was ignored? If you do not love me, why must you survive in such a bad situation? Is it because I am the One who became the Duck? Should I start to end this relationship? Everything I do not understand, until I am willing my heart is always hurt by it.
"Mas, how long have you kept me quiet like this? What's my fault that you've always shied away from me, Mom?" I asked to vent, when Gibran changed his nightgown.
Silence, there is no answer from Gibran. Just glancing no, how would he answer my questions, even hearing my voice like he was not willing.
"Mas, please don't act like someone I don't know" said I, who approached him this time.
Instead of answering, Mas Gibran instead walked open the door of the room. He doesn't care what I say.
"You've changed, Mom!" I said out loud so that Gibran would hear. Thankful if he responds.
But it's a big zero. Gibran still did not speak of me.
I cried seeing the departure of Gibran who left me alone in the room. Looks like Gibran's mas moved to sleep in the guest room. Which wife wants to sleep alone or without the husband? As a wife, it feels very happy to be able to sleep side by side with the husband. Having a sakinah family, mawadah, warahmah must be a dream of every married couple.
Not only happy physically or physically, but also happy psychically and internally. Of course, it all must be fought for and nurtured alias can not be present just like that. One way to keep it is always present when needed by a partner.
But unfortunately different from me, tonight I feel lonely, lonely and alone in the bed that I and Gibran used to share warmth, first.
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"Mas, the food supply is almost gone. Can I have some shopping money now? I'm going to the supermarket later" I asked Gibran before he left for the office this morning.
"Let me go to the supermarket to buy groceries" she replied coldly.
"I'm coming, yeah Mas!" I offered myself.
"No need!" exclaim mas Gibran.
I got a little upset and put my lips together. My husband is so sorry, I'm mad at him.
Not usually Gibran late to give me monthly money. Whether she forgets or pretends to forget, I just wish unintentionally by mas Gibran to shirk his responsibilities to me as a wife.
I looked at Gibran, who was wiping his mouth with a tissue. Gibran did not respond to my words. Gibran as usual, just shut up. Then he immediately picked up his phone and typed something in there.
TINGGG
Shortly thereafter, a notification came in on my phone. I looked at it and opened the notification. Turns out Gibran transferred the money to me. But I was shocked and stared at. Either I'm wrong or my eyes are troubled. The amount of money Gibran gave me was not as big as he gave the usual amount of money in the previous months.
"Well, why is the money you love so much? half of what you used to give me?" I'm surprised, I don't know why Gibran did such a thing. He forgot or was intentional.
"Why would I love that money? Any problem? Not grateful to complain!" ketus mas Gibran.
"I don't care if you give me this kind of money. But where is the rest of the money? And for what, Mom? At least I should know dong. Not to interrogate, but I'm supposed to know, Mom."
"Many more questions. From now on your monthly money is just that, understand!" Gibran got up from his seat. He was about to step away.
"Mas, be honest with me. Why do you give me half the money you normally would? I'm just wondering" I intercepted Gibran's mas in front of him.
"Yes, it's up to me. The one who works for me, who has the company is also me, so it's up to me to give you any money I want, UNDERSTAND!!!" bengpak mas Gibran at the end he said full of emphasis. I was shocked by her surprise.
Gibran continued his move. I really can't accept that Gibran didn't answer my question correctly. I'm sure there must be something hidden from my husband to me.
"YOU'RE CHEATING, MAS?" I screamed before Gibran passed the door.
As Gibran stopped his steps, he turned towards me.
"Are you crazy? Cheated on? You're accusing me of cheating, huh? If you don't like the money I love, don't just accuse anyone of not knowing!" gibran said with annoyance, his eyes glaring sharply at me.
"Because your reasons don't make sense, ma'am. If not cheating, then why my monthly money you cut in half, huh? Where is the half money? Who did you give it to? What are you wearing, huh?"
"AMANDA ENOUGH!!" yelling Gibran echoed, he seemed to be holding back anger.
"Don't start a debate with me while I can still hold it for you, otherwise .. I could just finish you off!" Said Gibran threatening. Just this time my husband said something inappropriate to a wife.
"Astaghfirullahal. You have the heart, Mas .. hiks..hiks."
I can only cry. Gibran this time was already beyond his limits. He began to dare to say rude, let alone threaten about my life to finish me off. So, would Gibran dare to commit his cruelty to me if I remained in the truth?
