Chapter 3

As usual, at 02.00 in the morning Aisyah woke up to cook and prepare her sales. When she was finished, she cleaned herself and performed the morning prayer, not forgetting that the woman also put uduk rice on the table for her in-laws' breakfast.

It looked like it was still very dark, because the clock showed more than 05.00, but Aisyah had already left to earn a living.

"Nasi uduk! Nasi uduk! Breakfast ma'am, sir!" shouted Naura while pushing her bicycle.

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Mrs. Lisa woke up when it was half past eight in the morning, she looked at the dining table where there was already tea in a thermos so it wasn't cold.

The woman opened the serving hood and saw two packets of uduk rice, then she rolled her eyes lazily.

"That damn woman, why does she give me uduk rice every day? After a while I got itchy eating uduk rice over and over again. Isn't there something more luxurious food? It's such a loss for Andre to marry her!" Mrs. Lisa cursed, pounding the table in annoyance.

But her stomach was growling, so she couldn't help but eat the uduk rice, even though Mrs. Lisa admitted that Aisyah's uduk rice was really delicious, especially the peanut sauce.

However, he still didn't like Aisyah. Especially when the woman has been removed from her family's inheritance rights.

Andre had just come home when Mrs. Lisa had finished eating her breakfast, then she immediately sat down at the dining table.

"Where have you been, Ndre? Why are you coming home at this hour? What were you doing with Aisyah fighting last night?" Mrs. Lisa asked, looking at her son.

"Last night I took her money, ma'am. Besides, she has a lot of savings, she doesn't want to share it with her husband. Yes, plus, Putri also asked me to buy clothes, so I don't have any money. Yes, I just took her savings," replied Andre. while drinking the coffee that is already available on the table.

"Wait a minute! Princess? Whose daughter do you mean?" Mrs. Lisa looked confusedly at her son.

"Oh my! Didn't you forget? The daughter of Mr. Darsono, the chili boss here. You know that I used to date him, but you didn't approve and preferred Aisyah. Because she was richer, but now what? She's been written off, right? from his family, so why should I keep him? I'd better go after Putri," explained Andre lightly.

"So you and Putri have been in a relationship all this time?" Mrs. Lisa was very surprised when she heard her son's story.

Andre immediately nodded his head, "Yes, because we still love each other. And we plan to get married," answered Andre.

Mrs. Lisa nodded, then she said, "Yes, that's fine if you agree, but what about your wife? Does she agree?"

Hearing that, Andre chuckled, "I don't care. Whether she agrees or not, I will still marry Putri."

Mrs. Lisa also agreed to Andre's proposal, because Putri was the daughter of the boss in the village, and it was certain that their life would be guaranteed compared to Aisyah's life, which was just a traveling uduk rice seller.

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After doing all her work, Aisyah left the house, but suddenly stopped when Mrs. Lisa called her.

"Where are you goin?"

"I want to pay electricity and AC installments, ma'am," answered Aisyah.

"Didn't Andre take your money?" The woman folded her arms in front of her chest as she leaned her body against the threshold of the bedroom door.

Aisyah nodded, "That's right, ma'am, and like it or not, Aisyah will use the trading capital first. Then Aisyah will say goodbye, ma'am, assalamualaikum." The woman left after saying hello.

However, Mrs. Lisa didn't care, she didn't answer Aisyah's greeting.

Throughout the journey, Aisyah wiped her sweat, because the sun was also quite hot. He rode a bicycle to the electricity payment counter, which was half an hour from his house.

After her business was finished, Aisyah stopped by the shop to buy ingredients for her merchandise, because she took the initiative tomorrow to increase her sales by making rolled omelettes.

"Look, Sis, Aisyah's clothes are ugly, her face is dull, she's not attractive at all. Poor Andre, his life used to be very good. He worked in a factory and had a high position, but after marrying Aisyah his life was miserable. It seems like that woman is unlucky." ," said one of the women sarcastically to Aisyah while she was shopping at the stall.

However, Aisyah didn't want to respond, so she took out money from her wallet and paid for her shopping.

"Look at his style, he's very arrogant, isn't he? Even the traveling uduk rice seller is so arrogant, it's no wonder Andre prefers Putri. You see, these past few days Andre has been hanging out with Putri a lot. I think they're getting back together again, just look at his wife like that Andre, how do you feel at home?"

Aisyah, who heard the mother's words, finally turned around, "You mean, whose daughter is it? Who is Mas Andre going with, ma'am?" Aisyah asked curiously.

But instead of answering, the mother smiled sarcastically. "Never mind, let's just get out of here! There's no point in dealing with rich people," said the mother to her friend.

"Yeah, let's go. Just leave it alone, besides, Andre is definitely more at home with Putri than with an ugly woman like her. How can a husband feel at home if his wife is a villager like that," said the mother's friend.

Aisyah closed her eyes, in her heart she continued to pray because she received abuse and insults from local residents.

Never mind dressing luxuriously, Andre never even bought her clothes. Never mind for women, they can't even afford lipstick. Aisyah's money is used up for their daily needs, plus Mrs. Lisa likes shopping.

When she first married Andre, the residents there were very kind, friendly and welcoming towards her, but as time went by they changed because of incitement and slander from her mother-in-law.

Aisyah walked towards the house, and there she saw Andre who was ready with his shirt, in fact the man looked so neat and smelled good.

"Sir, where are you going, just tidy up?" Aisyah asked gently while kissing Andre's hand.

"Where I'm going, it's none of your business!" Andre answered curtly.

He walked out of the room, but Aisyah grabbed his hand. "Sir, I want to ask you something?"

"Ask what? Hurry up, I don't have much time!"

"I heard from mothers that you are close to a woman. Is that true, sir?" Aisyah asked to confirm.

She doesn't want to think badly of her husband, and Aisyah doesn't want to believe what other people say, because Aisyah believes that it is impossible for her husband to betray her.

"Let go! I want to go. Besides, if I'm close to another woman, so what?" Andre answered in a curt tone.

"Mas, if that's true, why do you have the heart to be with me? We're married and---"

"That's enough, Aisyah! Stop your nonsense! We are married, but look at my life now! Suffering. I thought that after marrying you, my life would be happy, but in reality what? You are just a bad luck woman." Andre pushed Aisyah's body until the woman fell onto the bed.

Then he approached the woman and grabbed her neck. "You heard me! Whether I get close to other women or not is none of your business. You are just a wife, and your job is to cook and take care of this house, understand!"

Andre threw Aisyah's neck, making the woman cough because his grip was so strong. After that, Andre left the room, leaving Aisyah, who was now in tears.

"O Allah, if it is true that my husband is playing with fire behind his back, give him guidance that what he is doing is wrong," Aisyah muttered softly.

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