She's my wife, not Babu
Chapter 3 The Coming of Abra

Love sometimes makes us survive in any circumstances, fighting and being faithful is the way that we can maintain love. Naya is convinced of Abra's love and she only hopes that Abra can come home soon and accompany her every day. He did not expect Abra to bring much treasure, Naya only needed Abra's body and soul to complete her life.

"Easy tired, bang. I miss you" Naya murmured inwardly as she leaned against the kitchen wall exhausted. Naya hopes Abang comes by giving Naya a kiss, "Nay is tired, bang. Nay was very tired," he murmured again, closing his eyes and accompanied by the fall of his tears.

The loud voice shocked Naya. He could not even breathe when someone splashed water on his face. "To get attention here, you? Aye! You want the neighbors to judge my family badly. You're a bitch!" said that person who was none other than Abra's youngest sister named Rara. "Oh my God, Rara. What's wrong mbak?" naya asked as she was conscious from her shock. "You know what your fault is. You're crying here, wishing your neighbor sympathy. Look yeah, Abra's never coming home because she already has another woman who's certainly way above you. So enjoy your days here as free babu" said Rara with sarcasm and sharp meaning. It was not Rara's insults that made Naya cry, but Rara's words that said Abra had another woman who was very hurtful to Naya. He could not imagine if Abra really had another woman and forgot about her because it had happened a lot in this village. Their husband wander and remarry outside on the grounds that they do not want to snack carelessly.

Various thoughts now enveloped Naya. He rubbed his face that was still wet and resumed his work of washing all dirty furniture. At 10 o'clock, Abra's family arrived at his house. "Sir, I can't wait for the arrival of our besan. They will definitely bring a lot of cars here" said the mother. "Don't expect too much, Mom. This show can go well enough. Have you seen Fitri? Is he ready or not? There have been many invitations that have come and want to see it" said his father Fitri. His mother Fitri who had been decorated passed by and saw her daughter. This wedding event is a luxury event in this village because usually they only use custom, but this time there is also a reception. Parents who have taken advantage of Abra and sacrificed Naya can now provide a luxury event for Fitri. Every month Abra gives a ration to Naya one million and her mother three million because the finances of the house are borne by her mother. The one million was for Naya's personal use only, but in reality it wasn't a penny they had given Naya.

Time goes on so fast. Now Abra has entered the village area. Nothing changes, staying beautiful and cool with the abundance of big trees on the side of the road. Closer, he had heard the sound of music and he was sure it came from his home that was not far away. Abra's smile expands imagining the cheerful Naya running and hugging her lovingly. Unbeknownst to him, his cheerful wife was no more. The wife who was full of smiles now only memories.

"You can't work, Naya. You look at your clothes, dirty right?" Ibu Sani snapped at Naya who accidentally dropped the cake onto the guest shirt. "It's okay, Mom. He was not on purpose" said the guest kindly. Along with that, Fitri came out with a beautiful wedding dress. There is also a place for the bride. Naya was amazed by the beauty of her sister-in-law. "Bengong. Already, there work! Basic babu," said Rara while pushing Naya's body to almost fall. Luckily, Naya was holding onto the table in front of her. Of course, many saw it and reduced sympathy for Naya, except for the neighbors who were very pitying Naya.

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"Enough! That's enough, Mother. Please take your foot off my wife!" shouted Abra, who had now advanced and appeared before his mother and father. His mother's face immediately changed expression when she saw the sudden arrival of her son.

It seemed that everyone was shocked, even Naya was also aghast at the return of her husband. Naya could only look at Abra, her husband whom she so longed for, her husband whom she very much hoped to come and take her away. Some time the atmosphere became quiet and tense.

Abra helps Naya, the wife, to rise. He looked at his now thin wife's face, her body as if it was only composed of skin and bones. Naya's clothes looked even worse than the maid's clothes in the house.

Indeed, Abra was deeply saddened to see his loved ones being tortured to such an extent by his own family, especially by his mother.