Part 4

"Here's the rag, sir." Tuti immediately handed him a tissue that was taken from the table. Even though the table was in front of me and the distance was closer. 

But I still sat back and this time crossed my legs. "Thank you, Tut," said Feri, accepting the tissue. "What are you doing, sir?" 

"My hands are slippery, Sar." "Guess you're surprised to hear what I said." "Then excuse me to my room first, Ma'am, Mas," said Tuti as if avoiding. "Wait, Tut!" "Yes, Mom?" said Tuti turning around. "Is this the coffee you made?" for husband," replied Tuti, glancing at Feri. "You know my husband likes coffee." 

Tuti and Feri's faces immediately looked tense again. As if seeing the reactions on their faces was enough, then take action. Tonight I want to act a little "Um, it's not like that, Ma'am, because Ms Sarah likes coffee, surely Mas Feri will also like it, that's just my opinion," replied Tuti looking for an excuse. 

She was also smart with her tongue. "You're home, Fer?" Mother-in-law appeared from the bedroom door. .

"Yes, ma'am, what time do you come?" "It's late, you know, why are your pants wet?" Mother looked at Feri's pants. "Coffee spilled, mom." "Tuti, prepare warm water for Feri's bath," said the mother to Tuti. 

"Okay, mom," replied Tuti between smiles, nodding. "Mother! Did you forget that Feri's wife is me, not Tuti," I said and stood up. Tuti immediately stopped walking. "I brought Tuti to this house to ease your work, Sar." "I don't know if our bathroom is in the room, it's impossible for Tuti to come into my room."

"Oh, yes yes," replied the mother. "Tuti, let Sarah do it, you rarely sleep." "Fine, ma'am." Then Tuti went into the guest room. 

"Why have not you fallen asleep yet?" Mas Feri asked after getting out of the bathroom. "You haven't slept yet, how about I want to sleep first, Mas," I replied, playing with my cellphone while lying down.

"Just go to sleep, I'm still not sleepy." Don't think I don't know what you mean. Definitely want to go to your new wife's room. "Please rub my back, Mas, when I was pregnant with Naswa, you put me to sleep like that." 

"But Mas is tired, Sar," answered Mas Feri while wearing his pajamas. "Well, even though I miss you, Mas, you've been very busy lately." "For the sake of my dear wife, I will do it." I turned my back to Feri. 

Then he rubbed my back. After a while, I closed my eyes pretending to sleep. However, the swaying mattress indicated that Feri wanted to move. His hands no longer feel on my back. 

He must have thought I was asleep and wanted to go to Tuti's room. "Honey!" call me. In the end he didn't move. ... "Yes, Mas is here, Sar," he replied, rubbing my back again. 

Not long after, I seemed to fall asleep, then he wanted to move again. "Honey..." His intention failed when I called again. And in the end, he fell asleep. I managed to thwart the night with Tuti.

I looked at Feri's face. He fell asleep with a small snoring. And the image of the marriage agreement when he married Tuti, left a heartache that exploded violently in his feelings and left no gaps. 

Plaque! Plaque! 

I slapped Feri twice, who was fast asleep. It felt like tearing his face out of recognition. 

Ugh! Plaque! Ugh! 

And as soon as I punched, I grabbed his hair and slapped him again in anger. "Ouch!" Mr. Feri woke up. I quickly closed my eyes before he saw me. "What are you doing, Sar?" asked Mr. Feri. "I want to kill you! Just die you!" I shouted with my eyes closed. "Sarah! Did you dream?" Plaque! Finally one more slap managed to fly across his cheek. "It hurts, Sarah!" My hand is held.

"You husband doesn't know how to profit! You think you can play me! I'll kill you!" "Sarah! Wake up Sarah!" I lightly tapped my cheek, as if to wake a sleeping person. "Get out of my house!" I pulled my hand away. I did it. "Ugh!" Quickly one of my fists flew to Feri's nose. "Ouch! It hurts, Sarah!" My hand was held again. 

But this time it was stronger. "Wake up, Sar, you are dreaming." "Shut up!" I snapped. "Wake up Sarah! SARAH!" I open my eyes. 

"Astagfirullah'alazim, why are you shouting?" I pretended to be surprised. "What are you dreaming about? Look at this my cheek hurts, my nose hurts too, aaak." Then Mas Feri held his nose. "How come I'm the one to blame?" "You slapped and punched me repeatedly." "How come?" My eyes immediately rounded. Of course put on an innocent face. 

"What are you dreaming about?" Mas Feri held his cheek. It must have hurt a lot from my repeated slaps. Oh my God, my husband's cheeks are red, his nose is bleeding.

"Oh, I had a dream huh? Sorry, Mas, sorry," I said, this time putting on a worried face. "What are you dreaming of? How come you want to kill me? "Ooh, I . I dreamed that you were cheating on me, Mas," I answered slowly. ... "What?" Mas Feri's eyes widened. For the initial stage, I managed to avenge the hurt. Not much, but this can cure just a little, yes, just a little.