when my patience makes me successful
part 5 - revenge

POV stepmom.

Flashback off

I never imagined that my marriage would end like this.

My name is Sukarseh bint Arman. I am a wife as well as a mother. Although the child I am currently with is not the result of my flesh and blood, but I really love her even half my life is for her, Amelia Azahra. The beginning of Amel's arrival made our family happy, because there was laughter and crying of babies at home. I think with Amel, everything will be fine.

But I was wrong. My trust slowly began to disappear with the attitude of my husband-end-lately. More precisely when he said that he wanted to polygamy in order to get offspring. Heart's broken. Although allowed in Islam. But which wife would you like to be on honey ?

"Mas just wants to have a real child, his own blood. Let it be later in old age, we have someone to take care of the deck." Convincingly.

"Why you have to marry again, if you want to have children, we also have Amel mas. Amel is also our son. Although not our flesh. But we've been taking care of him since the baby. Is it because I can't have a baby, so you want to get married again, right?" I answered with a hunting breath.

"No deck, not so you mean."

"So what do you mean?" Asking back.

"Mas, will remain married deck. It'll be fair."

"No mas. I don't want to be combined." My answer.

He breathed slowly, then replied. " Alright deck, if you don't want honey. You mean to choose to divorce." After saying those words, he got up and headed towards door , but not yet at the door I called him and said that I was ready in honey.

"Okay if you want to marry again, I accept. I accept dimadu mas. But promise to be fair. Because I'm the one who accompanied you from zero." My speech. Then go leave him alone.

I deliberately accepted him for polygamy. Because I want to see how tough the woman he's getting married is. Because I won't let that woman live happily.

****

3 Weeks later, the wedding ceremony of my husband and his second wife was held, albeit modestly but my two in-laws seemed happy. Seen when they were taking pictures together.

"Sir, please, so you can be present at the wedding?"

'what-what the hell. After he easily asked me to polygamy. Now she's asking me to come to her wedding. Gi-be . He is crazy.!' my inner.

"No mas. If you want to get married, get married. Don't take me to your unimportant show." Answer me ketus.

"Dek, please. So that everyone doesn't think that you're remarried without your permission." His words were soft while holding both my hands.

I'm sick of hearing his voice. "It is already mas. I've allowed you to marry again. So now you tell me to come to your show. Where is your heart. Not one bit you feel my heart ache ?" I said with a sharp look.

He breathed slowly. "Alright deck. I'm sorry, 'cause I forced you. Sorry for deck 'cause I don't think about your feelings. It's okay you don't want to attend. Thank you deck, thank you for allowing the mas to remarry."

He tried to hug me but he couldn't, because I immediately avoided.

'This is not the beginning of your happiness. I do still love you very much but I will throw the actor away from your life.' My inner self.

*******

The flashback

Since his death the actor, his crippled son was also brought by my husband to my house.

Actually I want to reject it, but after I think about it, it's also good for the limp boy here, because with him I can take my unfinished revenge on his mother.

At the beginning of his arrival, I greeted him well in this house. But the more days he starts to see who I really am. The more days he felt torture from me.

I want to kill his life. But it's not that easy because I want him to die slowly.

But before I torture him any further.

I was first discovered by my husband that I was torturing his son.

Brakkk

"m-m-mas? Ka.ka.kid you come home?" Say it while trying to hide my nervousness.

"Yes. I'm already home. And what did you do to my son, huh?" He answered with his chest rising and falling.

I just shut up. Because, I again thought of what reason was right to avoid his rampage.

"What are you saying this mas? I didn't even do anything to your son. I just told her to study because tomorrow's school." I said try to calm down.

"There are no more reasons for Sukarseh bint Arman. I've even heard everything you've said." Answer her out loud.

I heard it made as if it was frozen. He never said that to me. But now ? Just because of this limp kid, he dared to yell at me like that.

I'll make sure the boy suffers at my hands.

The next day, I saw my husband and his limp boy packing up. It turned out that he wasn't messing with what he said last night.

******

After the limp boy's departure from this house, I can no longer give him torture.

Until one night, my husband and I attended my husband's friend's wedding. And before returning home, we had time to approach my husband's sister who had been left dead by her husband.

While talking to my husband's sister. Suddenly she told me about my husband's son.

"Sir, you want to know ?"

"You are. What's that about?" Answer me enthusiastically.

"That's loh, this afternoon stepson wawak the arrival of a male guest."

I gasped at her. 'unbehaved. In my house he is a dopey diem, but here he is a hard ass.' I said in my heart.

"Well man a mile? The cowo or the temen ?" My toot.

"Well, if that's not what I know. But he said it was his temen."

Hearing it made my emotions overflow. How not. He's been limping but there's a guy who wants to be with him. 'Shit! Her dreams'.

Not long after we told her about it, my husband suddenly approached me and invited me to go home, because it was late at night.

But before I go home. Unbeknownst to my husband, I approached his son's room and insincerely gave insults to him.

Satisfied it can scold her and insult her.

seriate....