Against Julid's In-laws

Debates

It's dinner time. We left the room with Kiara in my arms because she wasn't sleeping, couldn't have been left alone in the room.

"Why would you buy land in Jakarta without our knowledge ?"Ask your father-in-law when we eat together at the dinner table.

"Don't be a bad boy, Bagas, Ayu. Ask for our opinion first." Mother-in-law added.

"What if we make a house in Jakarta, sir, Mom ? Mommy and Dad should be happy dong, so that Ayu and Mas Bagas do not fuss anymore with Mbak Dita."

"Mr disagrees ! Just try here. Mom and Dad are old, you should take care of us."

"Truly said your father. Your business time forward will be in Jakarta, very good Mama Si Ayu."

"Please calm down, Mom. My mom's not a morotin moron. He's usually independent, can work alone for his life."

Brak!

Father-in-law kicked the table. His eyes were red staring at us. What the hell is the problem ? Ahh, do not let because of the drama in-laws, I failed otw move to Jakarta.

"You guys don't want to. Potentially a lot of money, behave arbitrarily with parents. Ayu, your presence here only makes your family hateful. Because of you, Dita and Bagas become enemies !!!"

Original, only this time I heard the words Father very spicy. It is very painful to hear the words of my Father-in-law. Stabbing it to my heart. Why am I being blamed ?

"Darling, are you crying ?"

"Gak, Mum. I'll go to the room first. Eat it first." I want to cry Bombay. Again sensitive fashion, very hurt with the attitude of the Father-in-law. If it's mom, I'm used to it. But I didn't expect, your mouth was more horrible.

I'm also an ordinary man. Although it looks strong and firm, if insulted as if I am the culprit, of course it feels very painful. It is like a hard water, pain and pain.

"Wait, baby !" Mas Bagas held my hand, making my steps stop. His eyes stared at his father.

"Sir, Bagas has always respected the Father. The attitude of the Father is not firm, when Mother always defends Mbak Dita, Bagas accepts, sir. The work of the Father is not clear and always ngandelin Bagas from the past became the backbone, Bagas also accepted, sir. But this time Bagas did not accept the father insulting Bagas' wife. Moreover, bestowing a mistake that Ayu never did. All this mess, mother's house is pawned up to not be able to pay, all the work who, sir, Mom ? Who is it ?" Jerk Mas Bagas full of emotions.

"Why silence ? Just answer me, Mom, sir. Who's the problem here ? Oh yes, Bagas forgot. You guys are choosing love. Always put Mbak Dita above everything. Want Bagas protest however, where ever the same Father Mother ngertiin Bagas."

"Enough, Bagas !" Jerking Father-in-law.

"Why, Sir ? Shame on your own attitude ? Or remain unconscious and blame others for the mistakes made by Mbak Dita and Mas Adit. Hold them, sir. Bela get to the burrow !"

Plaque!

"Mas!" Pekiku.

My father-in-law slapped my husband. Oh my God, how should I ? Want to separate, my rope is carrying Kiara.

"Slap again, sir. All the time until you are satisfied. This bagas is actually a real child or just a collecting child ? Why has your attitude been so different from the way you treat between Bagas and Mbak Dita ?"

"Bagas, sir, already. Shame to hear the neighbors are getting noisy like this."

"Hahaha, Bagas continues to be blamed. If you are allowed to do so, it is always justified. Aware of the favoritism of mother and father, so Bagas decided to go to Jakarta. Hand over this house to mom and dad, let you remember, who's desperately defending this house, until we have to abandon our targets."

"Mas, it's over, Mas." I said while stroking my husband's arm.

"Calm down, Mama's son. Ara don't cry, yeah, baby..." I calmed down my crying son in my arms.

"My son crying. Look, sir, ma'am, that little kid just feels like his whereabouts here don't matter. In front of my baby you can say hurtful words. Come on baby, we're out of here !"

Bagas pulled me into the room. With an emotionless look, he stuffed all the clothes into the suitcase. I could only stay in the corner while calming Kiara down.

After Kiara calmed down, I put my son on the bed. I walked up to my husband and hugged him from behind. Too bad, his mind must be very tormented. No one cares about their happiness. Stay here, always harassed. Want to move to Jakarta even detained. Wonder what my in-laws want ?

Do they want us to give you this house, money, pentol business and ***********all to Mbak Dita ? If we are already new can stay in Jakarta. Does that want them ? Wonderful ! Just once let me and Mas Bagas live a peaceful, safe, comfortable life like a cloud.

"Istighfar, Mother... We used to be able to escape. Now there's Kiara, Mas. Don't be rash in acting. We do not have a car, Kiara time to be invited to ride a motorcycle here and there. Calm down, dad... We'll still move to Jakarta, but use selow mode."

"Sorry, sweetheart. Forgive Mas. Instead of taking you in the middle of a comfortable family, Mas instead brought you into a family that is more worthy of being called hell."

"Istighfar, Mother. Can't be like that. Good for them, it's still your parents, Mas. Be firm, but do not hate let alone hold a grudge. Relax, yeah, Mas..."

Husband nodded.

As bad as any parent, as a child we still have to be filial. Because the kindness of our parents cannot be paid for. I will always help pray that the Wrestling of God softens my in-laws' hearts, so that they are conscious and unbiased in treating their children.

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"How is the development of buying and selling land, dear ?" Ask Mas Bagas.

"We've agreed on price, ma'am. We'll go to Jakarta, yeah. Check the land first. Don't bring a lot of stuff. You also still have to move the business. All right, we're looking for a location for pentol production."

"Ready, baby. So, when is the plan to go to Jakarta ?"

"Lusa, Mommy. I'd like to come, too, Dad, Mas. God willing baby Ara is strong on the road. We rented a car, all the way around. After all, Ara has five months. It's safe to take the road far away."

As planned, I have prepared some clothes for us to go to Jakarta. It must be Kiara's clothes at most.

"Whose car is that, Ayu ?"

"My car, Mom."

"Ah, Time ?"

"Don't believe it, Mom."

I'm sorry, ma'am, kidding me, not lying. Let's be more curious, I deliberately did not say if I want to go to Jakarta. In fact, we rent a car only not from acquaintances in this village. But, directly rent a car rental in the district. The owner is a friend of Mas Bagas as well, so get a discounted price.

"Where are you going ?" Ask Mother-in-law to keep an eye on her.

"To Jakarta !"

"Huh ???"