After the Rain

I don't know Who's Wrong

"Well, I haven't eaten yet?" yandri asked as soon as he arrived at the room.

"Mother is deliberately waiting for you to be Niar, Yan," replied Miss Maryam.

"Where's the Daniar, Mom?" Yandri asked again.

"He was praying. This is your tea, son" said B Maryam, handing over the sweet tea she had stirred

"Eh, I'm the one who made it, anyway," said Yandri.

"Hmm, maybe your wife forgot, Yan," replied Miss Maryam.

"Cook, anyway. Usually Daniar never forgets his obligations," replied Yandri.

"Yes, his name is also human, Yan. Especially your son was fussy. It's not worth discussing anymore, made by Mom or Daniar, it's the same, right?" said Miss Maryam.

"It's not like that either, ma'am. Yandri was just surprised, how could Daniar forget his duty," said Yandri.

"Eh Yan, do you have any coffee or milk chocolate? I want a sweet drink. Yes you yourself know, right, if you can't drink sweet tea," said Miss Maryam.

"Aren't Daniar buying chocolate milk?" asked Yandri while frowning.

"Boro-boro buy, son. Nawarin is not. But yes, naturally, Daniar may not know the habits of Mother if you break the fast again," replied Miss Maryam.

"Ish, yeah that's not it, Mom. If you don't know, he should ask Mom. Let her know what is the custom of mother. Isn't this mother-in-law?" yandri Reply.

"Only her father-in-law, Yan. Maybe for your wife, this mother is just in-laws. And the position of the in-laws is always different from the position of the mother in the eyes of a daughter-in-law," replied Ms. Maryam.

"Not so, Mom. Yandri always considers Yandri's in-laws like his own mother" Yandri said.

"That's it, right, probably different from your wife's opinion. Yes already, you should follow Daniar to mushola, we eat together," concluded Miss Maryam.

Daniar was stunned at the door hearing their conversation.

Oh my God...what the hell is this? Why are my words different from what he said to me? What was my fault until I could reverse all the truth? daniar screams in his heart.

As he saw the door handle move, Daniar immediately moved away from the door leaf. A moment later the door opened. Yandri and Daniar looked at each other. And for some reason, Daniar could feel such a sharp gaze from her husband.

"Why has the prayer been so long? Don't you know that you've been waiting for a long time to eat together" Yandri said, slightly raising his tone.

Daniar did not answer. He stepped his foot to enter the room.

"Wait a minute Bun, I want to talk," said Yandri who immediately stopped Daniar's steps.

"Why don't you offer Mom a chocolate milk drink?" ask Yandri again.

"So Daniar has offered mother, but mother says no," jawb Daniar, trying to defend himself.

"Ish Niar, you should have gone to the stall earlier. Even though my mother refused it. As a child, you don't have to wait for mom to ask, do you?" yandri timpal.

"But Niar has bargained for you. Even Ni–"

Daniar's talk came to a halt when he saw his mother coming out carrying a bag.

"Where are you going?" ask Yandri.

"Oh Mother, who is fighting? Yandri was just reprimanding Daniar" replied Yandri.

"Remember her tone is high, Yan. Talk to that wife should be gentle, son. I've never, never taught you to talk high with women" said Miss Maryam.

"Yes, Mom. Forgive Yandri. Yes already, now we go in yuk. We eat together," Yandri concluded, asking Miss Maryam to go back into her room.

Daniar smiled wryly. What is this drama, Mom? his inner.

Ah, I don't know who's wrong? However, Daniar felt that the arrival of his mother might only make the household noise.

Daniar enters the room. He sat the stars on the carpet. Give him food so that the child is silent and does not ruffle the food served on the table. Without saying much, Daniar took the plate and filled it with rice and side dishes. After that, she handed the plate to her husband.

Daniar is back to doing the same for himself. He did not want to make a sound at all. Even to allow her mother-in-law to eat, she was reluctant. Her heart was hot, getting vile slander from her own mother-in-law. However, Daniar was only able to remain silent.

"What's wrong with you, Bun? Just shut up. Not to talk to Mom. Rarely, we have the arrival of Mother," said Yandri who seemed to have forgotten his frustration to the wife.

Daniar is silent. She did not want to respond to her husband's words. No he denied, his heart felt sick of seeing the sinless face of the mother-in-law who had talked about herself behind her back.

"Nr... hoeek-hoekk!"

Suddenly, Maryam ran out. Outside, he spewed out all the food he was chewing. Yandri who saw that, immediately took a drink of water and followed his mother out. A moment later, Yandri handed over the glass so that his mother could drink.

Maryam grabbed the glass and downed it. He then wiped his mouth and handed the glass back to the child.

"Whose cooking is this, Yan? It's so salty" complained Miss Maryam after tasting Daniar cuisine.

"Cure?" muttered Daniar who accidentally heard his mother's complaint.

Daniar then tasted his cooking. His forehead frowned even more as he felt that his cooking was safe.

Ish, this is my cooking that is too good, what a troubled mother tongue, inner Daniar grinned.

"All this cooking, Daniar is cooking, ma'am," replied Yandri.

"Your wife can cook, Yan? The fried noodles that you sent the other day, too, taste really strange. Yes, I just threw it in the trash," snorted Miss Maryam, upset.

"If it's fried noodles, it's Yandri who's cooking Ma'am. Sorry yes, if it does not suit your taste," said Yandri felt guilty.

"Eh, you cook anyway. Sorry, son. I didn't mean to insult your cooking" said Miss Maryam, looking sorry.

Inside the room, Daniar smiled broadly at the conversation of the mother and child. Hmm, weapons eat sir. Rasain, inner Daniar.

"Yes, Mom. It's okay, Yandri is not good at cooking like Daniar" replied Yandri. "But how salty is it, what did you eat?" ask Yandri.

"That's loh, stir-fry kale," replied Miss Maryam.

Maybe the flavor hasn't been perfectly mixed, ma'am. And it just so happened that Mom took that part. You see, Yandri also ate kale stir-fry, it feels right," said Yandri.

"You can say that, because you don't want to make your wife disappointed. Yeah, right? Yes, I want to fry eggs. I saw in the food box some chicken egg butur" said Ms. Maryam.

"Yes already, let Yandri make the eggs Mother's favorite cow eyes, yes. Now, let's go in again, yuk!" take Yandri to get his mother.

Arriving at the room, Miss Maryam glanced at Daniar who was as if not hearing their conversation. His face wry again when he saw Daniar smiling by himself. Ish, why does the child even look so happy, inner Miss Maryam.