Chapter 3

"It's your fault because I don't want you as my wife."

"Bro, no one knows, maybe Mas is my soul mate."

Reynand laughed at himself: "You are so confident."

"Really, you say anything to my son?"

"I already told you, I didn't say anything to Difa."

"I don't believe you. You must be badmouthing me in front of my child, right?"

"I swear I didn't say anything to Dhifa."

"How come my son hates me if you don't say anything?"Reynand snapped, dropping Hasna to the floor, making her hurt.

"Ouch it hurts, sob sob." Hasna held her leg, which was stranded on the floor.

"You crybaby just cried like that," Reynand mocked, then squatted down to face his wife with his sharp gaze.

"I won't hesitate to hurt you." Reynand caught his chin and gripped it tightly, making Hasna hurt.

"Answer my question: do you complain about anything to my child?" Reynand's hand pulled her hijab until her hijab fell apart.

"I'm not complaining about anything with dhifa mas"

Reynand thought, "I thought you were a good girl, but it's just that the outside is tightly closed."

"What's this?" asked Reynand's first child, who had just come from a friend's house to calm himself down. He didn't accept that his father remarried. He only wanted his mother, Maira, his biological mother.

"Elsa, where have you been?" Reynand got up from his crouch and walked over to his son with his suitcase.

"I'm from a friend's house to calm down," said Elsa, answering her flatly.

"Why are you going to a friend's house? Don't you think I'm your daddy anymore?" Reynand replied

"I don't like Papa getting married again. What else with him? His clothes are like a villager." Elsa quipped.

"Watch your words," Reynand snapped, making Hasna happy to hear that because her husband defended her.

"Why? Why is papa defending this village girl? " Elsa's emotions by looking sharply at Hasna like she wants to eat it.

"Go to your room and clean yourself." Reynand left the two of them, who were still in the kitchen.

"What are you pellets that require my papa's defense, huh?"Elsa took a step closer to Hasna by glaring at her.

"Aaa... I don't use pellets," said a nervous Hasna, who backed her body until it stuck to the wall.

"I don't believe in hypocritical women like you." Elsa really wants to kill her stepmother, but she doesn't want to make her dad angry again.

"I will make you feel at home living here." Elsa sly then left Hasna, who was still in the kitchen.

"Huftt Alhamdulillah, nothing happened." Hasna sighed. She was grateful that nothing else happened to her. It was enough her papa was rude to her; don't let her son be rude to her too. Hasna prepared food on the dining table. She intended to call her husband to eat but he was already there sitting and playing with his cellphone.

"Breakfast sir." Hasna put her food on the table. She looked at her husband, who was playing with his cellphone.

"I just want breakfast at the office."

"Why don't you just have breakfast here?" Hasna asked.

"I don't want to eat your cooking," Reynand replied, making his heart hurt even though he was tired of cooking a lot, but his husband instead ate out.

"Yeah, don't forget to eat, okay?" Hasna wanted to call her children, but her husband stopped her steps.

"Bring me some coffee," Reynand ordered.

"Wait a minute, I'll call the kids to eat first." She walked to her children's room and there was no answer from her husband.

"Dhifa is tidy yet?" asked Hasna, entering her child's room. She saw her son was already wearing his school uniform.

"It's okay, mommy locks my hair," said Dhifa.

"Where's the ponytail?" replied Hasna, who approached her child already sitting in her makeup chair.

"Mama, take me to school. I want to show my friends that I have a mama too."

"Sorry honey, I can't"

"Why," Dhifa's face slowed, and her mother refused to deliver her.

"You go with Papa right, then Papa goes straight to the office right."

"Uh, yeah."

"I'm sorry, honey, Mom, I can't take you, Mom, I want to take care of the housework first," said Hasna.

"Yeah, it's okay."

"I'll pick you up after school. Do you want it or not?" Hasna asked.

"Would you like it?" "Dhifa," who was already excited to be picked up by her

"Ok, now it's finished, how good is it?" Hasna has finished tying her child's hair.

"Good, I like it."

"Come on now, let's eat first, Mama. I want to get coffee for Papa, you first, okay?"

"Yes ma'am." Hasna walked to the kitchen to make her husband coffee and then took him to the dining room. He put the coffee on the table in front of her husband. She wanted to call Elsa to eat but she had come too

"Come on, El, let's eat," said Hasna. "I don't want to eat your cooking." Elsa stares at the food that is so delicious, but she can't stand it because she's embarrassed if she eats the food.

"Respect El's cooking," said Reynand.

"But I don't like it."

"Don't talk too much, just eat." Reynand ordered firmly, then El tried to eat it, but instead just vomited.

"Why isn't El good?" Asked Hasna.

"Still asking if it's delicious or not? You want to poison me, right? " Elsa protests.

"Mommy's cooking is delicious, Sis." Dhifa devours the food cooked by her mother.

"What's good, the deck is not good like this

"Just finish your meal, you'll be late for school."

"I want to eat at school. I don't want to eat his cooking." Elsa sneered and left the dining table while her mother could only bow her head. She was afraid of all this. What's more, if her husband is angry, he will be even more scared.

"Why isn't my brother very clear?" dhifa Grumbl.

"Just finish your food and wait for her."

"Father, mommy will pick you up later," said Dhifa.

"Yes, Hasna, at 09.30 you pick up my child." Reynand order.

"You will be escorted by the driver."

They continued eating after Dhifa said goodbye to go to school. She kissed her son's hand. She intended to kiss her husband's hand but was rejected by Hasna.

"Be careful on the road, son." Hasna kissed the top of her son's head lovingly.

"bye mom." Dhifa waved her hand. Hasna walked out the gate of her house, and she saw that there was still a lot of food on the table because only she and Dhifa ate.

"There's still a lot of food. Isn't it a waste if you don't eat it?" Hmm. How about it? I'll just give it to a beggar; he definitely needs it more. " Hasna decided to share her food with those who needed it more. The clock shows 12 o'clock. She is waiting for her husband in the living room. Suddenly, her son calls her from the direction of her room.