Part 5

"Sorry, my husband I don't know, it's a dream, you know." I put on a face like feeling guilty and sorry to see it. 

Precisely in my heart say 'taste lo! It's really good Astagfirullah'alaziim, forgive me for being a disobedient wife, O Allah. Amen. "Ouch! It hurts, Sar, luckily I didn't break my nose." 

Feri held his nose with a frown on his face in pain. But in my heart there is a great regret. Even this regret was pointless because the event was over. My regret is 'How come my fist isn't strong enough? It's not satisfied before your nose is broken, '. 

If time could be turned back, I would have put a super power punch in his nose, not only his nose but also his antennae. Ah, well, there's still plenty of time. Hopefully this goal will be achieved. "Let's treat it, blood is running down your lips. " "Take the first aid kit, Sar, hurry! it hurts." "Yeah, yeah," I said and walked out. 

Huh! It's just troublesome. Where are my eyes getting sleepy? Forced to go to the living room to take the first aid kit that was placed in the cupboard there. "Here, let me treat it," I said taking a cotton swab and then wanted to clean the blood on the corner of Feri's lips. "Slowly, it hurts, Sar," said Feri holding my hand when he wanted to press his lips again to clean.

"Ugh, that's all spoiled. Just a little sick whining like a child. Don't you realize that you are already four years old. Your pain is not as much as I feel,' I thought. 

Looking at his lips I remembered again when he said consent until . How come it's getting louder, Sar? It hurts." "Oh, sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," I replied. 

I was thinking about what he was doing until I pressed tightly on his lips which I managed to punch. It's nice to see that his face is a little dented. Too bad it's only a little. 

"It's like it hurts to clean my wound, that's it! Let me clean it." Feri's brows knitted together in annoyance. 'Indeed,' I answered in my heart. "That's just being angry, anyways the dream is imagining again." "That's why sleeping reading prayers, not playing f*." 'From you, playing a girl, my heart felt annoyed. "Yes," I replied, pretending to obey.

Feri cleaned the wound and treated it himself. It looks like he is frowning in pain. But that's exactly what I like. I'm not satisfied yet. Tomorrow, for my brother-in-law and mother-in-law I'll let out my anger. 

Especially for this couple. It's not enough if you haven't slapped or hit them all. "I'm sleepy, let's go to sleep," I asked while lying down.

"I just sleep on the sofa, I'm afraid you'll dream again," Feri refused, then he took a pillow and slept on the long sofa in this room. "Are you sure, sir?" "Yes, already sleeping there, read the prayer first so you don't have strange dreams." "Yeah, yeah," I replied and smiled under the covers. 

Bay bay married man. Wait for the next round tomorrow. After I was satisfied to vent my anger, then I withdrew all mine. Because I have to figure out a way. 

If you take it right away, Feri will try to defend it by all means, so it's hard for me to get it. Little by little, I stepped into the flames of vengeance. 

Sitting pretty while drinking coffee. I waited for Feri to leave the room. Meanwhile, my mother-in-law and Ms. Imar are having breakfast. Tuti? Gosh, so diligent in sweeping the floor. Great, energy saving. "Mom, here's a new model bag with a discount." Naswa approached me, then looked at his cellphone screen. "Six hundred thousand? How come it's cheap, Nas, Mom ordered two, yes, this one is the same as this one." 

I pointed at the photo of the bag on Naswa's cell phone screen. "What are you doing, Sar? I can hear this bag." Imar brought her breakfast rice plate closer. "Here, Auntie, my friend is selling bags and again a fifty percent discount," Naswa replied. "Fifty percent big, you don't lose?"

"Clean up, Tant." "Which one?" Ms. Imar's eyes immediately fell on the phone screen that I was holding. "This, this." I pointed to the photo of the bag. "Huh? Six hundred thousand is still expensive, Sar, I'll just buy the most expensive bag three hundred thousand." 

"That's the standard, Ma'am, look here, this is the latest model, you know." "I want too, but I don't have the money." I know Ms. Imar asked me to buy it. 

Usually if I buy sandals or hijab, I'll definitely buy them including my mother-in-law and my other brother-in-law. But not for now and in the future. "Nas, Mom ordered three, when will the bag arrive?" Imar immediately smiled hearing that. 

He thought the bag I ordered was one for him. It's good, I make your heart hurt to see what I do. Simple, but I'm sure I can pierce your heart. "Wait a minute, I'll WA first, Mom," Naswa replied, then his finger was busy with the cellphone. 

Ms Imar went to the dining table. He and his mother-in-law continued to eat. The voracious and guiltless have toyed with me. "Sar, please buy me some toothache medicine." Mr Feri left the room holding his right cheek, then sat beside me.

"Feri, what's wrong with your face?" her mother asked approaching. Feri's right cheek is bruised from my fist last night. I don't know why I feel like I'm lacking. What's more, he glanced at Tuti who stopped sweeping the floor because she saw him, yes there was a scene of looking at each other from afar. "This, ma'am, just ." Mr Feri seemed reluctant to continue the answer. He saw me. 

"Sorry, Mom, I had a dream last night, accidentally punching Mr Feri," I explained. I admit because I wanted to see their reaction. "Why did you dream that Feri's face was bruised, Sar?" asked Ms. Imar, it seemed that it represented Tuti's heart. He looked worriedly at Feri. 

"I dreamed that Mas Feri was cheating on me, Ma'am, it hurt a lot, so I punched him and slapped him, fortunately there was no knife beside me, otherwise Mas Feri would have been buried." 

"Astagfirullah'alaziim, Sarah! Are you aware that you didn't hurt your husband? Poor Feri," said the mother-in-law, a little angry. In my heart, 'thank you, then I'll add more "Sorry, Mom, I was just a dream anyway, it feels so real." 

"Mom, how can you dream like that? Those are signs that humans are easily influenced by jinn, I've heard about humans being controlled by jinn outside of their consciousness." Naswa seemed eager to explain something I didn't understand myself. But it seems Naswa knows what I'm doing. 

"That's why sleeping and prayers, Ms Sarah, satanic genies will stay away from us." Suddenly Tuti joined to advise me. "I know that, even I also read the verse of the chair so that evil does not approach my family, you know, now there are many evil ones," I replied curtly. "Sorry, Mom, I'm just suggesting." Tuti stammered. "Tuti means well, Sar, don't be offended," defended the mother-in-law. "You don't have to worry about things that aren't important either." 

"Sarah, why are you even sensitive? I'm the one who hurts your teeth, you're angry." Mr Feri also defended Tuti. I was silent as I took my phone on the table. I felt like slapping Tuti, Mas Feri, mother-in-law and Ms. Imar. They conspire. "Tuti, watch your words, Sarah accidentally said that," defended Ms. Imar. 

"Don't be defensive, I still remember your smile congratulating me on their marriage,' I thought. "Sorry, Ms Imar, sorry Ms Sarah," said Tuti. I sent a WA to Naswa. There was a plan that crossed my head. the heart that I buried. My hands itch to slap them one by one, my feet also want to kick them. It's easy to play a role in my house. [Continued, Ma] WA Naswa replied.

Okay farewell, it's time for us to act. "Ouch!" I hold my head. Then I put the phone on the table, of course I locked the screen so it couldn't be hijacked. "Why, Sar?" asked the mother-in-law. "My head hurts, Mom," I replied, trying to lean back on the couch. "How come you are sick? I have a toothache," grumbled Mas Feri. 

His face was still crinkled in pain. "Ouch! Dizzy," I said holding my head. Ms Imar took a glass of water, then gave it to me. "Drink first, Sar," said Ms. Imar. "Dizzy, Ma'am," I replied, not yet receiving the glass. "Ouch, my teeth hurt too, here." Mas Feri is still sitting near me. Even if I ignore my dizziness, it doesn't matter, it's just pretending anyway. 

"Mom, let me apply eucalyptus oil." Naswa wanted to come closer, but Tuti immediately answered. "Let Auntie just smear it, Nas," said Tuti. I want to find his face. "Oh, this is Auntie." Naswa handed Tuti eucalyptus oil. Nawa sat slightly away from me according to the idea from the WA message just now. He waited for my act. 

Can't wait to vent their anger for their actions. It even feels unbearable. 

According to an article I've read, women should release anger to reduce stress. And this is what I want to do. Last night's release still feels lacking. Now, on my right side is Feri. On my left is my mother-in-law. 

In front of me there is Ms. Imar holding a glass of water, and Tuti who wants to apply eucalyptus oil. "Uh!" I grabbed a glass of water from Ms. Imar, then I splashed it roughly on her face. Then I threw the glass on the floor. If it comes to their heads I'm afraid they'll go to prison suddenly they die. 

"Ugh!" 

I quickly kicked Tuti until she sat on the floor. Plaque! I slapped my mother-in-law because she played with my life. Conspired to approve his son's marriage regardless of my feelings. 

"Ugh!" 

I punched Feri's cheek, right near his aching tooth. I'm sure the bruises are getting worse now. I did everything at high speed before they grabbed my hand. I felt like I was out of control beating them mercilessly. I also threw the ashtray in the shape of a person in a trance. 

"Ha ha ha, uuuugk! 

Ha ha ha." 

I laughed as I stood up and repeated kicking, this time it was Ms Imar's knee that I kicked remembering her smiling congratulation on my husband's marriage to Tuti. "Gosh, Mom is in a trance!" shouted Naswa with a worried expression.