Caught in the Love of the Past
Chapter 12

This morning Dimas was getting ready to go to school. After putting on a neat outfit, Dimas got ready for breakfast.

“Fitri!” snapped Dimas when he saw the empty rice hood.

Fitri, who was cleaning the room, was shocked to hear Dimas's scream in the morning.

She stood up and walked over to her husband, who was standing at the dining table.

“What's up, Bang?” ask Fitri slowly.

“What is this? You haven't cooked rice?” tanya Dimas was upset at Fitri.

“Sorry, Bang. I-I have not cooked rice,” replied Fitri honestly.

“You know, right if I'm leaving?” tanya Dimas was upset.

“Know, Bang.” Fitri nodded.

“Then why don't you cook? You'll let your husband go to work without filling his stomach?” snapped angry Dimas.

“Ta-but, Bang. How can I cook rice in the meantime our rice is already habi, Bang,” ujqar Fitri gave the reason he has not cooked rice this morning.

“If there is no rice buy it.” Dimas pushing Fitri's body.

“I want to buy what to wear, Bang? I really have no money anymore,” Fitri said.

Today Fitri is indeed a snegaja not cooking rice want to tell the husband about the economic difficulties he is facing.

Dimas no longer gives money shopping to Fitri since the incident, so far Fitri still survive with the income he can get from selling furniture and clothing online he perseveres.

“Ya use money,” said Dimas without guilt.

“But, brother never gave me money,” Fitri's responsibilities hope Dimas is aware of his responsibilities as a husband and a father.

“What did I give you money for? Huh huh? What to give to your affair!” snapped Dimas was upset at Fitri.

Dimas was increasingly upset to hear the answer from Fitri, he also pushed Fitri's body to fall and then he came out of the house and prepared to go to school without a sakapa first.

Clear circles are now starting to fall wet Fitri's cheeks, he did not expect Dimas' attitude more and more insolent day to him.

“Yes Allah. What should I do?” lirih Fitri.

“Mother, mother why?” asked Rasya who woke up because he heard the voice of his father.

The little girl felt sorry to see the mother who was always yelled at by her father. Hence, he came out of the room and approached the woman who had given birth to him.

Rushing Fitri wiped her tears. He turned his head towards his daughter, smiling at the young girl who was now feeling the pain of his life.

“It's okay, Honey,” Overt Fitri.

“Mother?” rasha asked softly, she pityed Fitri.

“No, Dear,” Ogre Fitri.

Fitri hugged the tiny body of her little girl.

“Mother, father why changed?” rasha asked Fitri.

Fitri's heart was broken hearing the princess's innocent question, she was sure that her daughter also felt a deep sadness due to her father's drastically changed attitude.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” said Fitri's mother-in-law who had just passed in front of her house.

Rasya turned his body, he saw his grandmother was already at the door of their rented house.

“Grandma,” exclaims Rasya happy to see the arrival of his grandmother.

The little girl ran straight into the grandmother's arms.

Fitri rubbed his cheek, removing the remaining tears that were still wetting his cheek. She did not want her mother-in-law to know of her grief.

He tried to keep the wound in his heart at this time the son of the mother-in-law.

“Fitri, you okay, Son?” ask Mom Dimas carefully.

“Mhm, yes, Buk. I'm fine, kok,” replied Fitri lying.

Mother Dimas stepped into the small rented house owned by her son, she took Fitri's arm and invited Fitri to sit inside the house.

“Rasya, grandma no money. You want a snack?” ask Mother Dimas while showing off a piece of money 2 thousands.

“Mau,” exciting Rasya carefree.

“Yes, there you go first. Grandma wants to talk to Mother, yes,” said Mother Dimas.

“Hore, “ shouted the little girl was happy.

He who was sitting on the thigh of the grandmother now he ran out of the house to go to the stall.

Fitri is still silent, she is waiting for the woman she already considers her biological mother to speak out to reveal what she wants to say.

Mom Dimas stared at Fitri grimly.

“Fit, what exactly happened?” ask Mother Dimas who began to be curious about the rift of her son's household.

During this time the woman who gave birth to Dimas was much negative gossip is not good about his son and son-in-law. She was still trying to be patient not to interfere in her son's household matters.

This morning seeing the irritated Dimas, and having breakfast at his house made the middle-aged woman even more curious about what was really going on inside her son's household.

“Bu, actually Fitri also do not know why Bang Dimas changed like this, it's just a few days ago I got cheated, and we lost money of 3 million,” said Fitri honestly.

“Because of trickery how?” ask Mom Dimas.

“Someone called me and claimed he was my friend, he invited me to cooperate with a huge profit, because of our increasingly difficult economic crush, I began to be affected by his words. At that time he asked for help sending money of 5 million, but I only sent money 3 million, -“ Fitri told the problem that had occurred in his house to his mother-in-law.

Fatimah nodded in understanding of the story of the son-in-law.

“Then why are you accused of cheating?” ask Fatimah.

Her ears were hot when she heard people in the village talking about her cheating daughter-in-law.

“I don't know either, Mom. Maybe because the one who contacted me at that time was a man, Bang Dimas thought that I was cheating,” Fitri replied as is.

Fatimah nodded in understanding.

“Mhm, yes already. You are patient, yes. Later I will try to talk to Dimas this problem, I will advise him to solve this problem,” said Fatimah encouraged her daughter-in-law.

Fitri just nodded.

“Mhm, you haven't cooked?” ask Fatimah to the daughter-in-law.

“Numbers, Bu.” Fitri was embarrassed.

“Why?” ask Fatimah in wonder.

“Rice up, Mom. Meanwhile Bang Dimas never again gave me money for kitchen shopping, I think by not cooking, he knew about the difficulties of life we faced,” Fitri replied.

“Astaghfirullah, where is the money he got from working these few days,” Fatimah muttered in his heart.

At one time Dimas worked with Grace, and he earned a great deal from the work.

“Ya already, here you take. Wear it to buy rice and cooking ingredients.” Fatimah took out one hundred thousand pieces of money and gave the money to the son-in-law.

Inevitably Fitri was forced to accept the kindness of his mother-in-law, because he himself did not know where to get money from.

Seriate…