Part 6

"Sarah! Ouch! What's wrong with that?"  Mother-in-law looked panicked standing holding her cheek that I had slapped.  

Too bad, he's the same age as my late mother.  But the pain of what I went through took away my respect for him.  "Ha ha ha, mmmmhg ha ha ha."

 I laughed out loud while glaring at them one by one.  I feel like breaking their hands one by one.  They played with my domestic life.  I can't accept it!  Even though I have sacrificed a lot.

 I am annoyed!  I am angry!  When I saw them, my anger made me want to take a broom not far from the sofa because Tuti was sweeping.  Like someone out of control, I beat them one by one.  "Ugh!"  I hit Feri's back with the broom handle, then .  "Ugh!"  The broomstick flew into Tuti's arm.  "Ugh!"  This time, I also hit Ms. Imar's arm.  I threw the broom, then with unstoppable anger.  

I pulled the knitted skullcap of the mother-in-law's head until it came off and showed her gray hair.  I grabbed his hair and pushed his head so he was sitting on the floor.  

My common sense is at war with anger.  In his old age, he couldn't bear to beat him with a broom.  But not for these three people.  

"Ouch! Not Sarah, my goodness!"  shouted the mother-in-law trying to cover her head with her hands.

"Aaagh! Ha ha ha, you cunning humans!"

 I said trying to make my voice thicker.  His name is also acting, usually I see people in a trance whose voice changes with a challenging look.

 That's why my eyes widen at the sight of them.  "Oops, Naswa! Naswa! Get help quickly," said Mas Feri, sounding panicked.

Naswa who pretended to be scared stood between the door of the living room and the living room.  "I'm afraid, Pa," replied Naswa also pretending to panic.  "Use your cell phone!"  

Wow!  I have to vent again because my annoyance hasn't gone away.  "Aaagk! Hi hi hi hi."  This time I made a shrill voice like a female ghost.  I looked at Tuti, she was afraid to snuggle behind a small sofa to take cover.

 Without thinking, I stepped on the sofa and pulled Tuti's hijab so that her hair could be seen.  I grabbed it with all my might as I was angry because he was the actor in my household.  

"Whatever! Please Mas! Help me!"  cried Tuti in pain.  He couldn't do much because my hands were getting stronger and harder to grab his hair.  

"Want to ask my husband for help? Feel this pelakor,' I thought, if there is chili in this room I've bathed him with chili. "Sarah!  Let go of Tuti!  Sarah!" Feri pulled my hand from behind to let Tuti's hair loose. This made it difficult for me because Feri's strength was stronger.

I let go of Tuti's hair, then with my left hand, I punched Feri's nose as hard as I could.  "Ouch! Aak!"  Feri shouted holding his nose.  Alhamdulillah, my dream last night was achieved.

 Feri's nose is crooked, meaning it doesn't look normal.  Broken maybe.  "Ha ha ha, hi hi hi hi."  I let out two kinds of laughter, of course with different voices.  I made one sound louder, and the other my voice screeched.  It's pretty gut-wrenching.  It's okay, the important thing is that I'm satisfied.

 "The ferry! Hurry up and grab Sarah!"  Imar shouted.  "I can't! My nose hurts!"  Feri curled up while holding his nose.  Basically, men don't have an upper brain, only a lower brain that functions until they play again.  You think I'm silent with your actions.  Feel it, luckily I didn't break your head.  If a woman is too hurt, the pain is the strength.  

Coupled with great anger, and maybe if released it will form a fire that is ready to burn.  'So don't try to play with me, Mas, my heart is satisfied to see it.  "Hurry up, Ma'am! Quickly help me!"  Oh shit!  Tuti hugged me tightly from behind.  Wanting to fight is difficult because his strength is also strong.  Mbak Imar also ran over.

"Aaagk! Aaagk!"  I struggled with all my might to get out.  If Ms. Imar comes to hold me, I will definitely lose my strength and I can't do anything.  But I have sense.  Let my hands be held, my feet can still fight.  

"Ugh!"  I kicked mbak Imar after being a step in front of me.  My kick hit his lower stomach, causing him to fall.  Then, I stepped on Tuti's foot with my heel to let her grip off.

 Fast movement is required in this action.  "Ouch!"  Tuti screamed in pain, instantly her hand was released.  Plaque!  Plaque!  Plaque!  Plaque!  Four slaps flew to Tuti's cheeks.  With enthusiasm, I waved the war flag from legal wife to actor.  When slapping, there is a sense of satisfaction in itself.  

The article I read was correct, there was a sense of relief after it was distributed.  "Aak! It hurts! Feel this!"  Ops!  Tuti takes a broom, wants to repay me?  Wow, how's this?  I would have lost if I didn't have a weapon.  I turned my eyes to Naswa.  His eyes widened when he saw that Tuti was finally able to reach the broom.  "Hey hey hey."  So that they don't suspect, I laugh out loud 

while approaching Mas Feri who was curled up in pain.  It seems difficult to get up.  "Hiaaaaaaap!"  Gosh dragon, Tuti ran up to me carrying a broom.  I can beat him to death.  'Come on Sarah, find a way,' I thought to myself to make my brain think fast in an emergency situation.  "No, Auntie! Don't hit my Mom!"  shouted Naswa also ran over, wanting to protect me.  sir!  

The broom landed from Tuti's swing.  "Ah!"  Feri immediately fell unconscious.  I dodged when Tuti wanted to hit me with a broom.  Feri who was near me, he finally received Tuti's attack.  'Thank God,' I said in my heart.  Luckily I managed to dodge.  "Feri!!"  Tuti was shocked to see that Feri was unconscious.

 "Ferry!"  her mother shouted.  Here I am the wife who is recognized, but how come Tuti is sad to see Feri fainted.  It's up to you, the important thing is that Tuti must be blamed because she was consciously hitting.  Stupid him too.

 Imar did not dare to approach me.  "Bismillahirahmanirahiim, allāhu lā ilāha illā huw, al-hayyul-qayyum, lā ta'khużuhų sinatuw wa lā na`um, lahu mā fis-samāwāti wa mā fil-ard."  

Naswa recited the verse of the chair like expelling the satanic jinn.  Thank goodness my faking trance ended quickly.  Tired too because this act must be professional.  Maybe I can beat BCL's acting too, he he.  .... I struggled while stepping back.  Like a man in a trance, the verses of Allah are recited.  

My goal was to back off to pretend to pass out on the long couch, otherwise it wouldn't be good on the floor.  "Man allażi yasyfa'u 'indahü illā bi`iżnih, ya'lamu mā baina aidīhim wa mā khalfahum, wa lā yuḥītuna bisyai`im min 'ilmihī illā bimā syā .."

Naswa continued reading the chair verse.  And finally I managed to find a soft place to pretend to faint.  "Ah!"  I threw my body on the long sofa.  Closing my eyes, faking my fainting worked.

 "Huh, that's a relief, I'm tired too," I thought while breathing a sigh of relief enjoying the softness of the sofa.

To be continued...