Chapter 6

As usual, at 02.00 in the morning Aisyah woke up to prepare her sales. But when she passed her room, the woman heard a sound that was so painful in her eardrums.

At this time, the two newlyweds were drinking the sweetness of honey on the first night, until their voices could be heard coming out of the room.

Aisyah's chest hurts. How could she accept the reality of having to share a husband, but again circumstances had to make her a strong woman.

The woman wiped her tears, then she walked into the kitchen to prepare everything for selling.

'You can do it Aisyah! You will definitely get through everything. Think of them here as just mosquitoes, even though your heart hurts.' Aisyah thought encouraging herself.

At 05.00 she was ready, then the woman was about to leave the house to sell. However, suddenly Andre came out of the room wearing a drawstring.

"You want to sell?" Andre asked.

"Yes, sir, I'll say goodbye first. Assalamualaikum," answered Aisyah in a cold tone.

"Wait a minute! Make me coffee!" asked Andre.

Aisyah who heard that took a deep breath, smiled then nodded her head. Even though Aisyah is currently injured, she still has to serve Andre as her husband.

The woman walked into the kitchen and started making coffee, while Andre sat on a chair at the dining table. He watched Aisyah's every move.

When compared with Putri, Aisyah is very different. Even though her face was naturally beautiful, now the woman's appearance was no longer attractive so Andre turned away.

"This is the coffee, sir," said Aisyah as she put the coffee she made in front of Andre.

However, Aisyah's gaze focused on her husband's neck and broad chest, where many red marks were painted beautifully on the man's white skin.

Aisyah's heart was even more torn when she imagined how ferocious her husband and her husband had been in drinking the honey of romance last night.

'Be patient Aisyah, be patient. You must be strong! You can't look weak in front of Mas Andre.' Aisyah thought.

"Why are you still staying there?" Andre asked curtly, when he saw Aisyah stunned while looking at him.

"It's okay, sir, then I'll say goodbye," said Aisyah.

Meanwhile, Andre just kept quiet, didn't answer. And just a few steps before Aisyah was about to leave the dining room, she stopped in her tracks, then the woman said something that made Andre immediately stop chewing the fried banana in his mouth.

"The painting on your body is very beautiful, sir. That woman is very good at satisfying you. I hope you will always be satisfied with her and not look for flowers that are blooming out there." Aisyah quipped.

"What do you mean?!" Andre shouted, not accepting it.

However, Aisyah didn't answer, she left the house and started pushing her bicycle to sell her nasi uduk.

Meanwhile, Andre was silent when he heard Aisyah's words, but he didn't care. Andre thought, maybe Aisyah was jealous because she saw all the marks Putri had made on her body.

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At 10.00 am Aisyah went home. He saw that currently Princess and Mrs. Lisa were sitting on the terrace drinking tea and snacking on some brownies.

To be honest, Aisyah was very curious about where the cake came from, because she never bought it for her in-laws. Because they have to save money to meet their daily needs.

"Assalamualaikum," said Aisyah as she parked her bicycle.

"Aisyah... Aisyah. Look, even my son-in-law can afford to buy me brownies, as long as you are my daughter-in-law, you can only give me fried bananas. Give your in-laws a luxury once in a while, don't just fry bananas," said Mrs. Lisa in a harsh tone. .

Aisyah just smiled, then she nodded her head and just passed her in-laws and honey, because she was so tired she was too lazy to serve them both.

Mrs. Lisa, who was ignored by Aisyah, felt annoyed, then she got up from her seat and pulled Aisyah's hijab, causing the woman's head to look up.

"You insolent daughter-in-law! Do you understand what I'm saying, hah! I'm talking to you! Do you have ears, hah!" Mrs. Lisa shouted while pushing Aisyah's body until she fell to the floor.

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The woman got up, "Sorry ma'am! Aisyah is tired, so Aisyah doesn't want to argue. It's natural that Putri can buy you expensive and delicious brownies, because of course we are very different. She is a rich child, while I'm just a nasi uduk seller. around," Aisyah answered bluntly.

"Dare you answer my question!" Miss Lisa was angry

Meanwhile, Putri just leaned against the door, folding her arms in front of her chest, smiling sarcastically, when she saw that Mrs. Lisa hated Aisyah so much.

"Sorry ma'am, I didn't answer. It's just that you were the one who wanted me to answer the question, right?"

"You!" Again, Mrs. Lisa raised her hand to slap Aisyah's face, but this time the woman held it back.

"If you hate me, just throw me out of this house. Why are you still keeping me? And just ask your son, Mas Andre, to divorce me! You can berate me, but remember, Mom! That person's patience has limits. I'm not a prophet. "who has patience as wide as the heavens and the earth," said Aisyah while throwing away her mother-in-law's hand.

Mrs. Lisa was stunned when she saw Aisyah's courage, which she had never shown before. Even though all this time Aisyah always obeyed what he said.

"Wow, Mom! She's so brave to go against you? To the point of challenging Mas Andre to divorce her. Doesn't she realize that if Mas Andre divorces her, where will she live? Hasn't her family already kicked her out?" Putri heated things up.

Because she wanted Aisyah to be hated even more by Mrs. Lisa, and the woman also wanted Aisyah to be tortured even more.

"You want to leave this house? Don't even dream! You'd better go to the back now, lots of laundry!" Mrs. Lisa pushed Aisyah's body.