You're Changing, Mas
He Chose to Leave Home

There is no perfect person in this world. Each has its advantages and disadvantages. Therefore, men and women should be able to complement each other. But I've been tired of Gibran's behavior lately. However I tried to keep trusting him, but unfortunately I could not help my disappointment and heartache to him.

Sometimes emotions and anger make a person forget the actions he did, and how stupid the mistakes he made at that time.

I did my best, but it was free. Yes, because there is no point in maintaining a love that is not the same anymore. In Gibran's eyes it seems like I've been meaningless. True said my husband, I better get away from him. In this house I am no longer appreciated. Status alone as a wife but in fact I'm like an enemy to her.

"Are you sure you want to get out of here?" Mas Gibran pulled my hand as I passed him nonchalantly.

"Isn't this what you want, Mom? You want me out of your life, right? You've succeeded in making me sick and broken, Mas!" I brushed off Gibran's hand, my tears flowing back as I looked into his eyes.

Silent moment. I could see Gibran's eyes starting to turn red. Either he's holding back his anger or wants to cry I'm going to get out of his house. But it felt that it was impossible, because he had already turned into a cold and rude husband.

"Lake in!" exclaiming Gibran coded with his head anyway.

"You told me to get out of this house and now I'm leaving. Don't block me!"

"Let me get out of here" said Gibran.

"This is your home, not mine" I said.

"I SAID GO IN," press Gibran a little hard.

Mas Gibran immediately pulled my hand back as if asking me to go back into the room.

"I can't live alone in a house this big, I'm afraid. Let me go, "I'm stepping back to go.

But then Gibran immediately pulled my hand which this time he pulled me towards the room.

"Later my secretary will accompany you while here until the servant returns to this house again" Gibran explained.

Did I not hear wrong? Mas Gibran went all the way to call back the servant to this house. He also wanted to leave his own home. What's the matter with him? What he initially kicked me out of now he let Me live in his house. I'm sure Gibran's still sane. Is it possible that he wants to be a hero before we part? Or did he regret expelling me? Ah, it's unbelievable.

"I don't understand the way you think, ma'am. My silence does not mean letting you do as you please" I murmured softly.

As the head of the family, the husband should be a figure who is able to protect and guide the wife. But in fact, not a few husbands actually act the opposite. There are some husbands who are selfish and want to win alone. In addition, there is also a husband who hurt his wife, as sick as he was and as broken as it was.

Shortly after, an hour passed.

Tok tok tok tokk

"Mother Manda, it's me Goddess."

FLECKISH

"Come in Wi," I quickly pulled the hand of the Goddess into the room.

"Sir, what are you guys really doing? Why did Gibran tell me to come here, Ma'am?" ask the Goddess wonder.

"Mas Gibran is gone?" I asked the Goddess.

"Well, when I came earlier Gibran went straight to his car."

"Keep he said what?" many enthusiast.

"Is that all?" I asked as if I couldn't believe it.

"Yes" answered the Goddess.

I sighed and only resigned when indeed Gibran away from me, leaving this house. Maybe that was his decision.

"Sir, are you ok?" tanya Dewi woke up my daydream.

"Yes, good mom. Yes, I've been sleeping here until tomorrow morning, yes!" I said with a small smile.

Before going to bed, we told a lot of things. From the behavior and nature of the Gibran mas in the office told by the Goddess as my husband's secretary.

*******

In the morning I woke up and was about to go to the kitchen to make breakfast for me and the Goddess before she left for the office. But when I passed the table, I saw the dishes that were already up there. I was stunned by the cooking. I know that cuisine. Then I thought for a moment and went to the kitchen. And sure enough, there was already a waiter there. The waiter who used to do chores in this house.

"Auntie, when's Aunt coming?" manya curious.

"That's Ma'am, it was Mr. Gibran who picked up Auntie home, and then escorted her here to return to work again in this house," replied the waiter kindly.

"Mas Gibran is here?" I was a little surprised.

"Father left again, Mom."

"Keep, what did Gibran say to Auntie?" I was wondering, just in case Gibran gave me a message through this servant aunt.

"Emm .. nothing, ma'am. You just say keep the house with its contents, so it's aja ma'am," said the aunt with a voice that sounded stiff.

DUARR

"What's? Take care of the house with it? She thinks I'm what? Home display, is that it?" I'm really upset with Gibran's mas. Early in the morning, my mood was bad. The husband is not human, I thought.

The tongue is very small and light. But it can lift you to the highest degree and can drop you to the lowest degree.

Aunty looked down, she felt bad for me because of what she said just now, but it was not her fault at all, but Gibran whose brain was making a mistake.

"I'm sorry Auntie, Mom. I shouldn't have answered that."

"Leave it, Bi. If Aunt answers another means Aunt lied dong. I also don't know what Gibran really said" I tried to calm down.

"Yes, sorry, ma'am."

"It's okay, Bi. Yes, I went upstairs to call the Goddess down for breakfast."

I also stepped into my room while cursing at Gibran.

"Based on Gibran, what do you think I am? This whole house is not only a piece of furniture, but also a human being, I am his wife. It's just as good as me with all the household. How dare you speak behind the same aunt waiter, dare not say in front of me. Just watch him when you meet. Arghh, I'm kesel, keselllll, same as Gibran!" My murmurs were incessantly babbling.

My silence as a wife does not mean letting you do more harm to me and all you want, I really do not understand your way of mind, my husband.