
In these two months, there has been no development in our pentol efforts. In the previous months, revenue increased every week. Now even Mas Bagas more often add his personal money to capital, because it almost loses.
"Mas, our trade income is falling ?" I asked as I watched the recap my husband made.
"What the hell is it ? It might be quiet again, baby. The name is also sales, sometimes many are quiet."
I'm not commenting anymore. Is it lonely or is there a financial leak ?
"Two months ago your mother wasn't here, Mas. How's the house ?" I asked to change the topic.
"Mmm, Ma'am Dita got money to pay installments, so the house is not confiscated."
"Oh yeah ?"
Strange, why suddenly be able to pay installments ? Where do you get money from ? Debts are everywhere, too. Since my mother came here the other day, I never showed up again. Usually before he gets what he wants, he won't stop harassing us. Something is awkward here. I have to investigate.
"Where are you going, baby ?" Mas Bagas asked when he saw me carrying a bag.
"You go to the place of sale, you want to ask Rina why sales really can not sell."
"No, baby. Pentol business let Mas aja take care of. It may be lonely, the name is also a business."
"It can't be dong, Mas. If this continues we can lose big."
"Yes, I'll check there. You just focus on editing the video for our content. We haven't created content for today."
I smell weird stuff here. It seems like there is something that Mas Bagas has hidden from me. He thinks I can be fooled ? Oh, it's not that easy, Fergusoh. I'll investigate this myself. Just wait, until Mas Bagas can not dodge anymore.
At around 7 p.m., Mas Bagas got out to pick up the payroll at the ATM.
After making sure my husband left, I immediately rushed to Rina's contract which was located right next to our contract. This hour usually Rina has finished selling.
"Rin, Rina. open the door dong." I knocked on the door impatiently, forgetting to say hello.
"A-ayu ?"
Strange, Lina's face looks nervous when she sees me. Like seeing mbak Kunti. Though usually he's always happy if I come to his contract. Indeed, it has been more than a month we did not say hello maybe because of the busyness of each.
"Rin, I'm gonna have a little chat."
"Chat what ? Mm, me, I'm tired, Yu. Later, yeah."
"Rin, are you weird ? Why so nervous ? You must be hiding something. Aren't they ? Be honest with me, Rin."
"Ng, there's no, Yu. I'm just tired, I'm going to sleep. I'm going in first yeah." Lina seemed to be avoiding me.
"Wait, Rin ! You're not usually like this, you're even telling me to come in, no." I said and just walked in.
Lina was getting nervous as we sat facing each other. Rina's attitude even made me more convinced that there was something they were hiding from me.
"What are you hiding from me, Rin ?"
"Nothing, Yu."
"Okay, look at Rin, I just want to ask is it really pentol again deserted buyers ? I hope you answer honestly, Rina. We are both wives, surely you also do not want if your husband lies, right ? So please, tell me the truth."
"Sorry, Yu, but I'm afraid of getting fired."
"Just calm down, Rin. I guarantee 100% no one will fire you if you speak honestly."
"Actually pentol effort again rame. Before the Maghrib was over. But Bagas deliberately said it was like you and asked me to lie so as not to be caught with you."
"What do you mean ?"
"Money from selling pentols every day is taken by Bagas without your knowledge, Yu. I don't know what the money is doing either. But I've seen Bagas give money to mothers who the other day I've seen coming to your contract."
"Mom-mothers ?" I cringed and took the cell phone. I showed a picture to Rina.
"Is this mother you saw ?" I asked to show you a photo of my mother-in-law.
"Astaghfirullah," my jolt instantly ruffled my waist. The body feels hot burning emotions.
"How dare you cheat."
"Woman is Bagas' mistress, Yu ? Mothers like that ?"
"I mean, cheating money, Rin. Bagas lied to me."
"You're patient, Ayu. Don't take me well, I'm afraid of getting fired."
"Same, Rin. Just calm down."
Immediately I paid my respects and went back to the contract. I went into the house, waiting with emotional turmoil. But Bagas did not come. Finally after almost half an hour of waiting, the sound of Mas Bagas motorbike was heard.
"Darling, your face is so sharp. I think people are possessed." Say Mas Bagas when entering. I glared while roaring annoyed. Raging while screaming like a kuntilanak. Instead of hitting the husband, can get a KDRT, mending rampage exactly possessed people.
"Yes, Istighfar Ayu..."
"Araghh! Liar !"
"Oh Allah, Ayu. What demons enter your body ?"
"Satan wife is hurt ! Hihihi"
Plaque!
Bagas stabbed me with money. Suddenly my emotions subsided. I took all the money he held. Pretty thick too.
"You're conscious, Yu ?" Ask Mas Bagas with a confused look.
"Conscious ! Do you think I'm possessed ? Ih, I'm the same with you, Mom. You have the heart."
"Why did you ?"
"You took advantage of our pentol efforts. What are you using money for ? Make stale apem snacks out there ?"
"Astaghfirullah, you can't do such a disgusting thing."
"What does the money do ?" I pretend I don't know. I just want Mas Bagas to be honest about what he gave his mother, and without my knowledge.
"U-money..."
"Make what ?"
I clutched Mas Bagas' hand while glaring.
"Money to pay the bank's installment."
"Armh !!!" yell emotion.
"Sorry baby,"
"Astaghfirullah, O Allah, this is Allah..."
"Silence, Yu..."
"Drink, Mas !" I said while shaking my hands from head to chest, as if it was cooling the brain to the heart.
"Drink what, baby ?"
"Es sweet tea, hunt !" Sentakku.
"Okay, wait !"
I try to calm my heart. This regret was enough to make me a little depressed, not expecting my husband to lie to me. I took a deep breath to calm down. An Ayu cannot cry Bombay. I will express my uneg-uneg. It's good, I'm hard to rely on. The economy is rising, her parents are feeling good. If my in-laws are kind and unkind, I will be sincerely born.
But the reality is, my in-laws only remember us when it was hard. Not even supportive when we are down. Only Ma'am Dita is always thought and cared about. In fact, the favorite child is even troublesome.